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Pouty Rafayel, who is refusing to look at you after you told him you'd be leaving for an artic mission, even though you had just come back from a two-week overseas deployment.

So you sit on his lap, placing soft pecks on his cheek, his nose, his furrowed browns and forehead... Saying "please" and begging with sweet words for him to just look at you for a bit – you missed him so much, huh? He should look just for a second, you wanted a kiss...

But he's adamant, not even touching you, sparing just one thigh for you to sit on, just one side of his face for you to kiss.

So you grind down, what else.

Your skirt wasn't doing a great job at hiding anything anyway and he probably felt you as soon as you sat down.

And the gasp Rafayel lets out matches the wide eyes that finally, finally, look back at you. So you kiss the furrow on his browns away, chuckling softly at his grumble when you embrace his neck, letting your pecks skim down the length of his throat.

Your hips create a sweet, consistent rhythm against the fabric of his pants, wetness seeping through your underwear, creating a stain you couldn't see, but could feel.

Rafayel gives up the tough facade, letting his hands press down your back and settle on your hips.

Gentle guidance, if anything.

He lets you ride his thigh slowly, lets you stay right at the middle, the highest part of the slope, lets his breathing match your rhythm, your moans.

Lets his head drop down, fit right between your neck and shoulder.

And with such gentle care, what else could you do but let yourself ride that feeling higher and higher?

Let your hips perk, your back arch, angle it just so you could rub that sweet sweet spot over and over.

His name spills from your lips, it matches the moans you can't hold.

Your underwear catches at his pants, so wet it lets you slide faster easily, precisely.

"feels good Raf" you tell him

So Rafayel whines back, muscles on his thigh twitching – and you let your own head drop, giving up the open kisses you had been trying hard to plant on his neck.

His voice guides you higher, you feel his chest rising fast against yours, his hands now gripping at the meat around your hips.

You feel too hot, to much, you want to cum, he feels so good against you.

"just cum" he grumbles against your neck.

So you do.

Your arms grip his back tighter, matching the lock your tights had against his leg.

The shaking of your hips can't be helped, neither the babbling of 'yes' and 'please' and 'good' as you ride your high.

Rafayel is going to have to forgive you for the state of his shirt.

Your body relaxes against him as that buzzing, fulfilled feeling washes over you.

That's when you notice, curiously, Rafayel's own erratic breathing. You look down, at the obvious wetness against the bulge on his pants

"oh"

"Not a word" Rafayel mumbles against your throat

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"every time" Xavier groans, bottoming out "I see myself inside of you" one gentle grind, pressing right against your deepest spot "I cant help but wonder..." pulling all the way out "... how can such a tiny thing" then all the way in "fit all of me" another gentle grind

you were sobbing "fuck, please..."

"do you not?" he asks, disregarding your plea and pulling back just enough to see the glistening trail you were leaving on him "I do" he answers himself

"look" but you can't, not with him pressing the head of his cock right /there/

he grinds back all the way in "my cock's splitting you open, love"

"oh, f..." you can't help the squeeze, your tights trembling with the effort. And yeah, he's right, Xavier's everywhere, "how...?" you feel dazed, you always do

he chuckles "right, that's what I'm asking"

"but it feels good, yeah?" he comes back up, forearms caging your pillow, nose brushing against yours

"'s good" you mumble back, and he lets the weight of his hips settle on you, slowing grinding down "so good" comes the involuntary whine

mouth open, you can only look at him

he drops his forehead, resting yet another part of him on you

like that, Xavier becomes your whole world, you can't see anything besides sky blue and red cheeks

you can't feel anything besides him either

"so good" he mimics, hips slowing pulling back, only to harshly slam down

your vision blurs "oh"

"so big" your nails grip his back

"mhn" he offers, repeating the motion, the weight of his body coming down bouncing you further up your pillow

but he's there, his arms don't let you go far, he's everywhere

"so good?" Xavier demands

"so good" you moan back, or at least you think you do, you don't really know

Xavier keeps the maddening pace, out slowly, but a harsh push down

you feel him inside and outside, you feel his damp hair on your forehead and his nose against yours, you feel him so deep, all around

"'m not all around" he chuckles "here" he grinds down "I'm here"

you can only whine, yes, he's there

"you gonna cum?" he coos "i can feel you, you're gonna cum"

one more slow drag out, then he's back, but this time he stays, pushing and pushing in, as if he could get any deeper

you throw your head back, because now he's just there

"come on" he whispers against your lips "I'm here, you can cum"

you're not sure if you let any sound out, your vision darkens, your thighs tremble, clasping against him, holding him tight against you

white spots dance in your eyes, your hips raising off the bed only to be met with solid muscle

you feel soft lips against your temple, trembling hands letting go of his back "there you go, good girl..."

"... one more, yeah?"

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"Zayne!' you cried out "Zayne, please"

You got a hum in response, low, distracted.

Cold fingers caressed down your tights, taking your underwear down and away with them. The last few rays of sunshine that managed to slip through the curtains weren't doing much to settle the shivers running down your spine.

"Zayne" you tried again, voice broken.

It had been a whole day, almost 8 hours of what you would classify as pure torture. A slight touch to your shoulders, a hand low on your back, a whisper too close to your ear, a chuckle so close to your throat you had felt the vibrations

Torture.

Above all, torture on a room full of people, important people, where you couldn't, /wouldn't/, try anything – no teasing back, no smart remarks.

How could you?

Zayne's hands were never fair. They were precise, methodical almost, and directed to what and where he wanted.

And, apparently, today /you/ had been their goal.

That is to say, Zayne had decided that teasing you for the best part of the day was a great course of action.

He'd chuckle at your pouts and hum at your shivers, which would leave you both angry and embarrassingly turned on.

The feeling of something wet brushing against your calf brought you back to your present situation. Belated, you realized those were your panties coming all the way down – soaked through

Zayne had you laid down on your bed, his eyes a dark hazel, mapping your body.

Letting your underwear fall down somewhere between him and the bed – Zayne's hands gently held your legs in place, index and thumb reaching around your calves like an expensive accessory.

"Zayne" you cried out the third time, hoping for some relief, or mercy.

You felt the cold tip of his nose brushing against your knee, and, looking down, you saw a soft kiss being left in its place.

"What do you need?" he finally asked, hazel eyes jumping from your face, to your tights, to your core

"Anything" you breathed "You"

"You have me"

"Then, more"

A chuckle, right against your inner thigh, the sound enough to make the fine hairs raise up, goosebumps forcing your muscle to contract

"I can't give you more of me, pretty, you already have it all"

You huffed. Impatience threatening to surface when he lowered his head, only to let his black hair brush against your belly, cold nose rubbing over the soft skin.

Threading your fingers through the offending locks, you gently moved his face to look up at you

"Open your mouth"

Zayne's eyes widened slightly, but you could see the subtle smile directed at you

"Is this how you want to play?"

"Tongue out" you directed, ignoring him

His expression darkened again, and you found yourself being watched by an almost predatory gaze

Zayne complied.

You groaned, pushing him back down to where you needed his mouth. You had been patient all day, letting him tease you however he wanted

It was only fair that you had it your way now

"Please" you begged, feeling the humid warmth of his mouth so close to you "Zayne"

But he didn't comply, he wouldn't, not today

"What's with the mean streak" you whined, letting your hands once again guide him to you, each one with a handful of his hair "Please", you pulled.

You prayed no one was nearby to hear the sound you let out when you finally felt his tongue against you

All day, you had been so wet, throwing curse after curse at your underwear, and /him/, every time you moved, wishing you had just a bit more friction, a bit more leverage.

And now you did.

"Oh, fuck, please Zayne" you couldn’t help your hips from moving up and down his face, rubbing yourself against the soft, warm tongue offered to you

"Please" you tried again, a bit desperate, because that wasn't enough, you needed more, you needed him.

"Zayne!" tears threatened to fall

He squeezed your calves, grouding you enough to look back down. You were met with piercing hazel eyes, the message clear 'tell me what you need'

"Ha" you swallowed. Of course, he had done this all day, why would he stop now?

"Please... Please make me come... Your tongue, your fingers, I'll take anything, so please, /please/..."

That seemed enough to appease the tease in him

Zayne moved his hands, squeezing the plush of your thighs to have your legs open wider, enough to fit over his shoulders.

Kissing the soft skin, Zayne pulled your body closer, letting his roaming hands settle above your thighs

Hearing the soft whine you let out, Zayne hummed, finally flattening his tongue over you and licking all the way up

"Oh, fuck"

"Exactly what we're doing" Zayne teased, stopping to press feather kisses to the junction of your tights

But that wasn't what you needed, what you had nicely asked for

So you let your hands fall back on his head, this time pulling with maybe too much force

"No...Get back, I asked nicely, Zayne"

He hummed, head tilted right to accomodate your grabbing, a lazy smile on his face "You did"

"Here" Zayne moved one of his hands, pressing a finger against your entrance "I'll give you your reward"

He pressed all the way in, curving his finger up and towards him without missing a beat

Your spine bowed as you cried out, hands losing their strength and releasing Zayne's hair

He gave you no time to process the feeling of his finger, quickly pushing another one inside.

