the shared hotel room was a little too cold. that's the only reason that xavier was currently pressed by your side. the two of you were under the same bundle of sheets yet your arms were barely brushing. you were choosing to blame the horrible mission for the need for comfort.

but... xavier was always excellent company.

if you needed to open your heart to somebod... you'd always choose him. it was simply easy to talk to him.

"why do you think the hotel is so cold?" xavier asks under the heavy sheets and you grumble. you're staring at the white ceiling and maybe it was the medication that had both of you loopy. maybe the nerves hadn't rattled off your bones yet.

you never had a platform crumble under you before. you had also never fallen into open sea so fast. the objective wasn't as important as getting somewhere safe. you were grateful you could finish the mission. you spare the lucky stars your thanks but you had truly never felt fear like that. it's one thing to fight against a wanderer... it's another thing to fight against circumstance and win. maybe you're so rattled at the thought of dying. no. worse. xavier dying.

"do you remember that movie we watched?" he tries again quietly. tenderly. you can't help but gaze over at him. it doesn't matter how dark it is. you can always tell your partner apart. you can always tell xavier's near. he felt like the stars that guided you to safety.

"i think that they like to freeze us up so we can't move. we spend a few days here. we have to pay more cause we're both so sleepy." you say and it's an odd-ball theory. a stupid answer so that he keeps talking over you and you don't feel the splitting anxiety in your chest. is the danger really over? are you really safe? could you protect your partner in danger? your heart and brain were all in unison. nerves.

"hm. would you stay here if i was extra sleepy then?" xavier pokes but only a little. only a tad. it's still so fresh. you're merely good friends and yet you want him near. you ache for his touch as much as he aches for yours. it's a strange thing. you thought your soul was meant to be alone. now you realize that you were only looking for him.

"i'll go anywhere you are. that's what partners do." you say bluntly. your thoughts are malfunctioning, miscomputing and you hate that you can't coat your words. you're blunt but xavier cracks your entire system apart. he knows that you're nervous. he's scared as well.

it's quiet again and you're in your head again. xavier sneaks a glance at your frame and he hates how still you look. he wishes he could read your mind. what were you thinking?

( he's the calm in the middle of the storm and you simply want to lay your head somewhere safe. your heart tugs when he says goodnight. your heart races when he smiles and you enjoy hearing his thoughts. you enjoy sitting during your lunch and asking him about his favorite book. you're curious. you're absolutely mad for him. what if another mission happens and you don't get the chance to speak? )

being a hunter isn't for the weak. being a hunter is terrifying. you can handle xavier from a safe distance. you could handle anybody from a safe distance. you couldn't handle not knowing where your lover is for days. you know it's confidential. you think of a mission and the fact that he has to go - and you wouldn't let him leave. you want to sink into him. you want to know where he is. you want to know what he thinks. you've never felt more curious about anybody in your life and that's dangerous. the last person you loved so dearly was dead and you couldn't grasp the concept. you didn't want to grasp another concept and pray to a picture.

"what if i go to the groceries store? do you still want to go?" xavier asks and he notices how you look over at him. it's odd. it's dark. why would you want to look at him? his heart thumps in his chest.

(do you feel the same? do you also want to hold each other? xavier wants to throw up at the thought of losing you. he's trying to have this conversation because he wants to hear your voice. he's so scared. there's so much in between. he hasn't been scared in a long time.)

"during a mission or after work? i'm still your neighbor. i think it's odd that you'd want to go get chicken in a middle of a fight." you ramble and he cuts off so sweetly. you feel the air leave your body as,

"i'm asking if you want to be more."

you're quiet. frozen.

yet, you're warm.

"like a friend?"

"you're looking at me and it's dark. we're laying under a thousand blankets for warmth and your arm is merely touching mine. are you making sure i'm right beside you? are you also as nervous as me after that mess of a mission?" xavier turns to look at you and in the dark, you find the courage to cry. your eyes water and you can only nod.

xavier hears the fabric shuffle and he whispers,

"you can touch me."

"i can't." you say and your voice breaks. there's a sadness underneath your tone and xavier won't back down. not when he's so close. not when he feels the exact same.

"why?"

"i'd die if something happened to you, xavi." you say, so softly. so sweetly that it shatters him in half. "the mission scared me. so much. i couldn't do anything to help you." your tears are big and you're sitting up. he follows your shadow. he'd follow the glimpse of you anywhere. "i was so scared. i couldn't even reach for you. you were falling so fast."

