𝔫𝔢𝔲𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔱

You dipped a finger into the thick, pink salve, catching your reflection in the vanity mirror across the room to smear it over your bottom lip. And there he was, you could feel his eyes on you. He was watching through heavy, half lidded eyes, arms tucked behind his head, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm that was a little hypnotic.

"You're going to pass out before you even get to the toothbrush, you know," you teased, tilting your head to catch the light better.

"Mmm... I'm awake" He didn't even twitch. "What does that one smell like?"

“Strawberries and honey,” you murmured, wiping the leftover pink residue onto the back of your hand. You glanced back at him, noticing the way the light caught the dry, slightly bitten skin of his mouth. “Your lips are all chapped from being out on the roof earlier. You want me to put some on you?”

His arms dropped from behind his head, hands settling flat against the mattress. You watched his fingers dig into the fabric, a subtle tension coiling in his shoulders. Then, he tilted his chin his eyes locking onto yours, making the sleepy, lazy atmosphere in the room vanish in a heartbeat.

"Come here"

"Xavier, I just did my face," you protested, though your heart gave a traitorous little skip. "I'm going to get cream all over your shirt."

“I don't care about the shirt.” The softness of his voice was a total lie, it didn't match the weight of the way he was looking at you. He shifted, lifting his hips just enough to slide higher up the bed, splaying his legs wide to create a very deliberate, very empty space between his thighs.

The small click of the lid capping the tub sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. You crawled onto the mattress, the sheets bunching and sliding under your knees as you made your way toward him. When you reached his hips, you hesitated for a heartbeat before you straddled his lap.

As soon as you were there his hands were on you. His palms slid under the hem of your sleep shirt, settling firmly against the bare skin of your waist.

He looked up at you, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of the moisturizer on your cheekbones before dropping, slow and hungry, to the thick gloss coating your lips.

“You want to share?”

“Yeah, let me just get a cotton swab...” you started, but the words felt a little breathless even to your own ears.

"No.”

The word was final. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to take the brunt of your weight. Then, he slid his head off the pillow, his jawline looking sharp and tense as he stared straight up at you.

“Sit on my face.”

The bluntness of it was like a physical weight, just hanging there in the air, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. He looked perfectly serious, almost calm, but the way his fingers were bruising the skin of your thighs told a completely different story.

“Xavie...” you started, your voice trailing off into something small and uncertain.

“You said my lips were chapped,” a flicker of amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth “So fix it. Put it right here.” He tapped his bottom lip with his thumb, a silent gesture, before letting his hand drop back to your thigh. “Sit down.”

The contrast between his usual, soft spoken self and the weight of that demand made your chest tighten. You reached down, hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers as you braced.

Slowly, you lifted your hips, moving forward until you were hovering directly over his mouth. The movement caused your shirt to slide up, leaving nothing but the thin lace of your underwear between your skin and his face.

Xavier didn't wait for you to get comfortable. The second your weight settled an impatient tug of his fingers pulled the fabric aside, leaving you completely bare and hovering just inches from his lips.

The cool air of the room hit your skin for a split second, but it was gone almost instantly, replaced by the concentrated heat of his mouth pressing directly into you.

He didn't start with his tongue. He simply pressed his mouth flat against your center, inhaling deeply, his nose parting your lips as he took you in. The friction of his cheekbones rubbing against the skin of your inner thighs, combined with the slight, rough prickle of his evening stubble, sent a sharp jolt straight to your core.

"Xavier, the lamp..." you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just enough to make him react.

He resisted the tug, the muscles in his neck straining under your grip. He let out a short, rough breath that made your thighs twitch involuntarily. "Leave it," he muttered against your skin "I want to see how wet you get."

Then, he opened his mouth.

His tongue was broad, wet, and incredibly hot. He took one long stroke, starting from the very bottom of your entrance and sweeping all the way up to the hood of your clit. The contact made your back arch violently, your head dropping back as you stared up at the blurry ceiling.

"Don't move," he grunted. His voice sounded distorted and muffled against your wet skin. He used his forearm to pin your lower back, effectively locking you in place so you couldn't escape the sensation while his mouth went back to work.

Every sweep of his tongue was firm, flattening against your clit, smoothing the moisture he was drawing out of you across his lips. The wet sound of him sliding over you filled the quiet bedroom, the only thing breaking the silence besides the heavy drafts of air he was taking in through his nose.