Whatever curse you had ready to throw at him was quickly replaced by a long cry when he let his mouth fall back over you, sucking harshly at your clit with practiced precision

"H-ah! Zayne!"

You couldn't really think anymore, mind foggy with the pleasure you had been craving.

Zayne kept his fingers steady, choosing not to thrust but instead keep tapping them up against that sweet sweet spot he had mapped out inside of you

The rhythm of his fingers matched the one his lips created over your clit, sucking and then releasing each time he pressed up.

and with the tip of his tongue a constant pressure against you, your orgasm crept up fast

"Zayne! Zayne wait, too – ah! – too fast, that's too mu-hnng – too much! Za–"

He didn't bother to slow down, adjusting his rhythm slightly to accommodate the involuntary jerk of your hips.

The fogginess of your mind made everything feel deeper, stronger, his fingers, his lips, his tongue – the wet noises from his sucking and the low groans Zayne was letting out

"Oh, fuck, fuck, Zayne, I'm gonna come"

He nodded a yes, hooded eyes locking onto yours.

You tried to call out his name once more, but your voice was already gone – the only thing you could let out were fast pants that matched your heartbeat and Zayne's fingers

With one stronger press of his index inside you, your vision blacked out, hips shaking in his grasp.

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xavier doesn't fit, not really

he can fit the tip, that's it – your body says no to him going forward and then says no to him leaving

one of these days you two will end up stuck together and that's not the kind of situation you want to bring to the ER

it pisses you off

it's not for lack of trying, you've /tried/

and it's not for lack of prep, at least, you don't think so – your fingers fit, Xavier's fingers fit, your toys fit...

but between fingers, toys and that fucking weapon xavier carried around there was a difference, a big one

you're honestly starting to wonder if it's some sort of divine punishment – had you pissed off any gods recently?

and if it /is/ divine punishment, could Tara's tarot cards shoo heaven's wrath away?

"xavie" your voice rings around the room, beige walls echoing pleading whines and the sound of his fingers inside you

"xavier!"

he hums against your belly, one hand pressing down on it while the other stood still inside of you

he had taken that habit

instead of trusting in and out, xavier had learned he could simply /stay/ and rub the pad of his fingers over and over and over against that sweet spot inside of you

which, paired with his tumb going in circles around your clit, was heaven and hell, depending on the day

"yes, love?" is what you receive in response to another whine

"wanna cum" is all you can offer, brain mushy from over an hour of Xavier's undivided attention and care

"kiss?"

"no!" your hands tighten against his shoulders "cum"

"yeah, I can give you a kiss"

"/no/, Xavi– hmm" he kisses you anyway

with the change in angle he goes faster, pressing up against you with quick, deep taps

"come on" he whispers against your lips as yours legs start to shake "be good and cum for me"

he swallows your moans as you do

he doesn't let up, not really – fingers slowing down but still milking whatever was left of your orgasm

"please, I want you" you beg when lets go of your lips

"more?"

"no!" you are quick to grab his wrist "/you/, I want you"

xavier falters for a small second

"please"

"... you want to try again?"

"please" you whine when he moves to take his fingers out "I can take you"

"you don't have to"

"I want to"

"... alright"

xavier moves slowly, almost methodically, he grabs the bottle for more lube and takes off the hoodie he still had on

and you'd believe his composure, really!, if it weren't for the crimson of his ears, the heaviness of his breathing and the blatant tent on his briefs

when he finally pushes down the hem of his briefs you watch as his cock bobs free

xavier sure had made a mess of his underwear, his tip slick with himself, a small droplet rolling down on the underside

/fuck/ you wanted him so bad

you can't help the whine as you watch him squeeze a generous amount of lube along his length

and you can't help the flush that arrives at your cheeks when it twitches from your voice

"please" you try again, letting your feet rub against his legs

xavier slowly leans forward to hover above you, one of his hands moving down to rub soothing circles on your hips

"the rules?" he whispers, dropping his head to leave a peck on your shoulder

"I tell you if it hurts" – he nods – "I tell you if I want to stop" – another nod

"and?" xavier leaves another peck at your neck

"and I won't lie" grabbing his face, you pull him in for a proper kiss

distracted by his tongue, you gasp when you feel the weight of his tip against you

"okay?"

"come on"

xavier pushes forward and you feel yourself opening slowly to let him in

here's the issue: with your toys your knew the pressure would eventually subside, their bases usually thinner than their heads

but with xavier? you just had to open, open and open

"fuck" you whined

"that's the tip" he breathed against your temple, hands moving to the back of your tights to keep your legs spread

moving your hands to his waist, you pulled xavier towards you "keep going"

"breathe out" he instructed, and as you did, he pushed in a little bit more

"that's it" his voice sounded strained as you slowly took more of him "good girl... good jo-fuck–"

something inside you surrendered, or conquered, you weren't sure

with one more exhale, he was in – fully in

you couldn't help the curse

/how was he this big?/

"oh... fuck, you're tight" xavier whined, voice raising an octave, eyes screwed shut as you felt his fingers tremble against you

your body reacted on its own, squeezing slightly to try and measure just how big was the thing you had managed to fit inside yourself

"/dontdothat/"

so of course your body did it again

"I can't... gods, Xavier, I can't control it"

he lets go of your thighs to brace himself on the bed, hands threatening to rip your bedsheets as your legs fall open without his support

"every time..." xavier tried "/fuck/, every time you breathe, you squeeze down"

"not much I can do about that" you giggled, feeling a bit out of breath, the situation a bit absurd

"don't laugh" xavier moaned, head bobbing down to hide on your neck "I can feel everything"

you couldn't really help the solid laugh that starts to form on your throat

"/stop/" but xavier was laughing as well, arms shaking with the effort to keep himself from crushing you

"I–" another laugh, followed by a moan "I just... this is ridiculous, pffft–"

you both end up in a fit of giggles, Xavier's arms finally giving out as he squeezed your body to his

feeling his chest tremble against yours as he laughed, you fully relax, not thinking much before wrapping your legs around his hips

you were surprised with his moan

"wait, I –" but Xavier was already gone. You felt something hot spreading somewhere on your belly, belatedly realizing that, oh–

"did you... did you just cum?"

you tried to look at his face, but Xavier was too well hidden in your neck

you were met with a sweaty nape instead

"Xavie?"

You felt his pout as he squeezed you tighter, his cock twitching inside of you

"... I told you to stop laughing"

"Oh my god, /Xavier/"

"How about we forget about that?"

You giggled again, wrapping your arms around his head

"As if"

You felt his teeth nibbling your neck, giggles dying down to a shudder. Xavier was still hard

He moved up, sky blue eyes staring down at you as the pout you had felt showed itself

"... I can move now, right?"

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you're not sure what triggered it

could've been the nature documentary you both had watched before bed, which showed two hares trying their very best to repopulate a grassland somewhere up north

could've been the enthusiastic narration of how spring frenzy causes jackrabbits to throw hands before breeding

could've also been the constant repetition of the words "breeding" and "mating" and "instinctual attraction"

or, most likely, it could've been the gym shorts you had put on to fend off the intense summer heat, which left little (if anything) to the imagination

either way, you were not complaining

not that you could, really

Xavier had an issue with quickies – he didn't know how to do them. It was either marathon sex or nothing

and today was not a /nothing/ day

"xa-xavie, I can't... can't"

'hold myself up' is what you wanted to say

but your legs gave out first, the dull sound of your knees hitting the rug echoing around the living room while your hands tried to grab onto the couch in time

Xavier groans an impatient "no" as his cock slips out and soon his own knees are also on the floor, caging yours

like this, his body drapped easily over you – his chest on your back, pressing both of your bodies against the couch cushions, and his forehead on your nape

impatient hands try to hold your waist, but they keep slipping down thanks to the sweat covering both of your bodies

you hear a mumbled curse as Xavier lowers his hands, grabbing the fattest part above your hips like a handle and pulling your body towards him

you could only moan as he filled you again, quick, wet sounds, soon overpowering the cicadas and traffic from below

"Hah" Xavier's warm breath ghosts your nape "Fuck, no matter how much I fill you up you... ah, you keep sucking me in"

With a whine, your muscles contract on their own, hands holding the cushions tighter as Xavier’s thrusts force the couch forward

"See, /fuck/..."

