You sigh. It’s tempting, and it’s not as if you can think straight right now anyway. It’s true, you’re just as succumbed to him as he is to you, maybe it’s not a bad idea. You shift in your chair, pushing yourself backwards to make enough room to stand. Once you do, he straightens his stance.

“Alright,” you sigh, albeit a little shaky. “But get it over with, I still have like, a stack of papers to go throu—”

It’s pointless. Xavier’s hands are already on you, savoring every little bump of your waist. He writhes in response to your body rousing, causing him to sluggishly continue his movements until your back is pushed against the wall.

“Xavier—” you wriggle, your hands finding their way on his face. You instantly melt into him. He doesn’t waste any time either, immediately catching onto your signals and clashing his mouth against yours. His kiss isn’t exactly gentle. As he’s roaming your body, he sucks on your bottom lip, ocassionally nibbling at it before soothing it with a smooth swipe of his wet tongue.

He does this until you see stars, until your sweat manages to merge with his. It’s not helping you cool down in the slightest; rather, it only spurs you on. His hands continue exploring your curves, eventually reaching your lower back and pushing you even closer towards him, until you’re planted against his hard planes.

“Is this helping?” Xavier already knows the answer, however you’re already familiarized with all his antics: he likes provoking you more than anything. Gauging your reactions as his attention is solely focused on you is one of the most endearing things for him— hence, when you whimper in response, he takes it up a notch, shifting his thigh in between yours. “Hold onto me.”

Nodding, you wrap your arms around his neck, already starting to squirm under him. Maybe you truly are claustrophobic. You’re (un)fortunate enough to be squished in between a pent up Xavier and that wall, what else could it be, if not that feeling of impeding doom filling your lungs?

He leans down to catch your lips into a deeper clash, practically absorbing all of your broken murmurs dropping off in his mouth. You fidget with his collar in response, trying to get at least a little bit of the same friction you so-desperately crave.

“I missed you,” He continues, his hot breath plunging right in your mouth. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait— haah, any longer.”

You hurriedly pull away to answer him. “It’s, it’s fine, I— mmph!” aaand before you know it, he’s back to swirling his tongue against yours. Xavier didn’t wait a second longer. Once he breaks it again, as if it somehow proved a point, he’s continuing his relentless attacks on your neck.

“D–D’you have to be so—” Another choke escapes your throat. Xavier can sense your resolve weakening with each passing second, your breathy grunts and soft whimpers music to his ears. His hands knead and squeeze at the soft flesh of your hips, fingers digging into you possessively as you slowly grind yourself on him. He nips and sucks at your pulse point, determined to see you over the edge.

What a greedy bastard. He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, nor does he answer it.

You invite him further, plunging against him until he can feel your heart jumping in your chest. One hand slides up your stomach, palming your breast through your shirt, thumbing at the stiff peak of your nipple. He can feel it pebble under his touch, which can only mean you’re letting go of all that weight on your shoulders.

Sort of exactly what his objective has been. He needed you to relax into him, to melt into his arms as he’s towering over you, holding you pinned against that damned wall. He needed to see the tension leave your eyes and muscles, to finally take time to yourself to relax.

“Why… ‘re you slowing down?”

Xavier only chuckled to your question. “Haven’t you calmed down enough?”