"i can-" he starts but he realizes that it isn't the time. xavier was more worried about you than himself. he's been in a horrid of situation, but he did share the fear. he also adored you more than anything, even if the two of you kept those facts a secret. "i just wanted you to be safe. i'm right here with you. you can trust your partner. you know that right?"

he rests his hand on your shoulder and a small light flicks between the two of you. it dances and he sees your red eyes. you look so frightened. when did you care for him so much? why were you suddenly afraid? he had seen you in missions - you were reckless. had you found something that motivated you? god. he was selfish. he was the worst person he knew. but god, he wished you were crying over him. he wished that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. that this night, would be a new beginning with feelings and over everything... honesty.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you sniffle and you're wiping your eyes. you're a mess of tears.

"i worry about you."

your lip quivers and you look away. "do you promise you'll try your best to be safe? that's the only way..." you whisper very quietly. "i will find you in death and bring you back, xavier. i'm not joking."

It's hard not to feel lighter as Linkon fades in the rearview mirror, giving way to forest. In short order, the trees and dappled sunlight fade, replaced with glittering warm sand and an endless wine-dark sea. The resort is small, nestled in the cliffside of the caldera. A cheery woman introduces herself as the owner, and walks the two of you to your private bungalow, chattering the whole time. Xavier answers all of her questions patiently, fully invested in listening as the three of you walk towards the guest lodgings. You lose yourself in the sights, taking in the roar of the sea and the warm sun on your shoulders.

"Here we are!" she chirps as she steps over the threshold.

Vining flowers encapsulate the entire bungalow, dotting the white walls with bursts of pink and blue. Flower pots of all different sizes and shapes lay scattered here and there, filling the courtyard with a homey lived-in feel. The cabin itself is partially cut into the rock, keeping the place cool even during midday. You toe off your shoes at the front door, murmuring with pleasure as the cold tile kisses your feet.

"Now, per your request, this is our most private cabin. It's a little ways from the main buildings but a cute couple such as yourselves, I completely understand."

Behind her, Xavier catches your eye and winks. You think about the swimsuits you packed and resolve to get back at him for that later. Knowing him, there would also be a generous stack of extra towels available and late check-out. These were the things Xavier chose to spend his time on, that strange funny man. You certainly reaped the benefits manifold— the soreness from the previous weekend was only finally beginning to fade. Grimly, you prayed that you would actually get to see some of the resort this time.

She continues on, impervious to your mute plea, "I saw the two of you come in and I thought, my word what a cute couple! They must be here to relax and have a nice romantic getaway," she winks saucily. "Make yourselves comfortable. We've left extra towels and bedding in the hallway closet."

As soon as the door clicks shut you turn, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

"The towels are definitely 'per our request' huh?"

Xavier blinks innocently as he puts your matching Bunbun toiletry kit next to his. "I wouldn't want to disturb her in the middle of the night for more."

"And why would we need more in the middle of the night?"

"Perhaps…" thick arms slide against your middle as he pulls you against his chest, "you might need some more to dry off," his fingers skate up your ribs, "who knows indeed."

"It is convenient that our room was ready even though we got here hours before check-in," you tap your chin in mock thought.

Xavier's hands settle on your cheeks, tilting you towards him, and his gentle visage is all you see. Behind him, dappled sunlight streams in through the window, and the glittering ocean is just steps away. The entire weekend is at your feet.

The day is still quite young and you did arrive with some extra time to spare. You place a kiss on his cheek as you pull his hand back under your shirt.

"Make it quick."

You feel the shape of his smile against your neck. "I make no such promises."

A sheepish glance at the time, "Is teleporting on the table?"

—

The film location is only a short car ride from the resort but one thing leads to another and with a glance at the time, Xavier teleports the two of you there, arriving just enough time to spare.

"There's our leading stars!"

A young man who could only be the director jogs over to greet the two of you. After shaking both your hands profusely, he introduces himself as Director Lan, an aspiring documentarian and recent awardee of the Linkon Society Up-And-Coming Visionaries. Eagerness shining out of every pore, he leads the two of you on a quick tour of the bustling set. Colorful beach umbrellas, volleyball nets, and trailers dot the wide stretch of the beach, anchored by two lifeguard towers. Director Lan's excitement is palpable, electrifying the set wherever he goes. It's clear that he takes great pride in his work, and his crew does too.