"You keep doing /that/, I–" you feel a bite on your nape

'marked' your brain supplied, a bit delirious from the heat and maybe verging on exhaustion

"It's like you're trying to keep me inside" Xavier mumbles against your neck, chuckling as he feels your body shudder under his

"Yeah?" he thrusts harder, hands holding your hips with a grip strong enough to bruise "Is that it, love? You're trying to keep me inside?"

You nod a shaky yes, not really sure why, but the thought of keeping him snug inside of you felt right, perfect even

"/How cute/"

Xavier releases one side of your hips, arm coming up to hold your chest, forcing your spine to curve and pressing you impossibly closer to him

The new angle makes him reach deeper, and your hands fly out to hold onto his arm, nails digging on the skin so you wouldn't slip

You gasp when he thrusts again "you're... too deep" but, his rhythm doesn't falter, each thrust sending sparkles down your spine

"too deep, Xavier!"

he groans, satisfied "it's perfect, starlight" he drops his mouth to your ear "if I'm this deep, there's no way it won't catch"

Your toes curl, muscles contracting again and earning you another groan from Xavier, but his hips don't stutter

The living room is too warm. You can feel your hair sticking to your forehead and neck, Xavier's bodywash and shampoo overwhelming your senses

"/Please/" you whine

"Don't worry" Xavier mumbles against your face, voice an octave deeper "I'll make sure you're filled nice and round with me"

You squeeze him tighter, mind numb and completely packed with the feeling of his cock stretching you wide, time and time again, as deep as he could

Delirious, your brain urges you to take everything he gives you, to make sure whatever he leaves inside is kept there

"Nice and full" Xavier whispers "I'm going to knock you up"

"Yes! Please, yes, please, pl-"

"Yeah? You want me to knock you up?"

You frantically nod against his chest

"You want me to fuck a baby in you? So you can give me a pretty heir?"

You whine, yes, /yes/, you wanted that, you could do that, your body would be so good and give him his baby, as many as he wanted

"Please"

Xavier chuckles

"You're gonna be good and let me fuck your pretty little pussy until you're pregnant?"

"I... fuck, I'll be good, I promise, I'll-"

"You're already so tight" Xavier moans "Can you even take it?"

"/Please/"

"Then come for me" his hands squeeze you tigher, voice a low rumble

"Cum on my cock, then I'll give you what you want"

"Xav–" you didn’t even know why you were trying to protest

"/No/" he releases your hip, hand coming down to your ass in a harsh slap before he grabs you again "Be a good girl and let me feel you cumming on my cock"

Your orgasm creeps up on you fast, warmth spreading around your navel as you feel yourself clenching around him

"I–"

"That's it" Xavier whines "I can feel you, you're so close"

"/Please/"

"Come for me" he begs, hips jerking fast, hitting that perfect spot "Come for me, baby"

Your entire body shakes on his grasp as you come, white dots dancing behind your eyelids, belly muscles contracting involuntarily

You can hear Xavier behind you, face hidden on your nape as he praises you through it

"Good girl, good fucking job" he mumbles, hips still moving

"So good for me, fuck, you're so /fucking/ tight"

You can't talk, throat working through rough whines and head bobbing up and down as Xavier keeps the maddening pace he had set up

"I'll fill you up" he promises "I'm going to fuck my cum so deep inside of you it won't drip out"

Xavier moves both arms to hold you across your belly, caging your arms in as he gains leverage to do as he wants

"P-please" your voice finds you "Please, Xavier, please"

Nerves going haywire from overstimulation, you don't even realize you're still pulsating around him

"Yeah" he whines against your nape "I'll give you everything"

And so he does, hips jerking up once, twice more and then he stays, pushing the tip of his cock right against your cervix

You shudder as you feel his hot cum spreading around, belly twitching with each spurt

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Later that evening, you find yourself resting your head on Xavier’s chest, his fingers brushing through the wet strands of your hair while his other hand applied some ointment on your knees

'Bath and food' you had told him 'and an aspirin'

"So..." you started

"Knock me up, huh"

Xavier's ears turn an angry red, a pout coming to his lips as he looks back down at you

"... and who was begging me to fill her up?"

It's your turn to blush "Touche"

... You make a mental note to look up more documentaries on hares and artic bunnies

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"Pips, do you think you can... squirt?"

"... Caleb, I swear to fucking g–"

"No, no, listen. There's this article in the Women's Health magazine that says more than 60% of women can"

"So?"

"So... I was just wondering. You've never done that, but... Maybe you can?"

That's how this absurdity started.

Caleb had not been pushy about it. He asked once, you told him to make better use of his time, and he dropped the subject

Easy. End of the story.

Except now your brain couldn't stop bringing it up

Your thoughts, damned be, would pester you about it at... inconvenient times, to say the least

In the bath – when your shower head stuttered twice –, during a meeting – when staff started watering the plants outside –, in the /supermarket/ – with a red apple advertisement

So after a particularly stressful day, most of which you had spent in a children's water park trying to locate the source of an energy fluctuation – a /geyser/ because of course it had to be that –, you decide that enough is enough

You and Caleb were going to test it out

You were pretty sure of your choice. It couldn't be that hard to figure out, right? It's something you either could or couldn't do (or so the online forums had told you)

Now, though, you are asking yourself if you should've /maybe/ consulted a friend on the matter

After your third orgasm you were ready to accept defeat.

Were it not for the fact that Caleb was quickly bringing you into a fourth one, you'd probably have already kicked him from between your legs

"Can't– I, I can't, Caleb" but your cries didn't sound convincing

Legs shaking above his shoulders, you try your very best to hold on to the last thread of sanity you still possessed

Caleb's fingers were way too good, too precise. He had your body mapped out inside out – where it tickles, where it hurts and where it...

"Caleb!"

"That's me, princess"

"Caleb" you gasp for air, his thumb moving in agonizing slow circles around your clit

"Still me"

The sensation was overwhelming – heavenly every time the pad of his thumb pressed right above your clit and unsatisfying every time it pressed on the sides

Slow, precise circles that refused to brush over the spot where you needed them the most, instead moving slick, wet skin around, and around, and around...

"Nhg-leb"

"This one wasn't quite right"

Your body thrases in his hold, tears threatening to spill

"Caleb" you plead

He looks up at you, face pressed to one of your thighs, blush high on his cheeks, and pupils blows wide

"Three times, pips" his mouth curves on a lazy grin "You can be more patient than that"

You throw your head back on the sheets, feeling his thumb complete another round

"Wanna try somethin'" Caleb confesses to the curve of your legs, lips brushing against sensitive skin

"You've taken my fingers, mouth and cock, right?" he nibbles at the plush of fat right above your knee "Like a good girl, you took everything"

You can't help but shudder

You did, you took it all

Feeling his thumb stop and retreat, it's your turn to look down at him. You watch as he sucks the digit into his mouth

"Maybe... I'm giving you too much"

You frown, wasn't that the point?

Caleb leans down, grin widening as his eyes lids drop

"I think I should leave this buddy here" he places a warm peck at your clit "Alone for a bit"

Your hips twitch, heart beating faster from curiosity as you follow Caleb's hand. He releases your thigh and raises three fingers

"I'll give you these..." he stops "... and lube"

You chuckle, but your gaze turns predatory.

You hadn’t tried to come without touching your clit before, Caleb was too much of a service top to not touch you and it honestly felt way better to have him stimulating everything

Which meant that he was feeling as frustrated as you

Trying – and failing – to even your breath, you let your legs relax a bit more over his shoulders

"Do your worst"

"Unfair, pips" Caleb whines, but he already has all three fingers well coated in lube "I always do my best"

You close your eyes as he pushes the digits inside

To say you were already stretched would be an understatement, you had taken his cock a few minutes ago, your walls were nice and relaxed for him

At first, it's just his fingers going in to the last knuckle, a nice steady pressure, warming up your body again

But then Caleb curves all three, pushing all the away against your belly, right at that spongy spot his cock loved to bully

Your spine bows, hands gripping the sheets

"There you go" Caleb pulls back from that spot, only to push back in with slow steady pressure "Riiight here"

You moan out his name, feeling his fingers rub up against you in a maddening rhythm, not fast, not slow, just /constant/

He brings out his other hand to hold your hips still, whispering soft praises to the flesh of your left thigh

"See? You're such a good girl"

"You feel everything I give you, so pretty"

You shouldn't have complained about his thumb on your clit, not with how his fingers were rolling in waves inside of you

"You open up so easy for me" Caleb nibbles on your skin "You clench down every time, such a perfect pussy"

"Oh?" he chuckles when your hips quiver, legs threatening to close around his head

"Be good, pips... Should I go harder?"

