Thinking is Hard

You awoke to sunlight streaming through an open window and smacking you in the face. Vile sun. You attempted to roll over, pulling the blankets with you, but the blankets pulled back. Weird. Come to think of it, waking up to sunlight was also weird. Blackout curtains were part and parcel when one was roommates with a vampire. Giving the blankets another tug, you buried your face in the pillow underneath you, trying to recall the events of the night before.

There had been a Nightshade meeting. You had snuck out of your dorm room after your roommate had fallen asleep. The meeting had run later than usual. When Bianca had called the meeting to a close at three in the morning after a game of 'Never Have I Ever' had gotten out of hand, Xavier had insisted that it was his 'good boyfriend duties' to walk you back to your dorm. It was then that you realized the time and that there was no way you were successfully sneaking back into your dorm room that night. Which would mean that you were...

A look to your left confirmed it. Xavier's caramel-colored hair spilled over the bed in ribbons, his left elbow propping up his peacefully sleeping face. You reached over and poked his cheek, causing his brows to crinkle slightly and air to escape harshly out his nose. His reaction was cute, so you prodded him again, harder, and this time closer to his mouth. Bleary eyes squinted back yours as Xavier woke up, eyelashes fluttering against the sunlight.

"What'd you do that for?"

You ran your thumb over his lower lip, pulling back when he tried to stick out his tongue and lick it. "You looked cute."

"But I was sleeping," his disgruntled tone contrasted sharply with how he placed his right hand against the small of your back and pulled you closer to him and away from the edge of the bed.

"Go back to sleep then," you retorted, throwing a leg over him and pulling the two of you closer together. Gently gripping his jaw, you tilted his head up, pressing a kiss into the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe I will," Xavier retorted, chasing your lips for a kiss. You evaded him, turning his face away from yours so you could begin to suck a hickey on the place where his jawline curved to meet his ear. "Hey--not fair--I can't sleep when you're doing that!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to stop?" Xavier gasped when you bit down lightly, then whined when you pulled away. "I'll let you go back to sleep then."

"No--wait--that's not--I wanted--" Xavier's hand moved from being outside your t-shirt to pushing the fabric up so that he could run his fingers over the bare skin of your back, tickling you slightly. This motion was coupled with his hips bucking up to meet you, growing erection dragging against your pelvis.

"What is it that you wanted?" Your hand went from his jaw to his hair, fingers threading through the strands against his scalp before grabbing a fistful. Using his hair as leverage, you pulled him into a kiss, teeth scraping against his lower lip as he moaned.

"You--fuck--" Xavier's voice broke off into a moan when you reached into his sweatpants and wrapped your hand around his dick, firmly stroking from base to tip. His hips jerked up to meet your touch, fingers fumbling to pull down the black panties you were wearing. "I want--"

The angle at which your bodies met was awkward, so you rolled the two of you over to straddle his upper thighs, panties tangled around your ankles and t-shirt getting turned inside-out as you took it off. Utilizing your new vantage point, you pulled down his sweatpants, exposing his now-leaking dick. "Want me to ride you?"

"Yeah--okay--please--" You pushed two fingers into his mouth, shutting him up. While Xavier had many talents, coherency during sex was not one of them. When your fingers were sufficiently coated in spit, you dragged them along his tongue and over his lower lip, a string of saliva falling back as they left his mouth.

You were wet enough that figuring out where Xavier kept his lube wasn't worth it, so instead, you used your newly spit-coated fingers to stretch yourself once, twice, three times, feeling him push against your opposite palm that you had planted against his stomach in order to hold him still. Sinking down onto his dick felt like being flooded with warmth, your legs trembling as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. You paused when he bottomed out, adjusting your hands so that your thumbs brushed along the valleys of his hips. Taking a breath to ground yourself, you attempted to make eye contact with Xavier, whose eyes were scrunched closed as his breath came out in pants.

"Xavi?" His eyes opened at the sound of his name, hands gliding over your thighs and ass before finding purchase at your waist. You rolled your hips, grinning as he let out a breathy moan. "How're we feeling?"

Xavier gave you a look that would've read as "how the fuck do you think" if it hadn't been so blissed out. You rolled your hips again, letting out a moan yourself as you built up a steady pace, going from little more than a slow rocking motion to a faster--but still lazy--rhythm. It's too early, and you're still too sleepy for anything more energetic. Xavier seems to disagree, whining when you don't let him speed things up.