Xavier whistles as he takes in all the equipment, "Filming on location. I admire that."

Director Lan beams, "Ahhh Mr. Xavier, I know an auteur when I see one! You see I had to fight the producers on this, they wanted green screen. Green screen! Not on my watch!" He comes to a stop in front of the main tent and turns. Two folders, each with your names emblazoned on them, appear in his hands.

"Okay! Now that you've got the lay of the land, make sure you do a full script read before first call so that we're all on the same page. I expect you and Mr. Xavier back here with your costumes at 4PM on the dot!"

A cheeky salute and before you can get another word in edgewise, Director Lan walks away.

You turn to Xavier, "Same page? Only you and I have lines."

"I think the director just graduated from film school, he has yet to learn," he whispers back conspiratorially, already flipping through his handout. "Let's just play along."

You open the cheery yellow folder to find a copy of the script. Director Lan had taken the time to highlight your lines, all five of them. The set-up is ridiculous and too much for a thirty-second public service announcement. Costumed Wanderer mascots, two action scenes, and a plot. The two of you have multiple costume changes. Beside you, Xavier seems to be barely repressing a laugh.

You watch as Director Lan eagerly trapises around the set, chatting with every crew member, rearranging things here and there to match a vision known only to himself. He reminds you a bit like Xavier— marching to the offbeat of their own drum.

"I would hate to rain on his parade. Let's go pick out our costumes."

—

The trailer door closes with an audible click.

For a moment, silence. For the first time since morning, a moment of peace. Then you catch Xavier's eye and the two of you descend into a fit of giggles before collapsing onto the couch.

"Everytime we go out it's always an adventure."

You laugh, fondly. "There's always a story.""

Xavier takes a look at the racks, conveniently set out in neat rows, marked with your names and a checklist. Eagerly you dive into the task, fishing around in the bins for a swimsuit.

"Starlight, what do you think?"

You peer up from the rack.

At first, nothing seems out of place. A pair of yellow aviator shades are perched jauntily atop his head, and a bright red prop popsicle in one hand, followed by a red whistle that adorns his chest (your eyes linger conspicuously, and Xavier squirms, much to your delight). You follow the path laid out by the whistle down the creamy planes of his stomach, guided along by a trail of coarse silver hair. Down, down, all the way down to the tiniest pair of swim briefs you've ever seen. Bright red and high-cut, they hug Xavier's behind like a second skin, shamelessly putting his ass in the spotlight.

And it is a very lovely one indeed. Pert, shapely with a good bounce, always hidden under layers of clothing. Even at home it was a rare sight, despite your handsiness and nigh-constant complaints.

Unconciously, you lick your lips as Xavier does a final turn. The redness of the briefs is rivaled only by the flush of his ears and the whistle on his chest. There's a good chance that he picked this outfit on purpose, but it's hard to be mad in the face of…all of it.

It's also impossible to miss Xavier's growing hardness, the thin red briefs struggling to keep him decent.

"I think…" you breathe, looking up as you kiss the inside of his knee. His eyes meet yours, bright embarassment softened by a dark delight. Xavier always did love your full attention on him. He sits back on the couch, legs widening just so inviting you to place another kiss on the soft skin. You lick at the hint of sea salt, pleased at the soft flutter of his lashes. "I want to be the only one to see you like this."

Greedily, you take his silence as an invitation to kiss all over his thighs and hips, feeling the muscles jump under your attentions, purposefully avoiding his crotch even as his hands start to fist at his sides. Standing at your full height, Xavier is unexpectedly timid as he looks up at you, hands frozen at your waist, his eyes a question as you straddle him. The fabric of your panties snags on the blooming dark spot amongst the sea of red. Feeling mischevious, you grind against him, seeking more, feeling the familiar shape of him through the briefs.

"You—ah—!!" Your name is barely out of his lips before you move again, pressing your chest firmly against his as you hold him close. "This feels inappropriate," he sighs.

"We have some time before we have to be on the set," you whisper as you turn and suck at the skin below his ear. A whispered curse as he rocks against you, needy and wanting, fuels you onward.

Xavier moans, rolling his hips against yours, seeking more friction, moving faster as your fingers graze the hem of his briefs, dipping in just so against the heated skin.

"Yeah?" you giggle, "Is that a yes?"

