“As long as you promise you won’t run away,” he answers.
His throat bobs in a swallow that betrays the nerves he’s hiding, and it makes me wonder what lies behind those smiles and easy laughs he wears like armor.
“I promise,” I whisper, releasing his hand to wrap my arm around his neck, fingers threading into his hair. My heart thuds wildly as I guide him forward, but I don’t have to coax him. He comes willingly, closing the distance with a quiet exhale.
Our kiss is more urgent now that we’re behind the privacy of these walls, and months of tension break free. His arms circle my waist, hauling me flush against him, while his fingers slide under my shirt to brush the bare skin underneath.
Fingertips dance along my lower back in light, teasing trails before his hand snakes up my spine. Palms press flat against my back, pulling me impossibly closer as our mouths open wider. The kiss turns hungry, and Xeni forms a pleased hum that vibrates against my tongue as it meets his.
I shouldn’t be so greedy with him. I should give him time to warm up to this idea of us together, but it’s like I’m bound by some invisible rope that coils tighter around us with every breath. The pull is magnetic, and draws me in until there’s no space left for anything but his mouth on mine.
“Dinner’s going to get cold,” he murmurs against my lips, but his nails dig into my back with a sharp edge of desperation that only fuels my own.
“Yeah,” I agree on a ragged breath, barely able to focus as heat pools low in my belly, my cock starting to harden against him with a dull, throbbing ache. “And the movie is going to start without us.”
“It is,” he mumbles, lips trailing hot across my jawline in a path of open-mouthed kisses that make my knees weak. My hips jut forward involuntarily to grind against him, and a deepchuckle rumbles from his chest as his fingers dance lower. They explore the waistband of my jeans before taking a teasing dip underneath, brushing bare skin that’s never felt so alive.
His name leaves me in a quiet, pleading moan, and I tilt my chin high as he sucks a path along my neck. Teeth graze just enough to spark fire under my skin, and the burn breaks my hands free from their frozen spot at his neck. They coast down his back with growing boldness as muscles flex and pop under my palms.
Emboldened by his reaction, I trace along his hipbone. My fingers dip under fabric to the warmth of his skin, then move to his stomach, mapping the lean lines I’ve dreamed about for too long.
“Please?” he whispers, and it makes me shiver from head to toe. He pulls back, breathless with the same raw need coursing through me.
I tease the smooth skin underneath his navel. “You’re going to ruin me before we even get started,” I murmur.
Xeni has always had an unflappable air about him, like he’s unaffected by everything, but not right now. He whimpers as his eyes close, his head tilts upward with his lips sagging open, and as my fingers dip into his pants, he whines.
He fists my hair and guides my mouth back to his as we move towards the bed. My legs hit the edge of the mattress, and I drag him into my lap as I sit. We kiss like this for a few minutes, until we’re both on fire and can’t wait any longer. Xeni gasps as I spin us and drop him on his back.
He’s beautiful there. Hair sprawled underneath him, eyes heavy and hooded, and chest heaving with his lips bitten between his teeth. His knees part, and my gaze drops to the bulge hidden under his sweatpants. I cup him through the fabric, and he bucks against my hand.
Frantic for more, my fingers curl around his pants and underwear, and I tug to expose the creamy skin of his abdomen.
“Wait,” he rasps, and I freeze. “I’m not like you.” His eyes land on mine, unguarded and uncertain.
“I know you aren’t," I say softly, waiting on his permission to move. "That doesn’t matter. I’ll learn.”
A tiny smile slips onto his lips. “Yeah, I know you will.”
“Show me what you like," I say. "Let me study.”
That tiny smile spreads into one that digs into his cheeks, and he nods as he takes my wrist and guides it into his pants.
Long and slender, his cock is slick as I wrap my fingers around it. He moans quietly as he gives a few gentle rocks of his hips.
“Lower,” he murmurs as he guides my hand to the base where an opening seems to be the source of his self-lubrication. Another whispered moan rings through the room as I drag my fingertips through it.
“Push them inside me,” he whispers, spreading his knees further.
I sink two fingers into his heat as his stomach muscles tighten. His cock retracts into his opening and tucks itself away into his body. Slick coats my fingers as I press them into him, exploring his dips and curves and cataloguing his reactions. His thighs tense and his hips flex, and he seems to lose control as his cock extends again.
“Fuck, Xeni,” I mutter as I pull back long enough to slide his pants off.
Eyes closed and spine arched, his head digs into the pillow, and I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as the pink flush on his cheeks. The mattress dips as I drop beside him and wrap my hand around his cock.
“Is this too fast?” he asks, even as he thrusts into the cage of my fingers. “Do you… should we slow down?”
“Do you want to slow down?” My voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard. Two years of pent-up attraction have made me nearly rabid, but if he tells me to stop, I’ll stop.