"Faster...please?" Ordinarily, you'd give in to Xavier's begging, but this time listening to his whimpering would be more rewarding. The signs that he was getting close--like the faint crease between his eyebrows and the trembling of his lower lip--were starting to appear already, and you wanted to savor the moment.

He turned out to be closer than you thought. You were running your palms over his chest, feeling his heartbeat pounding through his ribcage--when abruptly he grabbed your forearms, fingers digging into you almost painfully. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you felt his hips jerk against yours, and your pussy was suddenly flooded with warm spurts of cum. You waited for him to stop shaking, gently removing your arms from his grip after he went limp and carefully lifting yourself off his now-spent dick. Pressing a kiss to his hairline, you waited for him to return to reality, your own climax not yet reached.

"Xavi...?" He blinked rapidly, then rolled onto his side to look at you. "Help me out here?" Xavier squinted at you, confused, then his eyes widened in realization.

"Right...yeah..." He reached up a hand, thumb brushing lightly over your clit before sliding two fingers into you, the cum still leaking out of you a stand-in for lubricant. "Like this?"

Xavier knew you wanted it like that, but you figured it was fair play after your "how're we feeling" comment. Unlike him, you didn't lose your ability to sass back just because you were so aroused you felt like you were vibrating. "Fuck you."

"You just did." Xavier laughed as he picked up the pace of his fingers, using his other hand to grab one of your tits, thumb brushing over your nipple. You reacted with a moan, not bothering to respond to his teasing. Just because you had the ability to sass back didn't mean it was worth it. Sitting up a bit, Xavier replaced his thumb with his mouth, swirling his tongue over your nipple before sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin of your cleavage. You could feel him smiling against your skin as you gasped, your body tingling with your rapidly approaching orgasm.

Pressing a kiss against the hickey he'd left, Xavier switched to the other side, the hand not preoccupied with fingering you placed between your shoulder blades, pressing your tits further into his face as he began to work at a second hickey to mirror the first. It was the feeling of his mouth coupled with the scrape of a blunt nail over your clit that finally broke the dam, your orgasm washing over you in waves and your legs shaking with pleasure.

The feeling of his hair running through your fingers, his hands against your bare skin, and the texture of wrinkles in the bedsheets under you were all heightened--along with a vague awareness of Xavier shifting his hold on you into something more resembling a hug. Slowly, you loosened your grip on his hair, fingers flexing as feeling seeped back into them. You took a few deep breaths to bring yourself back into the physical plane, returning Xavier's hug and pressing a kiss into his hair. He mumbled something into your cleavage, but your mind still wasn't present enough to make sense of it.

"Hmm...?" You questioned. Folding your legs underneath you so that you both were now sitting face-to-face, you brushed back some errant strands of his hair to better see his eyes. "What was that?"

"I was wondering what time it was. And also thinking aloud that you're beautiful," Xavier tacked onto the end when the corner of your mouth twitched. But he was right though; getting dressed and out of bed was probably a good idea. Pulling away from the hug, you leaned across his lap to grab your phone and your t-shirt that had ended up tossed over Xavier's bedside table.

"You're not too bad yourself, Sweetheart. Can I borrow a pair of sweatpants?" Though somewhat preoccupied with turning your t-shirt inside out and pulling it over your head, you caught a glimpse of Xavier blushing at the pet-name. "Five seconds ago, your face was buried between my tits, but 'Sweetheart' makes you blush?"

"Shut up. 'S different," Xavier mumbled in response, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and locating his pants. "Did you check the time?"

"Eleven and some change. You're still dripping out of me." You ran two fingers over the fluids leaking out your pussy and held them up as evidence. Preoccupied with pulling his sweatpants over his hips, Xavier was not paying attention, so you stuck them in your mouth instead. "Do you have tissues or a washcloth or something?"

"Um, yeah. One second." Xavier tossed you a box of Kleenex, followed by the pair of pants you had worn the night before. "Do you need anything else?"

"Not really." You cleaned yourself up as best as possible with the tissues, then pulled up your panties, followed by your pants, grimacing at the slightly sticky feeling. You grabbed your phone, confirmed you hadn't forgotten anything, then gave Xavier a quick kiss on the cheek. "Mostly a change of clothes and a shower."

"Yeah, okay. Meet me in the cafeteria for lunch?" Xavier pulled you back from his door into a more forceful goodbye kiss.