The jut of a lip, but the force of his pout is mitigated by the redness of his ears, "It's always a yes." He rubs his nose against yours and you turn, slotting your lip as his dutifully part, taking the opportunity to kiss him dizzy. The buzzy air conditioner barely drowns out the frantic gasps and the creak of the couch as you rock against each other.

Xavier pulls away with a heavy inhale, letting his head fall back against the wall. His eyes are heavy on yours as his palms trace the swell of your ass, skating just under the hem of your shorts.

You grin, guiding his hands to the clasp on the waistband. He unhooks it with ease, not even needing to look—

When suddenly, a burst of conversation erupts outside, getting louder as the corral of footsteps gets closer. A few smart knocks and then the voice of Director Lan.

"Hunters?"

Beneath you, Xavier turns towards the door, a reply on the ready. He wets his lips, and the flash of pink gives rise to an even better idea, a small payback for his hotel request. You clamp your hand over his face, shaking your head.

"Shhh," you whisper as your other hand glides down his chest, tracing the lanyard over his collarbone down to his sternum. The thin trailer walls do little to mitigate the outside noise—the whole crew may as well be inside the trailer with the two of you. They also remind you that Xavier has a penchant for exhibitionism. You're not sure if its the natural conclusion of someone with teleportation powers or if he gets some sort of thrill of your panic. Likely a mix of both.

Beneath you, Xavier audibly swallows, eyes flickering between you and the door. You press your palm down harder, silently demanding his attention. His eyes snap back to yours, and you feel him mouthing a silent apology into the cup of your hand.

"Hunters—" a few more smart rapts "—are you there?"

Xavier watches with fascination as you ignore responding to consider the whistle on his chest. Unlike the other items in the trailer, you recognize this as a genuine lifeguard whistle. Guaranteed to be ear-piercing with just the slightest breath.

Satisfied, you shake it in front of his face.

"You don't need anymore hints right Xavier?" you ask sweetly.

"They're right outside," he whispers. A statement, you note, not a complaint.

You trace the whistle over his mouth, feeling your blood start to pulse at the eager part of his lips.

"That's never stopped you before," you say sweetly. "So why should it stop me?"

Xavier chuckles, "You're right."

His lashes flutter, mouth dropping open as you glide the cold metal over his plush lips. With a lift of your fingers on his chin, he obediently holds the whistle in his mouth. Xavier is hard underneath you, breath catching as your hips bear down again. The thin fabric of your underwear and his farce of a swimsuit glide over one another easily, clinging wetly to each other.

"Good boy," you murmur, grinning as you hear Xavier gingerly breathe out through his nose.

The world outside the trailer falls away as you rise back to your full height as you consider Xavier for a moment. He peers up at you from underneath thick silvery lashes, eyes placid, ears and neck as red as the whistle in his teeth. Your eyes linger at the damp spot on his crotch, smug as his cock jumps under your the force of your regard. The clear sheen from both your fluids mixing catches obscenely in the light. You press the pad of your thumb right atop the mess, smearing it further over his briefs.

"I think Mr. Lifeguard is going to need to change," you stage-whisper as you lean over him, delicately blowing over his nipple as you worry the other one between your fingers. Xavier keens, pushing his chest forward on instinct, trying to maximize as much contact as he can. You mouth over the sensitive nub, lapping and sucking on it, leaving it wet and glistening before moving onto the other.

Your hands roam south, glancing over the hard length with the tips of your fingers.

Steadily, you apply more pressure, firmly rubbing up and down the clothed length, pinning his cock between your hand and his body. You allow him one, two, three, thrusts before reaching under the waistband. His cock peels away from the fabric with such a wet sound you can help but moan. Xavier whimpers, thighs straining to hold still. He's biting the whistle at this point, worrying it between his front teeth as he huffs.

"His partner isn't going to want others to see him like this," as you blow air over the head of his cock. The whistle effectively gags him, and his only response is a low shuddering rumble in the back of his throat.

"Mr. Hunter is supposed to be the face of the Hunter's Association," you say, "A good Hunter knows when to be quiet."

Instinct takes over and you bob your head steadily, getting lost in the rhythm and familiar taste. You swirl your tongue over the underside before dipping into his slit, forcibly assaulting the spots you know him to be weak with as much attention as you can muster. In between slurps you look up, greedily taking in the sight. Above you, Xavier has forgone holding the whistle between his lips, opting instead to let it rest on his tongue as he pants, hips rolling in concert. He's a vision, arms draped over the couch, nipples straining. An opportunity like this is rare, and you intend to milk it for all he's worth.