"Xavie... please...” The word didn't even come out right, it just sort of broke in your throat as he swirled his tongue in a tight circle around your clit. When his teeth grazed the edge just a fraction of a second too much your muscles clamped shut around him in an involuntary reflex.

He let out a muffled chuckle, making your whole body shudder, and pulled his head back just an inch, the sight of him made you lose your breath. His lips were soaked, glistening under the glow of the lamp, smeared with you from his chin all the way up to the tip of his nose. His eyes were wide and bright, looking completely focused on you.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” the profanity made your stomach do a slow drop. He didn't look like a gentle man, he looked hungry. “Look at how much you’re leaking on my face.”

Your hands were trembling. His hair was a complete mess from your fingers.

"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his thumb sliding up to press into your opening, testing the slickness before pushing his finger inside you.

You gasped, head falling back again. "Yes—yes, Xavie, please—"

“Tell me,” he began to move his finger in a slow, torturous hooking motion inside you, while the very tip of his tongue played with your clit. He was being cruel, in the best possible way. “Tell me to eat you out until you come all over my mouth.”

“Do it,” you sobbed, your fingers digging into his shoulders so hard your knuckles turned white. “Eat it. Please, baby, just do it.”

“Good girl.”

He buried his face back into you. That slow, teasing rhythm? Gone. His tongue was fast and sharp, flicking directly over your clit with punishing precision while his finger drove deep inside you, perfectly mirroring the pace. He used his free hand to squeeze your ass, his grip firm enough to bruise.

Every time the pressure became too much and you tried to lift your hips to find relief he dragged you back down, forcing you to take every single ounce of it.

“Xavie...I’m I’m going to...”

“On my tongue, bunny” he ordered, the words vibrating against your skin. He pushed a second finger inside you, stretching you open “Give it to me. Let me taste all of it.”

The tension snapped. Your walls clamped down hard around his fingers, and your hips shuddered as you came. You screamed into the quiet of the room, your body shaking from head to toe.

​Xavier didn't stop. He sucked your clit into his mouth, applying a firm, steady pressure as his fingers pumped inside you through the contractions, maximizing the spasm, riding out every single throb of your climax until you were completely spent.

He didn't move his face away immediately, he rested his forehead against your damp thigh. His entire lower face was wet, the hair around his temples sticking to his skin.

​ His thumb caught the edge of his lower lip, wiping away a smear of wetness and licking it off his skin with a slow, dark stare.

​"My lips feel fine now," he said, his voice quiet, regular, the familiar soft rasp returning as if he hadn't just completely wrecked you. "But we might need to do it again in the morning. Just to be sure."

A languid roll of his hips, and your eyes water.

"But then I lie, and you swallow every word." His eyes are dark, looking down at you in wicked triumph. You feel the brush of his thumbs pulling up your eyelids, ridding you of the luxury of blinking, bidding you not to look away even as the burn settles in. "And you let me get away with it..."

Without warning, Xavier comes, shooting down your throat in hot bursts. His hands return to the back of your head, holding you still as he steps over your shoulders, driving his cock down further down your gullet, paying no heed to your gurgled choking as as he empties himself inside with one, two, three--

You start to seize as bile works up your throat, your hand flying to the back of his thighs, this close to tapping out but Xavier finally pulls out with a satisfied moan. He looms over you, cock resting on your lips, your head still supported by his hands as you pant. A smug, possessive look descends upon him as he starts to drag his balls over your open mouth, grinning as you begin to lick.

"I need attention here too Captain~ I've been aching since you left me."

His mood sours visibly from the reminder. Great.

"You shouldn't have gone without me."

You turn away, panting into his thigh, "You seemed just fine whenever we called."

"Like you said Captain." He steps away suddenly, kneeling down to your eye level, nipping at your chest as you massage your sore neck, wincing. Blue eyes find yours again as is tongue curls around your nipple, hot and wet.

"Xavier always lies."

notes: surprise hi I wrote something!!!1! This was inspired by a line from The Freak Circus. I don't know what it is with Hermit and me and blowjobs but here we are!! Oral fixation Hermit nation!!

April and May disappeared in a vortex of work and personal life. Here's to hoping I get to write more soon :) let me know what you liked o/ comments and reblogs always appreciated.