Wrong Desire/bxb/
In the empty dorm hallway, Sky backed Azxel against the door of his room, kissing him slow and deep, sliding his hands under Azxel’s shirt to press warm against his skin.
“Remember this while you’re gone,” Sky whispered against his mouth. “Remember who you belong to.”
Azxel whimpered into the kiss, clinging, nodding, already aching at the thought of the distance.
Sky pulled back eventually, pressing one last kiss to Azxel’s under eye. “Go pack. I’ll see you soon.”
Azxel watched him walk away, his chest hollow, before slipping inside to throw clothes into his bag without really seeing them.
Ten minutes later, the dorm phone rang insistently.
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