You hum, reinvigorated as he reaches with a shaky hand to tuck your hair back. Saliva pools out of your mouth as you strain to take him deeper, relishing the obscene glck of his cock hitting the back of your throat and the choked curses in the air. A low keening sound fills your ears-- the force of Xavier's exhale through the whistle you realize, as he struggles not to breathe through his mouth. The occasional footsteps outside, paired his increasingly frantic hips, spurs you onward and you lose yourself in the task, keeping your eyes on him every time you hollow your cheeks. Xavier whimpers as you guide his hands to your hair, eagerly using the additional leverage to push deeper with a gasp. His eyes start to roll— you can tell he's right there—-

BANG. BANG. BANG.

"Hunters!! It's time!"

Inwardly, you curse, hastily pulling back from Xavier's cock with a reluctant pop of your lips. "We'll be right out Director!"

"Sorry," you mouth sheepishly at the poor man in front of you, giving him a quick peck as you rise to your feet, "I thought we had more time."

The whistle falls out of Xavier's mouth with a sad tumble.

—

It's by the grace of your Hunter training that the two of you make it out of the trailer looking somewhat appropriate. You wipe the saliva off your chin and his crotch. The ruined briefs get stuffed in your backpack as Xavier hastily swaps it for a more modest (but equally as bright) pair of lifeguard trunks. With a quick shimmy, you put on your matching swimsuit. The whistle stays around his neck. Just before Xavier opens the door, you fluff his hair, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"Later?"

The shoot seems designed to further torture Xavier. First, Director Lan has Xavier apply sunblock on your back as you deliver your lines. The lines are so canned that it takes everything in you not to crack up.

"This summer, make sure you pack sunscreen—" at his cue, Xavier squeezes sunblock onto his hand with a loud splat"—Remember to reapply frequently —" his cool hands encompass the span of your shoulders as he starts to rub the cream into your skin.

Behind the camera, Director Lan shouts, "Ok Mr. Xavier, can you exaggerate that a little more? It's a little hard to see you applying it from here."

Scratch that, this was also going to be torture for you too. Xavier hums in affirmation, thumbs digging into the muscle of your shoulders before skating over your arms. Despite the heat of day, you resist the urge to shiver.

"—and to check UV levels especially if you're heading to the beach."

"Now together!"

In unison, you both point at your watches, "As part of Linkon City's Safer Summer Initiative, make sure you take the time to keep your Wanderer Alert app updated." From your periphery, stagehands toss a sword and gun at you. With a dramatic flourish, the two of you jump into the air to catch the weapons before striking a cartoonish pose, sea spray flying everywhere in the light.

Director Lan swoons, "Yes, exactly that's the energy keep going!"

"The Hunters Association wishes Linkon a fun and safe summer!" your voices blend as you paste on a showy smile.

"Ok cut!"

—

The sky is a brilliant orange by the time Director Lan sees fit to wrap up. By now, you're thoroughly soaked, having reshot the dramatic pose in the tide enough times to be dripping wet. As you get up to return to the trailer, a white towel suddenly obscures your vision.

"I told you extra towels would come in handy." Xavier's gentle smile materializes in front of you as he dries your hair. "Was I right?"

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile lifting the corner of your lips, "Maybe my partner just doesn't like seeing me wet."

"You are very mistaken actually." Xavier's eyebrows shoot up as he continues to towel you off, "I enjoy that very much."

The sounds of the set fade as you walk back hand in hand. The sand is soft between your toes, and a warmth settles upon you, the distinct pleasure of a day well-spent. For all the absurdity of doing all this for a vacation, Xavier had planned this out well, and it was fun to boot.

You turn, gratitude filling your heart, when you run right into Xavier's chest. Instantly, he cages you against the trailer door.

"Do you know how long it took for me to calm down?" he asks, tone soft and dangerous. There's a distinct glint in his eye and alarm bells start to ring. You're both still decidedly very much outside. The area surrounding the trailer may be dark, but you can still see and hear beachgoers milling about.

Xavier kisses you again, wrenching your mouth open with a ferocity that takes you by surprise. With each suck of your tongue he riles you up higher and higher, and pressed this closely against him you can feel the weight of his pent-up desire. A part of you considers goading him some more, to see how far you can take this.

"It's not my fault you're so insatiable Xavier," you pull back, and he grumbles at the loss of contact, diving inside for your neck, "you're just easy to rile up."

