I pull him upright and he leans his back against my front, head tipped back, sobbing behind my hand while he clamps. Thrusts gone shallow, I’m bucking into him, holding the shelf to keep us upright while his dick shoots streams of cum… On the books.
Fuck, I feel bad.
But I also don’t really care because I’m coming too.
“Uhh…yes… Baby… flame,fuck, yesss…”
“Mmm mm mm,” he mumbles behind my hand.
“I am. I’m… c-coming in you.”
Shuddering, shaking and falling to pieces, I flood his body with hot pulses. Collapsing into him, we both fall forward into the shelf, sputtering and whimpering and just… dying.
Coming to death.
“Way… too loud,” I gasp, my hand sliding off his mouth.
I’m pretty sure someone is close, and we’re about to get in tons of trouble. But I can’t find it in myself to care.
I’m fuzzy and calm, and happy. Insomuch love.
I’m sure whoever catches us humping like wild animals in a library will see that.
“Baby,” I breathe and kiss his neck a few times before straightening up. “We gotta go.”
“Hmmm…whaa?” Ren is practically comatose.
It’s adorable, but I’m shaking him, because I really think someone is about to stumble over here and I’d rather not be in this exact position when it happens.
Mainly because we’re visibly fornicating and there’s cum on the damn books.
I smack him on the ass. “I’m gonna pull out.”
“No… stay.” He grips my arm, and I huff.
“Babe, we’re not at home. We’re in the library, and I don’t go here anymore, and I’m a hundred percent positive it’d still be illegal even if I did, and Ireallydon’t want to have to call Tauren to bail us out—”
“Alright, alright. Calm down, Señor Worrypants,” he gripes. “Sheesh, that one wore off fast.”
I can’t help snickering as I pull out and he fidgets around, yanking his pants up while I do the same.
“There’s a bathroom over there.”
“Good. I’m gonna need that.”
I hum again, but when he turns around, I pin him to the shelf. This time, gazing at his beautiful, flushed post-orgasm face.
“I love you… more than I can even begin to fathom…” I take his face in my hands. “You’re it, Warren. Forever, you’re just… all of it.”
I witness him swallow, eyes alit and shimmering blue wonder. His lips are curved into a shy smile, but there’s a blushof rare vulnerability on his face. I love it so damn much, because it reminds me that he’s… normal.
Not the way other people are, obviously, but still. He’s not a god, despite the way he looks, or a supervillain, despite the way he acts.
It’s easy to see Warren Xavier as something larger than life, but moments like these give him away. He’s just a man, albeit a gorgeous, sexy, perfectly damaged one. But he’s arealman, and he’smine.
Not an arsonist, or a liar, or a slut… Not a prisoner.
He’smyman.The one I’m going to marry someday.