But you can't answer, your overstimulated body bringing you way too fast towards your peak

"That's it, baby" Caleb rubs his fingers a bit more firmly

Somewhere on your mind, you register a pressure on your bladder, every tap of his fingers against your walls thundering up your navel

Unconsciously, you try to stop it, try to ground yourself enough to not ruin your sheets, to not–

"No" Caleb commands "Get back here"

You hips jump on his rhythm, you want to cum, you want to cum, /you want to cum/

"Let go, come on" Caleb bites down again, his free hand holding you strong enough to bruise "It's okay, cum for me"

Sweat pools down your spine, breath coming in quick puffs, eyes squeezed tight

"Be good and cum on my fingers, baby"

Another bite. You can't breathe.

Something snaps.

"Oh, fuck" you manage to cry

"Theeere you go" his fingers don't stop, loud squelchs fill the room "Good girl, good fucking job"

Relief washes over you, an orgasm stronger than any other numbs your body, warm vines spreading through your belly

You hear Caleb whispering "good fucking job" one more time, before the world turns black and you pass out

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Later that evening, you find yourself in a blanket cocoon as Caleb sets the washing machine to heavy-duty cicle, he whistles a popular song

"Caleb"

"Hm?"

"Don't you think... I could do it on your cock?"

Caleb chokes mid-whistle "... /gods/, a warning next time?"

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If anyone asked, you'd say you hadn’t done it on purpose.

This was one of those secrets you'd take to the grave, pinky promise, cross your heart, and whatever else was needed

No one could blame you for it

However... honestly? Mathias from Finances /had/ been trying to hit on you since he joined

And even though Mathias from Finance had negative chances to get a date, let alone take you to bed, he could, bless his soul, help you with your little plan

It just so happened to be the day Xavier was scheduled to leave a bit early

and you were scheduled to leave a bit late

It just so happened to be the project you had been working on with the Finances team

and it just so happened that Mathias was your primary contact

Coincidences, truly

And if you let Mathias touch your arm a bit longer than necessary while Xavier was looking

if you laughed a tad too much at Mathias' jokes whenever Xavier was close

if you wore one of Xavier’s favorite blouses and the skirt he loved

So what?

If it could get you /this/ Xavier, then who would dare blame you?

This Xavier, who had pouted all day but still had patiently waited for you at home

This Xavier, who had let you get inside and change out of your work clothes, all while his eyes stayed glued on you

This Xavier, who stayed put at the door of your shared bedroom up until you tried to put your pajama pants on

Who had, then, moved, reaching a hand to stop you from pulling the pants higher, and who ordered in a low voice

"Bend over the bed"

/This/ Xavier was a hidden treat

The kind of savory treat that would open you up with three unrelenting fingers, let you cum down his hand once, twice and then slap you ass red when your tried a third

/This/ Xavier would push your face down the sheets, uncaring for the make-up you still had on

This Xavier would whisper his most depraved fantasies on your ear

Of claiming you in the middle of Finances' run-down carpet, to let anyone and everyone know you were his

Of having you cum over and over and over on his cock, so you would forget any other name but his

This Xavier would ask you time and time again "Who fucks you better?" and "Who do you love more?" and pound you until the only answer you could give was "Xavier"

This Xavier would force you to look at his face, to cry out his name until your voice was barely a whisper

This Xavier would fill you up to his heart's content, pushing back anything that spilled, forcing you to keep it

This Xavier would leave you with red thighs and a spanked red ass, trying your best to hold inside way too much cum

This Xavier would eat you out until your body gave up from overstimulation, then fuck you once more for good measure

"Just to make sure everyone knows you're mine"

This Xavier was not the loving one you knew most days. He was not the gentle lover that you had married

/This/ Xavier was for special days, special occasions

And it just so happened you knew how to summon him on demand

But who could blame you, really?

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thinking about Xavier buying you a small vibrator, a tiny thing, round, and the size of his tumb

it's not that strong, exactly one vibration setting, turns on and off with a click

the first day you use it together, he discovers he dislikes the competition

it feels good, so good, having him inside with the toy pressed firmly against your clit

you tell him so, you moan his name, claw at his forearms, you whine praises and affirmations

and you're close, so close, your hips twitching, sweat pooling on you back against his sheets

you can feel it, that sweet high only Xavier can give you, you feel it as your breath quickens and falters, as your walls pulse and draw him in

you're /right there/, it's perfect, just perfect, you're /almost/

until you are not

"No!" you plead, hands scrambling to search for his, to find the tiny thing that had been so so nice to you "No, please, please"

but Xavier is quick to toss the toy "You don't need it"

"What?" your brain fights itself to process what he's telling you "I– I do!"

"No" his brows furrow, a pout setting on his lips "You don't"

Xavier is probably trying to make a rational point. You, however, are not

Desperate to not let the remnants of your high fade again, you're fast to push your own hands down, you need a few presses, just a few –

"Tsk"

Xavier stops you again. One hand holding both of your wrists, up and away from where you need them

You can't hold the sob as you thrash in his hold "No... No I wanna cum"

"You can cum" Xavier gives a small thrust to prove his point "I'm not stopping you"

"Xavier..."

You want to cry. Should you cry? Would that sweeten his jealousy?

But more than crying, you want to cum.

Your peak, so so close before, now ebbed on and off – your walls contracting on their own, with no rhythm whatsoever, but reminding you that Xavier was still /there/

Biting your lower lip, you decide to try again, "Xavie... Baby"

"No"

"Oh, please" you thrash in his hold, tears pooling on your lower eyelids "I want to cum, please, please–"

You feel Xavier's hold softening a bit "You /can/ cum" he repeats

You shake your head, "I can't"

"I can't, I need you" blinking, you feel a few tears roll down your cheeks, "Need you"

"Me?"

"You"

Xavier hesitates for a second, eyes following a droplet down to your neck

"Alright" he releases your hands, moving to brace his arms on both sides of your head "You have me"

With Xavier fully above you, you bring your left hand up to hold on to him, "Stay still" you instruct, before steading your feet on the sheets

Your breath picks up again as soon as you start moving, using your legs as leverage, you thrust against him

"Oh /fuck/, Xavier"

You roll your hips against him with each trust, burying his cock as deep as you can to make sure he hits that one spot right at the back that sends sparks down your spine

"So good"

Your head drops back against the sheets your thighs shaking with the workout

"So, /so good/", you roll your hips again, this time leaving him deep inside as you rub against his lower belly, a wet, glistening trail easing your movements

"'s perfect" you're bablling, high creeping up again, "So perfect, your cock–" your clit catches on his skin "/fuck/"

You're too lost rubbing and thrusting against him to notice the way Xavier is looking at you

With his arms caging you below his body and mouth open as he pants, Xavier's gaze is almost predatory, dangerous

He watches as you pleasure yourself with him, uses him just like a toy

A dangerous satisfaction consumes him

You look perfect just like that, taking what you need from him, using him, and nothing else, for your own pleasure

Because he is all you need

The way your cunt flutters around him is proof enough, so is the way you whine and pant and claw

He realizes as another cry cuts through you that you had gotten yourself lost in your own predicament

You couldn’t rub against his stomach /and/ thrust your hips, and choosing was proving to be difficult

"Touch yourself" Xavier commands "Make yourself cum"

Nodding fast and thankful for the clarity of an instruction, you do just that

You bring your right hand down, hastily rubbing at your clit while your legs burn, but don't fail to bring your body up against him

"Gonna cum, gonna c–, /oh fuck/, yes, yesyesyesy–"

You bury him inside one last time, his tip pressed snug right against your cervix, walls pulsing and milking him as your hand speeds up

Your left hand comes down to pinch and roll one of your nipples. Mind way too hazy to care about the animalistic way you were using him

Your thights close against him, your body shaking from the strength of your orgasm, hand pressing down right above your clit

You might have screamed, you're not sure, vision darkening as you shudder, wave after wave of pleasure cursing through you whenever your walls clamp down

When you open your eyes, you see Xavier watching you, eyes a pool of black, with barely any blue around his pupils

You notice his rugged breath and the veins popping on his arms

With a pant, you find your voice to tease him, "Enjoyed the show?"

You laugh as he curses

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Later that evening, Xavier scrubs your back in the tub, a smile on his lips even though he had to palm himself to finish

"You owe me" you tell him

Xavier hums "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You owe me an orgasm"

Xavier stops "But, you did..."

"I did"

"... but?"

"But they feel much better when you pound me into them. Chasing them myself is too much work"

Xavier stops his scrubbing, breath hitching slightly

"... We might have to test that theory"

You hum as you settle against his chest, a smirk on your lips

"We might"

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It's a very fair game. The rules are clearly set, and you both have decided on a fixed time slot: one day.

For one day, you agreed to "freely use" each other. Rafayel could initiate, you could initiate, and both of you could stop it. You also agreed on no touching yourself without the other, just to keep things fair.