"I'm easy?" he says lightly, twirling the string tie of your swimsuit. "You can't say that starlight. I know that if I take this off, I'll find you nice and willing."

He undoes the knot with a single pull of his finger. You press your thighs together, trying to keep the bottom on, but Xavier is faster, sliding his knee in between, trapping the bottom between you and the hard muscle of his thigh. To your wicked delight, he presses it even further up, forcing you onto your tiptoes in the sand. You feel the press of his lips back against yours just as his hands grind your hips further down, setting every nerve of your body alight. The sensation slams into your body, making you keenly aware of his tongue in your mouth and the presence between your legs. Calloused fingers make quick work of the other string tie, and your bikini bottom falls open, fully exposing you. Xavier pays no heed to your panicked arousal, mouth set to a grim line as he circles your clit with his thumb. Even though he isn't in you, he can feel you clench down, hungry for whatever he can offer.

"I may be easy, but you indulge me each and every time."

He pulls the towel to drape over both your heads, hiding you from view. Inside the space there is nowhere to look but him, the center of your universe. The pressure from his thigh subsides for just a moment, only to be replaced with the solid heft of his cock as he rubs the head along the cleft of your pussy. His eyes are dark and triumphant as he considers you, full of want, "You were so bold earlier in the dressing room."

"Don't get shy on me now," he coos.

Nearby, you hear the laughter of a group walking up the path and you squirm, a familiar coil of need and fear. Exactly where Xavier likes it.

"Ignore them, starlight," he demands, thumb running against your lip. "Give me my reward instead."

You hike your leg against him, your exhale blending with Xavier's groan.

"Make it quick?" even to your own ears the ask has no bite, not with his cock between your thighs, coated in your fluids.

For the second time today you feel the shape of his smile against your neck. "I make no such promises."

notes: this was my entry into @miaisleepy and @mayweholdhands's LaDs Summer Festival! Thank you so much for having me again!!! Our group's theme was "lifeguard" and "sunblock".

Shoutout to the amazingly talented Toru and Selena and Cmiaw who were the artists paired with me on this prompt! Please check out their amazing drool-worthy Xavier art <333 and make sure to check out the rest of the Summer Fest! There's more fanfic, fanart, and even cosplay of all the beloved LIs!!

It was nearing the end of the cooking show you were both watching, and Xavier readjusts himself on the couch. His weight is on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist and back.

Today’s challenge was all about deserts. The contestants were allowed to make anything, as long as it was sweet.

As the judges were tasting the dishes, you couldn’t help but notice that Xavier’s face was getting dangerously close to your breasts. The kind of night it was, your top wasn’t on properly, some of the fabric had moved down your chest. The tip of his nose just nudges against your soft skin, milky and warm, holding him close.

You try to ignore his face being that close to your chest. His mouth being close to your chest. And you certainly try to ignore him biting his lip.

Xavier wasn’t doing it on purpose, you tell yourself as he moves gently to get more closer to you, he was just relaxing on you, getting more comfortable. No need to be… so worked up over it.

The judges taste all the dishes, and the worst dish is sent home - made by a very regretful and embarrassed looking contestant.

Xavier says your name, and you almost jump.

“Yes Xavie?”

He raises his eyes to look at you, cheek resting against your chest. “All these deserts… and I still haven’t had mine.”

You blush and shake your head at his shamelessness, wanting to tell him there was still some Portuguese tarts left over. But you knew he wasn’t talking about any dish. He was talking about you.

“X-xavier…” you start, not sure what you should say.

He just stares at you gently with those calm eyes, inviting you in softly.

Xavier's hand raises, sliding his fingertips along your body. When we knows it's okay, the pads of his thumbs find and circle your nipples, already raised and sensitive. Extra sensitive because your period was coming soon, and of course Xavier knew that. It made him want to suck on your tits more, just knowing they were extra sensitive, and you would cling to him more. He raises his head fully off your chest and stares at you, waiting.

“Can I please have some dessert?”

“Mmhm,” you nod, not entirely sure what he was meaning, but at this point you didn’t care. You needed something from him that was more than his tantalising touch against your skin.

You let him come closer, mouth finding your own as you lay back on the couch. Xavier's lips were warm, relaxing you even further. If that was even possible by this point. Him being a weighted blanket was enough.

After a moment of bated breath, his head bobs down slowly towards your chest, ears tinged slightly pink as he nuzzles himself into your chest.

