#smyw

With Angel, it wasn’t hard for Xavier to get caught up. In fact, it was so easy that he couldn’t even remember why or when they’d started kissing, or how the younger boy had even gotten into his room (probably asking for something innocent like help reaching the very top shelf in the kitchen, god he was fucking adorable). Nevertheless, he was pleased with where he was now, having marked up his neck and collar bones to an exceptional degree. That was something he’d realized he liked doing a whole lot, because there was no other way for him to show that Angel was his, and, well. His lovely tanned skin looked even lovelier with purple marks scattered all upon it. Xavier had one of his hands holding him securely by his hip, thumb digging into him through his clothes, and the other supporting his body weight, pressing into the pillows. He was being given a lot, honestly, and the sound of Angel whimpering each time he scraped his teeth just so along his skin was beyond perfect, but he still wanted more, which was why one of his hands slowly crept up to the hem of his sweater, gently beginning to tug it upward.

Being shot by your best friend is always going to be funny....