"I'm not in the mood" or three taps.

Clear, easy to say, and easy to do.

Rafayel is excited, honestly, confident in his own libido, and – after an entire week without you around – in great need of his Ms. bodyguard's attention.

So when he wakes up with you pressing against him, ass rubbing right over his quickly hardening length, he feels ready, lucky, the luckiest lemurian alive.

He stays put. You initiated it, you had the power to steer it anyway you wanted to. He lets you rut against him for a while, providing something solid for you to press onto and letting out soft moans of encouragement.

He groans a little bit louder when you hook a leg over his waist and curve yourself into him, letting the warmth of your barely covered pussy rub more firmly against his boxers. Fuck, he may be hard, but you are already dripping.

Rafayel allows himself the treat of having his hand on your waist, then quickly adjusts that to your hips, feeling the way your body moves against him, letting his fingers dip into supple, warm and soft skin. He also allows himself to move his torso a bit closer, enough so he can be engulfed by the scent of your shampoo.

He must be pent up because he can feel himself getting closer, the way your waist moves to allow your hips to press against his is doing something to his self control.

Rafayel is not shy, he lets you know he is enjoying it, lets his voice match yours with short whimpers and heavy pants, lets his hand grip your flesh tighter, possessively. As he gets closer and closer, Rafayel also allows himself the pleasure of rutting against you, of matching each press of your warmth against him, of–

“Where are you going?”

Of nothing apparently.

Rafayel watches wide-eyed as you bring your leg down, then swiftly get up from the bed, hands patting your nightgown into place. “Not in the mood, Raf, sorry” is what you say before leaving towards the bathroom.

He is left there with a million interrogation marks and a very hard dick that he cannot touch.

During breakfast, you behave yourself.

Standing by the door, Rafayel is too stunned to try to initiate anything. Still fighting the urge to push his hands down his pants and finish what you had started, he lets his eyes follow you as you move around his kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his shirts.

He knows there's nothing underneath because you make sure to bend and stretch as much as you can, letting him see short glimpses of your cunt every time you reach for a bowl or plate. You're still wet. Or wet again, he doesn't really know.

He considers trying his luck. Maybe he had hallucinated the morning events, maybe you had humped him half asleep and really needed to pee.

He takes one step towards you, but you're quicker. Before his slippers can leave the floor again, you're already by his feet, knees on the cold kitchen floor, hands on your thighs and mouth open, waiting.

Half of his brain is stunned by the sequence of events. The other half, however, is sending his blood straight down to his dick, happily accepting such a kind, generous offer.

Rafayel lets his fingers undo the tie of his robe, cock half hard already. He takes in a breath as you move your head right away, pink tongue coming out to lick a short stripe over his balls.

When you start mouthing over his length, letting your spit cover him before sucking his head into your mouth, Rafayel is forcibly reminded he is nothing but a man. A man who wants to fuck his wife's mouth like he would a toy. A man who was denied a very deserved morning orgasm.

So he grabs your head, fingers tangling in your hair, lets you set the pace but keeps you there. He keens when you bring a hand up to massage his balls, tongue working deliciously over him – his pent up orgasm creeping up on him a bit too fast, but he doesn't care, he needs you, needs to–

Three taps.

Rafayel releases your head on instinct.

Once again, he is left wide-eyed and panting, cock standing hard and proud as you get up, using the sleeve of the shirt you're wearing to clean the spit around your mouth.

“Wait” he croaks, throat suddenly dry.

But you simply look up confused, gaze almost innocent. You had asked to stop.

Rafayel averts his eyes, guilty. Then mumbles a quiet “It's nothing”, hearing your steps as you move back towards the kitchen counters.

He understands your plan as the day progresses. And he is left powerless against it every time.

Before lunch, you find him laying on the couch, phone in hand as he grumbles about yet another exhibition Thomas was setting up. You gently move his hand away, then move yourself to hover over him, one leg on the floor and the on the couch, crossing his body right by his head.

Rafayel can only open his mouth as you sit on his face – wet, warm, his favorite meal. You work yourself over his tongue until he is grabbing a handful of your thighs, face flushed bright red, breathing uneven and hips twitching off the couch. Then, with a short “Not in the mood, baby”, you move your leg over and leave.

In the afternoon, you find him in his studio, sitting on the floor, hands holding a brush and a color palette. You kneel in front of him, undoing the zipper of his pants, before turning around, holding yourself on all fours and letting him watch, bewildered, as you lower yourself into him, his cock – mostly hard since breakfast – slipping inside easily.

You thrust back against him until Rafayel is panting, the brush on his hand making a loud cracking sound as he burns his way through it, too busy to mind his evol. “Oh, fuck” he groans, eyes following the way your ass bounces against his navel, seeing himself leaving the thight heat of your pussy followed by wet strings of slick.

“Fuck, cutie, yes, yes, yes–”

You look back to watch him throw his head back, veins on his neck popping as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Rafayel has almost convinced himself that this time you would see it through to the end when you stop moving. Slowly, you move forward until he slips out with a loud squelch, then you get back up, whispering “Guess I'm not in the mood” before leaving the studio.

From the hallway, you hear a loud curse, then a sound similar to a whimper.

During dinner, you choose a tamer path. After Rafayel brings two plates full of prawn linguine and sets them on the table, you slowly get up from your seat and strip. An innocent smile on your face as he chokes.

Carefully, you move over to his side, then settle back down on his lap, naked body pressing snugly against him. “I'll eat here” you smile, “But I'm not in the mood”

When you both head back to bed, Rafayel is ready to snap. He thought that surely after leading him through blue balling hell during the day, you'd finally use him properly at night. But no. You had kept a serene smile, showering with the door open for him to watch and changing into a softer shirt before going straight to bed.

So Rafayel is left wide awake, staring at the clock on the side table as it inches closer to midnight. One day, that had been your deal. Just twenty-four hours of “free use”.

As soon as the pointer reaches 12, Rafayel moves. Hands coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you awake, cutie?”

You give him a sleepy hum.

“Good” he moves to whisper against your ear “It's midnight”

When your eyebrows come together in question, one eye opening slowly to look at him, Rafayel is quick to add, “Means our deal is done”

Then, after a second, a low whisper, “So bend over.”

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Xavier doesn't always glow.

It's more of a momentum thing. A buttery bread here, some nice chocolate there, a few sprinkles of morning sex and leaving work early on a sunny day would most likely do the trick.

You'd look at him and, yup, tiny sparkles of light hovering around him. A telltale sign that he is satisfied, content.

That is to say, you always associated glowing Xavier with nice, pleasant things.

So when he arrives home after a three-day mission, hair trousled, clothes dirty and a bit torn, and he's glowing, you're more than a little surprised.

"Xavier?"

But he does not give you an answer. He closes the door of the bedroom and undoes the cravat of his hunter uniform, shortening the distance to the bed with a few quick strides.

With an oof, you receive him in your arms as he lets his entire weight settle on you, successfully pushing you back down on the sheets – he nuzzles your neck, burying his nose under your ear, and you notice Xavier smells of grass, sweat, and his shaving cream.

"Did you shave before coming home?"

He groans, pushing his arms under you to hold your body closer to his. Instead of answering, he brings his lips to your neck, rubbing his chin on your skin before gently sucking on it.

Goosebumps run down your nape and arms at the prickly feeling. Xavier hadn't shaved after all.

Without leaving the safety of your throat, he moves to push your legs up with his knees, leaving them hooked around his waist. Xavier hums triumphant as he manages to embrace your entire body.

You open your eyes to watch countless light particles surround you both, moving with what seems to be no pattern their light illuminate the dark bedroom.

"Xavie" you try again, bringing your arms around his back to stroke his hair. He hugs you tigher. "Xavie, you're glowing"

He hums again, bringing his nose up to nuzzle the back of your ears, "I missed you", he offers, voice low, tired.

Another shiver runs down your spine. With a whisper, you tell him, "I missed you too"

You feel his arms pressing your tigher, impossibly closer, and he groans satisfied when your own arms and legs pull him to you.

Surrounded by him, you allow your heartbeat to synch with his, breathing pattern slowing down to match Xavier’s. Somewhere inside your mind, you wish you could press even closer, somehow crawl under his skin, and rest comfortably against his heart, protected and safe.

A possessive feeling slowly grows from these thoughts, and, matched with an irrational dissatisfaction about having to be apart from your life partner for days, it makes you press your palms harder against the skin of his neck, to pull him closer with your legs.

Xavier groans again, surely a bit uncomfortable. He pushes his head up a bit to leave a kiss on your cheek, then whispers, "What is it?"

Looking down at him, you find yourself lost in a sky of blue, his eyes, eyelashes, and hair reflecting the soft glow of the light specks around him. You move to gently press your lips against his, feeling the way his slightly dry skin sticks to yours.

