Jul 10, 2025
closed starter for @wstfl
Xavier had her up against the guest bathroom sink before the door even finished swinging shut. He twisted the lock with his free hand, then doubled back, mouth at their jaw, hands on their hips and thighs, intoxicated with the smell of them. He crowded closer, pulling their wrists until their hands were braced on either side of the porcelain. The counter was cool tile against his knuckles, and it felt good, grounding, as he pressed their palms flat. "Is he still out there?" He didn’t wait for them to answer; he already had the mirror fogged, his tongue at the shell of their ear. "Think he'll notice how long we're gone?"