He brings a careful hand to caress a nipple, as the tip of his nose moves to circle the other. You let out a breath, moving your chest away from him, but as you take another breath it moves your chest closer to his face. Xavier pulls down the fabric a little with his fingers, pressing his body into your touch more, legs intertwined.

“Could you hold me while I do?” He asks gently, looking up at you once again.

“Of course… come here.” You gently cradle his head with the inside of your elbow, bringing him closer. If that was even possible at this point.

He tugs your shirt down more and closes his eyes. His lips part, and you carefully guide your nipple to his mouth. You watch him the whole time, and even though you’re expecting the contact, his wet tongue still sends a shiver of pleasure through you. You draw back from his lips, letting out a soft pop. Xavier just waits, mouth open for you to come closer again.

Xavier breathes so gently as his tongue swirls across your now hard nipple before gently tugging on it. Your body arches against his, and you run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a satisfied noise, and you continue to hold him against you, breathing hard.

He gives you a meaningful look, as if to say a thank you, before his gaze turns back to your body. He eventually latches on fully, gently sucking your nipple. Seeing him so concentrated on you only drove you more insane. You tried looking absentmindedly at the tv that was now rerunning a random sitcom. The characters and plot were lost to you, distracted fully by Xavier and his mouth, so you turn back to him and close your eyes.

He hums softly as you gently caress his jawline, face and scalp.

Xavier increases the intensity, sucking harder and harder until you think you can’t take it anymore, to the point of squirming, before he pulls back again. You let out a moan before your body decides it wants more and your legs start squeezing around his thigh.

He takes a second to remove his hand, instead finding your lower back as he pulls your hips up on his thigh. The contact makes you moan and Xavier looks at you, lost in your eyes. He kisses you gently on the mouth. Gently but messily, mouth already slick from his own saliva, from sucking your skin.

“You taste so sweet, my love.”

Holding the back of his head, he goes back to sucking on your chest, leaving small blooms of colour in his wake. Small cute purple kisses trailing up to your neck and down to your rib cage.

That was when you knew you would be here on the couch all night, absolutely and entirely in Xavier’s hands and capable mouth, intent on worshipping you.

Breathlessly, you move against his leg. It provided just enough friction for your clit to be stimulated but it wasn’t enough. You move closer to him, reaching down your underwear, adjusting, before pressing against him again. You try to stifle the noise you make, being pressed against him fully, and your clit being that much more sensitive.

“Xavie?” You whisper, “what do you rate your dessert?”

You both lock eyes and laugh, indulging in a honest moment of intimacy.

“My star… you’re perfect. A ten out of ten.”

Xavier whispers into your ear what he plans to do with you tonight, words anything but innocent. It was steeped in a raw, mature need.

You let out a small whimper as he kisses your temple, before moving back to sucking your tits.

This was going to be a long night and you weren’t about to complain. Instead you cradle his head in your arms and close your eyes, giving in completely to his touch.

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Xavier

Standing in front of him, you trace his collarbones lightly, “Having fun, Star?”

You can’t help but grin, “Mhm, I am.”

Tilting his head down slightly, he gives you those particular eyes that make you weak—so weak. However, you refuse to fold under his gaze. “I can see that.”

You remain smug, “I bet you can...” Stepping around the chair and behind him, you drag a finger along his chest, “Not for long, though.”

“W-what? No, you can’t just—”

Gripping his traps, you lean in toward his ear, “Oh, but I’m going to. It’s your punishment.” Taking his arms back and behind the chair, you tie his wrists together. Not tight per se, but not loose either.

“Not letting me look at you is just cruel. Tie me up all you want, but don’t—” He’s silenced by the feeling of soft silk covering his eyes, “Ngh—mmm…”

“Shh, be a good boy, hm? You’ll still be able to feel, won’t you?”

His voice is a quiet whimper, “Y-yes…”

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Rafayel

Stuttering, he still wears a grin—a nervous one, but a grin nonetheless, “Cutie, this i-isn’t funny.”

Tying the rope around his wrists, you make sure it’s nice and tight, “Who said anything about funny, hm?”

“Y-you’re—you can’t just—”

You nip the shell of his ear, “I can. It’s punishment—payback.”

“Oh, come on! No one even saw that, cutie. No big deal, riiight?” He can hardly wait seconds before laughing to himself after speaking.