"Love you" you confess for what must be the thousandth time, letting your lips form the words against his.

His pupils dilate, still fixed on yours, and his eyelids drop as he answers you with a soft whine against your mouth. He gives you another peck, "Again"

"Love you"

One more kiss. "Again"

"Love you"

"Me?"

"You"

His mouth presses against you stronger this time, opening to suck on your bottom lip, then a bit more to let his tongue lick into your own.

It's your turn to groan against him, spine curving to adjust the angle of your kiss, letting him slide up against your body.

Your hands grab the back of his uniform, hastily pulling until the front buttons snap against your chest. You take this chance to shove your fingers down his back, moaning into his mouth as he keeps kissing you like he needs it to breathe.

You feel him pressing against you, the shorts you had worn to bed doing very little to suppress the heat of his hardening cock.

It's a sudden change of mood, but Xavier doesn't stop kissing you, barely adjusting his hands to have one bracing against the bed while the other squeezes your waist.

You can only whine against his mouth, lightheaded from the intensity of your need and the lack of oxygen. You let your nails run down the little skin of his back you had access to, hips coming up to roll against his.

He let's go of your lips to tug at his ruined vest, but you pull him back to you, legs locked on his back, "No... No, like this, just fuck me like this"

He makes a broken sound, coming down to kiss you again. "Need... mmhn, need to prep you, starlight"

You shake your head, "I'm ready"

Xavier looks at you skeptical, an eyebrown coming up to stare you down.

A feeling of desperation starts to fester, you need him. "Earlier. The toy you gave me. I missed you"

The particles of light multiply, Xavier's face growing a shade redder as he moans at your words, "Fuck. Good girl" his hand moves to undo the fly of his pants, "Good job, I'll fuck you nice and deep"

You whine, letting go of his back to push your shorts down your legs. Struggling to get it past your thighs, you watch as Xavier quickly pulls on it, the fabric snapping.

"I'll buy you ten more" he groans, body coming down to press against yours again, his hands gripping the sheets below. The heat of his now free cock presses sweetly against your cunt.

Nodding, you hook your legs on his back again, hands reaching into his hair. You pull hard at the strands when you feel the weight of his tip pressing against your hole, back bowing as he starts pushing inside.

"So tight" Xavier whines, but his hips don't stop, he feeds you his cock inch by torturous inch.

Your eyes roll back at the feeling, you missed him, you missed being split open by him, missed having his tip pressing up against that delicious spot right at the entrance, missed... "Missed you" you moan, "Missed you so much"

Xavier bottoms out, and your vision spins, the lights specks doing little to ground you. "So good, Xavie", you squeeze him, walls trying their best to coax him deeper, to let him destroy you in the best way.

He captures your lips again, pulling back until his tip catches on your entrance and then thrusting in with a deep, hard stroke. You can barely moan, panting against his mouth.

Xavier keeps that pace, almost all the way out, then forcefully in, knocking your air out with every thrust. As retaliation, you keep your grip on his hair, pulling his mouth back to yours whenever he comes up to breathe.

Soon, you're both panting against each other, sweaty skin rubbing together in a dirty symphony, the room filled with the sounds of your body opening for him time and time and time again.

Feeling that sweet high growing whenever his tip reaches the deepest part of you, you bite his lower lip, possessive feeling groaning prideful when it leaves a mark, "Inside", you tell him, "Fuck your cum deep inside"

Xavier whines, eyes dazed, the tiny sparkles around him going haywire, "Gonna... ah, fuck, gonna fill you up"

"Yeah" you nod, locking your ankles together behind his back "Full. Deep."

You watch as his eyes close shut, eyebrows pinching together and mouth hanging open, broken cries leaving his throat as he thrusts as deep as he can a few more times, before stilling his hips inside.

You cum at the feeling of his seed spreading inside you, walls spasming around him, muscles twitching on their own.

Amidst your stupor, Xavier kisses you again, swallowing any and all of your moans. Your eyes roll back, the last waves of your orgasm leaving you breathless.

Xavier slumps over you, exhaustion surely setting in. You notice a faint red glow in the room, light speckles gone.

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Rafayel cums a lot.

You find that out the first time you have sex. 'Might be a first-time thing,' you had thought, 'Maybe he was pent-up?'.

But to your surprise, he just... keeps cumming a lot. Every. Single. Time.

Quantity, to make it clear, as in 'he starts cumming and doesn't stop for almost a minute' and 'he ruined two of your favorite bedsheets'.

At first you're mostly... fascinated? It's one of those things that remind you just how non-human Rafayel could be, just like his scales on Ebb Day and his reaction to specific scents.

But after one or two tries of lemurian-sized cum you somehow find yourself... addicted? Horny as fuck?

It's depraved, really, the way he fills you up so much. Essentially filthy and messy and almost animalistic.

It's also really fucking hot.

And when you have him just like now, above you, thrusting fast and uncoordinated, babbling about how much he wants to cum, how good your pussy feels and how he wishes he could fuck you like this from morning to night, his load is the only thing you can wish for.

He keeps pushing his cock in and up, fucking your walls like he wants to make sure no place is left untouched, dragging his lenght on the way out, effectively bullying, over and over and over, that sweet spot a few inches in.

You can only hold onto his back for dear life, chanting his name like a prayer. Your legs bouncing up and down with each of his trusts, muscles putty from how long he has had you spread for him.

The noises of him fucking into you are loud, the strings of your fluids mixed with his own connecting your hips every time he pulls out, the wet slaps of his navel meeting yours echoing around the room. Even the hand that holds your waist up for him is wet, showcasing proof of how skilled his fingers could be.

It's heavenly, truly, the way friction is nonexistent, the way every rub is slippery, every thrust is drenched.

He hasn't cum, but his pre is almost as sticky, coming out consistently, ensuring, in what can only be evolutionary perfection, that the one he has chosen to mate with is ready, open and wet.

At some point, like you always do, you give up holding yourself back, you allow your body the insanity of orgasming on his cock time and time again, of barely reaching one high before he is grinding your pussy into another.

And when he does cum, with pleading words and blissed out eyes, you feel him finally thrusting as deep as he can, staying there, buried, as his cock twitches with every spurt, body shaking as he pulls your hips into his, leaves no room for anything to spill.

It spills anyway, your body not meant to hold so much inside, it runs down your ass and stains the sheets, and Rafayel makes sure to scoop what he can, thrusting his thumb in alongside his cock, dazedly telling you to keep it all in.

He holds you through his entire orgasm, hugging you close and whining sweetly every time his body draws up, releasing one more load for you.

It always ends with both of you exhausted, barely holding on. And every time he is the first to rise, to kiss your face countless times in thank you, to get up to find towels and start running the water for a bath.

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Xavier is somewhere.

You feel him, but that's something you always do. Having been partners for so long, Xavier’s presence is something you can sense from miles – you recognize his steps, his breathing, even his sneezes.

The protofield you're in is very stable, Xavier and you had patrolled the entire area a few times before, and were met with barely any disturbance. It appeared over 30 years ago – or so Xavier says –, a perfect mirror of a pinecone forest, the sky a constant dusk, never too bright and never too dark, with a permanent autumn weather.

After a few visits, you had learned that a few animals called this protofield home, having mapped a few dozen woodpeckers, four big families of squirrels and some deer. However, today, apparently, they were all keeping to themselves, hidden among the deep green foliage.

Fitting, if anything, given the nature of what was happening around them.

The sound of a twig breaking under your shoe makes your heart skip a beat and you're brought back to the present.

Right. You were here for a reason.

It was your idea, something you saw online on a forum, “5 ways to bring out a different side of your partner”. The first few suggestions didn't quite grasp your attention, but the last one surely did. A bold, slightly depraved idea, something that both of you could do well – a game of tag of sorts.

Sitting down to talk to Xavier about it, both of you had set out some ground rules. He demanded the location for it was this protofield, somewhere you wouldn't be interrupted and that both of you knew well enough to not risk getting lost. Whereas you had insisted he didn't hold back, you wanted it to be a fair and square chase, evol and all, you could take it.

What was left unsaid, however, was how much the idea turned both of you on – two hunters, for heaven's sake. Chasing, catching and conquering being the core of your professions.

Xavier's eyes had darkened the moment you mentioned it, whatever possessive gene he seemed to carry coming to life. And your own belly had been doing somersaults this past week, the thought of being hunted down by the most powerful evolver you knew stirring something inside of you.

Which takes you to the present.

Xavier had given you a head start of half an hour, which, looking back, didn't seem like a lot against someone who could teleport. But you had done well so far. By avoiding the main trails both of you had originally mapped, you had navigated yourself into a more secluded, closed off part of the forest. You just needed to last twenty more minutes, then you'd win.

