CONSUME

[30] connected

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content warning: explicit smut!

reader discretion advised!

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kameron springfield

"Can you wash your face?" I asked Axel as we walked through the front door of his house. All of the lights were off, and the house was dark for the most part. Only the moonlight through the windows was bringing some illumination to the space. Axel didn't turn on any additional lights though, walking through the near darkness. I followed him, setting my bag on the kitchen chair. 

"My face?" He asked, confused. Reaching up to touch his eyebrow he said, "Oh. The paint."

"Maybe you should wash it off." I bit my lip. 

The whole car ride here has been tense. Neither of us really said a word, and Axel just kept his lengthy hand on my lap with fingers sliding up my thigh the whole time. He didn't touch me in any way other than a gentle one. But fuck-- it turned me on. 

I'm still hot and bothered, but he seems just fine. Walking around the house and taking off his jacket with ease. 

"Why? I love your art. Can't I keep it on me?"

"It's--" I stopped. It's not about the art. It's about the bright blue symbol painted onto his eye that is hindering me from seeing his full face. And if we are about to... do it, I can't do it with a stupid circle on his face. It'll take me out of it and distract me. I want absolutely no distractions this time. I want to focus on him, and only him. 

"No, you can't."

Axel raised an eyebrow, "Why are you so snappy?"

He doesn't get that I'm just nervous and horny. There's only one thing I'm thinking about. It's all I've been thinking about the entire drive here, and now that we're alone in a large, dark empty house, the excitement bubbling inside of me just keeps rising. 

"I'm not," I sassed. I'm not trying to be rude. I'm just trying to stop myself from saying or doing anything hasty. I have to wait for him to come to me. He needs to be comfortable with what we do, so I need him to initiate it. 

"You are." He frowned. "Do you really want me to wipe it off that badly?"

I nodded instantly. "Wipe it off."

He rolled his eyes, obviously confused but listening to my command. Pulling up his sleeves onto his elbows, he went to the kitchen, and tore off a paper towel. Then he ran it under the sink with water. He pressed it onto his skin, wiping off the paint. Water droplets shimmied down his arms, the button down shirt on his body getting damp at the sleeves. 

I walked towards him, "Here." I said. I reached up, and he bent down, as I took the napkin and wiped his eye. Blue paint washed off with ease, and I rubbed him until the pigment was all gone. 

His face dripping with water and the tips of his hair being wet, I chewed on the inside of my cheek. I blinked a couple of times, Axel's face seeming irritated. 

"Better?" He asked me, taking a dry paper towel and wiping his cheek down. Then he washed his hands with soap and water. "I don't get what the damn point of that was," He told me.