You tsk, “You’re a menace.” Gripping his jaw, you cock his head back, giving him a quick but harsh kiss, “Don’t you laugh to yourself.”

“I’m n-not—” He smirks, “I’m not, I swear.”

You let him lift his head back forward, “You just made this worse for yourself.”

In a sarcastic coo, “Oh no, I’m trembling. Do your worst, cutie.”

Standing behind him and holding the blindfold in front of him, you let the material dip and touch his confined and hardening cock, running it slowly up toward his chest, “Oh, I will, Raf.”

“Ngh—”

“I will.”

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Zayne

Once you’ve got his wrists tied behind his back, “Sweetheart, this hardly seems fair.”

Taking a moment to gawk at his bare chest and shoulders that somehow seem broader in this position, you slowly crawl onto his lap, leaning in close but keeping an intentional distance between your lips, “Oh, is it fair when you bend me over your lap at any given time?”

The smirk that plays on his lips is small—teasingly small, “Well…you like that. Ask for it, even.”

“Zayne! Ugh.” Changing your expression to a flirtatious one, you let your palms rest on his chest, wiggling your hips in the process, “Are you saying you don’t like where you find yourself, hm?”

Cocking his head to the side, “Hm, no…that’s not what I said.”

“Alright, then. Just—”

He interrupts, that same small smirk returning, “I’m curious to see how far my beloved darling will go.” Leaning forward what he’s able to attempt to get a kiss out of you, “Can you match my pace, I wonder.”

Smirking, you lean back, “Oh—oh. I’ll show you.” In your hand this whole time, you sit up further in his lap, weaving your hands behind his head to affix the blindfold. Once it’s tied, you lean in close to his ear, “I think I can supersede it, Zayne.”

“Shit—” He hardly ever—if never—curses; but when he does, it sets you ablaze.

“Mmhm... Now, keep still.”

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Sylus

Tying the rope around his wrists, Sylus refuses to stop engaging you, “Is this how you plan to enact your punishment, kitten?”

Your voice is flat in an attempt to maintain dominance, “Yep.”

“Mmm, you’ll have to try a little harder for it to be a proper punishment, then.”

“Oh, you fuckin’—” You tighten the short rope around his wrists with a final firm tug, “Hmph, just you wait.”

He chuckles, “Oh, sweetie—I’ve been waiting for this.”

“I’m sure you have.” Behind him still, you lean in to whisper in his ear, teasing the silk of the blindfold over his chest, “Be good…don’t move.”

When the blindfold touches his face, “You’ll hear zero objections from me, kitten.” It doesn’t matter that you’re not facing him, you can practically hear his smirk.

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Caleb

With his arms tied behind his back, his built chest heaves, already covered in hickies, “Y-you can’t be serious, pips…”

“Oh, but...I am.”

Stuttering and wiggling in his seat, “Y-yeah, but I didn’t mean to—”

“Does it look like I care?” When he doesn’t respond, “Hm?”

“No…”

“Exactly.” You step behind him, “Now, be a good boy while I use your cock.”

He swallows harshly, nodding, “Uh-huh…f-fuck—w-wait—wait—just untie me, at least, I’ll be good, promi—”

You interrupt, “I don’t think so.” Laying the blindfold forward over his eyes, “Do what you’re good at, why don’t you?”

“W-which is?” He whines after speaking when the blindfold is finally tied.

Stepping back around to face him, you free his cock from his briefs, “Sitting pretty with your cock out—duh.”

When your hand moves, “Oh, f-fuck me…”

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Valko

“Puppy, you’re not actually going to—”

You step behind him, “I am.”

“B-but—”

“No buts.” After speaking, you start to bind his wrists together.

“Hmph...” He chuckles once you’re nearly finished, “Always complain’ it’s too big. Just gonna do it all by your lil self, huh?”

“You—! Complaining!?”

“Ah! Ah—okay, okay—I didn’t mean—” you tighten the rope around his wrists as tight as you’re able—he can take it, “ngh!”

You lean over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, “You just made this worse.” As he huffs, you walk back around the chair to face him again.

Looking up at you with a satisfied grin, “Hah, mmm—maybe I made it better…”

“You—! Ugh, you’re so—” leaning down and in, you kiss him quickly, “mmm—cute.” You grip his chin and grin when his jaw clenches, “Be a good boy and sit still, yeah?”

“Yes, ma’am.” When you straddle his lap, “F-fuck… Whatever you say, angel.”