Another twig snaps to your right and your body freezes. That wasn't from you. Blood rushes to your ears as you try your best to listen for anything else, survival instincts readying you to either fight or flight.

When nothing else happens, you let out a shaky breath. Xavier was a great tracker, but there was no way he'd find you this deep inside the forest, right?

You keep moving.

After five more minutes of a silent track down the woods, you find yourself in a small glade. The dusk sunlight should be comforting, but as soon as you step inside the open space, the hair at the back of your neck rises. Too late, you notice the small specks of light floating just above the ground – an evol booby trap.

The sound of leaves cracking under a boot sounds to your left and you run.

Xavier is quicker though, before you can cross the glade he appears in front of you, his body casting a shadow over yours while specks of light quickly fading around him.

Your body stops before you collide with him, breath coming in quick puffs while your heart thunders in your ears. You watch as he tilts his head, cold blue eyes fixed on you.

“Found you”

Your stomach drops, hands going cold as fear settles over you. Just now, Xavier's eyes had mapped over you just like he would a targeted prey, cold, calculating and precise. You knew this Xavier. You had seen him in action time and time again, from countless hours of hunting together.

Your feet move before you can rationalize the situation, turning you in the opposite direction and urging you to find an exit, quickly.

But you barely make it across the glade before Xavier teleports in front of you again, a few feet away this time. He takes a step forward as you recoil, “Where are you going?”

Instinct tells you to find another way out, so you do. You rush towards Xavier in an attempt to mislead him, before turning left and sprinting towards the nearest pine tree.

Watching the forest getting closer, you almost believe you will make it, but your body is sent flying before your fingers reach the first branch. Xavier tackles you with a gentleness that crashes with your fear, his arms hug your middle, rolling both of you down the grass, his hand cradling your head as you fall.

The world is still spinning when you come to a stop. You open your eyes to see Xavier’s body hovering over yours, arms caging your face, legs pinning yours to the ground. This close, you can smell his body wash and the fabric softener that you both share, as well as the distinct smell of broken leaves and pinecones.

“You done running?” Xavier whispers. Your eyes finally focus on his face, but it’s covered by a shadow, as his broad shoulders block the sky and the low light shines through silver hair, creating a halo around his face.

Instead of answering, you try to push him away, hands pressing against his chest, brain urging you to fight one last battle. Xavier is, however, notably stronger. Unmoving, he stares you down, letting you struggle against him.

When your hands find his neck, his reflexes are quicker, with a click of his tongue he moves out of the way. And his own hands come up to catch yours, pinning them to the ground in one swift movement.

“Your hands don't know how to play nice,” he states, face inching closer to yours, You feel his right hand spreading over both of your palms, fingers intertwining between them, “Nothing that can't be learned, though…”

You whimper when he frees his left hand and brings it down to caress your throat. Xavier hums at your reaction, fingers tracing an idle pattern against your skin while his eyes scan your face.

He lets his head drop lower, nose brushing against your cheek. “I will check in on you like this,” his right hand squeezes yours, “Squeeze back twice for an okay, yeah?”

Head still rushing with adrenaline, you squeeze his hand back two times, nuzzling his cheek back.

“Good girl.”

His other hand finds its way around your throat, fingers pushing against your pulse point, and you moan when you feel his teeth nibbling on your ear, arms struggling in his grasp.

“I caught you,” Xavier whispers, hand pressing tighter around your neck, “So you're mine to take. And mine to fuck.”

A shiver runs down your spine, heart speeding up again. Before you can react, you feel the hard press of his lips against yours, one bruising kiss before the hand that was around your throat comes up, fingers pressing against the muscles on your jaw, forcing it to open. Xavier tastes like a mix of pineapples and the saltiness of sweat, tongue rough against yours. He doesn't give you a chance to fight back before he takes control of your mouth, dictating the rhythm of your kiss.

You can do nothing but whine against his tongue, jaw hanging open for him to conquer. A moan leaves you when he sucks on your lower lip, teeth biting down on it until you taste blood. And your noises turn into small whimpers when his lips travel further down, tasting the skin of your neck. His hand follows, pressing until they cup one of your breasts, rough fingers scrunching your shirt, feeling you through your bra.

“Xavi‐ngh”, your moan is broken by the feeling of his teeth on you again, sucking a mark right below your ear.

“Perfect,” he groans, leaving another mark over your artery, “That's how you should say my name.”

You want to protest, to fight back against his cockiness and retake the control he now has, but the more he nibbles at your skin and the harder his fingers squeeze your chest, the less rational your brain becomes.

He pulls back to look at you and you're both panting, eyelids heavy. Looking up, you notice the way his face is flushed, small, almost invisible freckles popping out on the reddish skin. Above his head, small speckles of light hover around and you realise your partner is more turned on than you thought, his evol going haywire.

Eyes glued on yours and without releasing his grip on your wrists, Xavier hooks a finger on the first button of your shirt, pulling down until it snaps. He repeats the motion until your shirt is ruined, fabric hanging open and barely covering your chest.

You watch, shivering, as his eyes trail down, from the marks on your neck, to the swell of your breasts, then further down to your belly. Conscious of the way his eyes work over you, your wrists struggle against his grasp – “Xavie…”

“Don't,” he orders, blue eyes locking on you as he bends down to leave a kiss on your clavicle, “You’re also mine to look at.”

His hand travels further down to the zipper of your pants, and he undoes it quickly, fingers finding their way under your underwear.

“Ngh!” you struggle against him again, eyes widening at the sudden coolness of his hand.

Xavier clicks his tongue again, disapproving, and his right hand presses your wrists tighter against the grass, “What a fussy catch”

His hand cups you, fingers bending to press further in, “Ah,” Xavier chuckles and you flush redder, “You're drenched.”

You try pushing your thighs together, but his legs are still holding yours down, at your failed attempt to set free, Xavier laughs again.

“Look,” he presses his middle finger against your hole, “This? This is dripping and I have barely touched you.”

Whatever snark remark you have ready to throw back at him is interrupted by the palm of his hand pushing against your clit, a strangled sound comes out instead.

“Fussy, but cute catch,” Xavier whispers, letting his lips find your ear again, “And needy”, he brings another finger to press long circles against your hole while his hand follows the movement over you.

Molten hot heat flows down your spine and you find yourself moaning short, involuntary sounds in sync with him, hips trying – and failing – to thrust up to his palm.

Xavier chuckles again, his breath tickling your neck, “If I stop now, I wonder if you will rut against my hand? Hm? Like a dog in heat?”

Your moan echoes around the forest when he pushes one finger slightly inside you, barely reaching his first knuckle.

“Or… Will you beg me to touch you? Pretty lips moaning my name hoping I'll give in?”

His finger presses deeper, pushing up against that first ring of muscle, and your vision swims, “Ngh-please, please…”

“The latter, then.”

Xavier retreats his finger, bringing it up to rub wet circles against your clit.

“Ah!”

“Shh–,” he says, lips brushing against the column of your neck, “Even if you beg… I will break you my way.”

With another kiss to your skin, Xavier changes his movement to short taps over your clit, smiling against you when he feels the small bucks of your hips.

“Yeah,” Xavier hums, “You like this, and…” he stops and presses down right above your clit, “This too”.

You thrash against him, trying to get his hand moving again, but Xavier only holds you tighter.

“But… What you like the most is…” his fingers slide down, one digit slipping inside of you, “When I tease this cute little hole.”

He curves that finger and your eyes roll back, hips trembling around him, “Oh, fuck…”

“Hmm…”, Xavier chuckles, “Here, a few inches in… And if I rub slowly…”

You clench around him, muscles on your belly contracting.

“You do that,” he smiles, bringing another finger to join the first, “So pretty.”

You feel dizzy, trapped below him and with his fingers rutting maddening slow inside of you – ‘It's torture’, you think, ‘how well he knows my body’.

Another loud moan escapes your throat when he starts thrusting, hand barely moving thanks to the barrier of your pants, but with just enough room to make sure his curved digits would drag against that sweet spot on their way out.

Every time his fingers plunge back inside of you, Xavier lets his palm push against your mound and you can feel the way your body opens up to him, thoughts vanishing from his touch.

“Such a sweet hole,” he moans, head coming up to stare at you, “All mine to take.”

Your body thrashes on his hold again, legs trying to close around his hand, to keep him there, but his own legs are stronger, keeping you pinned. Xavier doesn't falter, fingers setting a rhythm inside of you.

“Xa-ngh, Xavie! Xavier!”, your eyes close, head falling on the soft grass.

You start hearing the wet noises of his fingers pushing against you, the smack of his palm against your clit from the way you're leaking slick, and heat pools low on your belly.

“Aw,” he coos, “You're going to come.”

Mindless, you nod, clenching around him at every pull back.

“Go on,” he whispers, “Show me you can be good and cum on my fingers.”

You want to. You want to show him you can be good, that you can do what he is asking of you.

With the little room you have for movement, you thrust shallowly against his fingers, matching each pull out with a curve of your back. Your breath quickens, fast pants coming in time with his hand.

“Gonna… Xavie‐ah!, gonna cum, gonna c‐”

He nods, keeping his pace, eyes focused on your face. Your orgasm reaches you and your vision goes white, neck curving back against the ground. Your bound legs shake under him, hips giving short, aborted thrusts around his fingers, walls clenching almost painfully.

You expect your high to decrease, but Xavier keeps thrusting his fingers, moving his thumb to your clit, making you scream, “Again. You're doing that for me again.”

You fail to form a coherent thought, body descending into helpless overstimulation, looking back at him, you shake your head, eyes going wide, “Can't… Can't”

“You can,” Xavier grunts, using his legs to spread yours wider. He lets his thumb rub fast circles around your clit and stops thrusting his fingers, going back to deep, constant taps against that spot, “I want you to, so you will.”

You keep shaking short negatives with your head, but your belly starts contacting again, bringing you into another fast-approaching orgasm. Amidst your cries, you feel his right hand squeezing yours, and you're fast to give two squeezes back.

Reassured, Xavier leans down to kiss you, the change in angle leaving you lightheaded, mouth hanging open for him to use.

You feel his lips closing around your tongue and sucking, and that does it for you – stars dance below your eyelids, your back curves against his body, you're cumming again.

“Good girl,” Xavier pants against your lips, “Good fucking girl.”

Your heartbeat thunders against your ears and you can feel yourself pulsing around him, wetness dripping down onto his palm.

Xavier lets you ride your high into that buzzing feeling, fingers retreating together with his hold on your wrists.

You watch, heavy lidded, as he brings his digits to his mouth, moaning sinfully at your taste.

“We're not done,” Xavier mumbles, “I need to throughoutly enjoy my prize…”

Chapter Text

It's an awkward situation. Truly.

This mission was supposed to be quick, easy.

Get inside the cave, find the grade S protocore, beat up some Wanderers, leave.

Xavier and you had gotten inside the cave and the S grade protocore was safely tucked inside his pocket. The Wanderers, however...

"I didn't know Wanderers could transform into vines," you mumble, face forcefully pressed against Xavier's chest.

"I... don't think they transformed," he whispers, breath fanning against the crown of your head, "I think they are the vines."

You sigh, "Same thing."

The muscles on your calves contract, instinct telling you to fight off the vines that had wrapped themselves around your body. But you can't.

It had taken you a few seconds of panicked resistance after they had started sprouting from the floor and crawling up you body for you to learn that they'd only grow thicker the more you fought against them.

Staying still and evening your breathing seemed to be the only way for them to, slowly, but steadily shrink away.

And you would have stayed still and waited patiently for them to diminish, had they not glued you to your mission partner.

Right now, with your legs spread around Xavier’s, knees and calves forcefully bound to the floor and arms pulled behing your back, you were seriously considering fighting the vines until they squeezed all air out of you.

Passing out seemed to be a less shameful option that having your pussy pressed against your coworkers very much hard cock, inside a dark cave, with bioluminescent vines and butterflies for company.

Xavier was as tightly bound as you, he stepped in to help and ended up being punished with a vine around his neck and other two against his wrists, pinning him against a cave wall.

You try to even your breathing, but your body is more interested in redirecting all blood flow downwards, right were both of you were awkwardly connected.

Xavier tries to clear his throat, but with the vine around it, the sound resembles a groan.

Neither of you want to address the elephant in the room.

You'd ask him why the fuck is he hard, but that would be the pot calling the kettle back, given that your own panties are clearly soaked through, and he can surely feel the wet moisture against his uniform.

It's not your fault.

... Well it kind of is, but who could blame you? You were tightly pressed against the one guy who you had had a crush on for months. And not only did he smell great, but he was also deliciously hard below you.

Xavier tries to clean his throat again and the vines contract in protest. He ends up groaning instead, a low sound of discomfort that honestly should not be so fucking hot.

But it was. And a shiver runs down your spine, muscles on your thighs trying to squeeze them together, only to be stopped by the unforgiving vines.

It's your turn to let out a frustrated groan. And it turns into a gasp of surprise when Xavier's hips jump up.

"Sorry," he whispers, voice strained, "I'm sorry."

"... Are you apologizing for moving or for humping me?" you ask, brain starting to overheat from all the pent up arousal.

"... Both."

"Right."

Silence follows. You can feel and hear Xavier's heart as it thunders against his ribcage, you own heart following the same routine.

The air grows thicker by the second, and you're not sure if its thanks to the raising temperature of the cave or just the result of two horny adults stuck so close together.

Xavier feels so big below you, and if he moved just a little bit he'd be pressing right where you needed him... Your head spins.

"Xavier," you break the silence, and he grunts back what sounds like a 'what'. "Want to... help each other out?"

Xavier sucks in a breath, almost as if he can't believe what he's hearing.

"Help... each other?"

"I really need to cum," you confess, cheeks burning a bright red. "You seem like you need it too."

Xavier moans, and you hear the dull sound of his head falling back against the cave's wall.

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure.”

There's another pause while Xavier seems to be fighting his own demons, before he breathes out. You feel his feet kicking the rocky soil below you before his belly contracts against you.

“Fuck it” Xavier mumbles, and then he thrusts up.

Your eyes roll back. The skirt of your uniform was great for combat, but in this position? Your most vulnerable part was completely exposed, your cotton panties being the only fabric covering you.

You thank mentally whoever designed the hunter's male uniform pants, the fabric elastic and stretchy to allow for easy kicks. Right now, however, its stretchiness was what allowed you to feel Xavier’s cock against you so well, so perfectly.

You can only moan when he thrusts up again, and again, and again… The seam of his pants rubbed just right against the front of your underwear, pressing right on the hood of your clit, then further up with each of Xavier’s thrusts.

Panting against his chest, you try to curve your back to adjust the angle, but it only makes him rut further away from where you wanted it. With a whine, you correct your course, curving so that you were pressing into him instead.

The new angle makes your vision blur. With each thrust, Xavier was now pressing all the from your clit to your hole, his hard length providing a solid surface for your pussy to rub against.

Xavier is also panting above you, chest raising fast under your cheek, the heat of his body adding to the sweat that was already forming in your forehead.

You want to touch him. You want to hold onto his chest and ride his clothed cock until he is whimpering below you. You want to kiss him and confess your feelings. You want to cum.

“Xavier,” you moan, eyes closing so you can concentrate on the feeling of him against you.

“Don't– ah, don't say my name like that,” Xavier groans, voice rough, “I can't fuck you how I want to right now.”

You whimper against his chest, hips trying their best to match his pace, to rut against him faster, harder.

Your arms protest against the vines, and you feel them growing thicker around you, pinning you more forcefully against Xavier.

The sound of his cock rubbing over and over against your wet cunt echoes around the cave, slick pooling on your underwear and creating noisy squelches every time he presses on your hole.

Your mouth hangs open above his uniform, and you're probably staining the white fabric with drool, but you can't bring yourself to care.

“Xavier… Xavier…”

“Ah… I told you… To not moan my name so sweetly”

You don't care. You don't care. He's the one humping you. He's the one making your body burn this hot. He's…

“So good,” you pant, “So good Xavie, it's perfect”

His breath quickens below you, and you feel his chest contracting.

“‘s good?”

“So good,” you nod against him, mind focused on getting off, “You're gonna make me cum.”

Xavier moans, keeping his pace. He's sweating and the scent of his body wash and shaving cream is the only thing you can register. Your pussy contracts painfully – fuck, you want him inside of you. You want him to fuck you silly. Until the only thing you can remember is his name.

“Xa-Xavier… Xavier”

“Take what you need,” he pants through gritted teeth, “Use me. Make yourself feel good, starlight.”

Your toes curl inside your boots, muscles on your leg cramping from trying to squeeze around him.

You tug against the vines binding your arms again, hips rutting messily on him.

“Cum… Gonna cum, Xavie, gonna–”

You bite his uniform as your body shakes above him, pussy pressing down on his cock. Your eyes roll back and you hear Xavier cursing through your whimpers. That tips you over the edge, orgasm pulsing through you while you moan out his name.

Below you, Xavier's body tenses up and he gives a few more uncoordinated thrusts before you feel his own orgasm take over him.

Your body slumps over his, breath erratic and heart pounding on your chest. Your vision is still swimming from the intensity of your workout and you can only sigh, content, when you feel Xavier’s chin resting on your head, puffs of air heating up your scalp.

“Rest,” Xavier whispers, “I'll wake you up when the vines let up.”