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Nepenthe
[ni-pen-thee], noun; anything that produces sleep, forgetfulness, or pleasurable dreaminess.
“I'm going to have to ask you to stop, you really are drunk.”
Drunk he says…
The room is dim, only the light from the entryway pours in, casting shadows on the opposite wall from where you sit on the nightstand. The city is quiet, not even the hum of bustling robots and flying banners can be heard. It emphasizes the silent tension in the room, though you seem to be the only one who notices it.
‘He's oblivious,’ you think; he doesn't even realize the mood he's setting. Drunk, he says…
“I'm not drunk,” you say, though the slight hiccup at the end contradicts the statement, making you frown. Xavier smiles somberly, shaking his head and before he can rebuttal you place your fingertips over his lips. “I mean, I'm not drunk enough to not know what I'm doing,” you pause, adjusting your hand to trace his lips with your thumb, “or what I want.” He licks his tongue out to wet his lips, probably on instinct and your eyes follow the movement, your own tongue mimicking the action. You hold his gaze, fingers playing under his chin while he searches your face for clarity, reason, and perhaps doubt.
Defeated, a sigh escapes him and he leans forward, resting his head on your shoulder. “Are you sure you don't want to go to bed?” He asks quietly, as if speaking too loud will break the dreamy haze.
You can’t help yourself- hands creep up his arms, feeling the taut muscles under his dress shirt, something you’ve been aching to do all night. “I'm not sleepy,” you say, tracing your fingers on the exposed skin peeking out from his shirt. “Are you?”
“I've never been more awake.” He replies almost too quickly, placing his hands on your sides, lips grazing your ear. His voice is soft, husky and you grip the back of his shirt, pulling him close. “Is it getting light outside?”
Midnight blue colors the night sky, and stars like diamonds are scattered across the veil. In the distance there’s a faint line on the horizon though the city still sleeps. “We can’t delay the sunrise but,” he starts, then drops a light kiss to your shoulder, “we can make the night a little darker.”
Then, with a flicker of sparkling light in your peripheral, the door closes and you are plunged into darkness with the dim city lights as the only form of illumination. You don’t have time to question it before Xavier’s mouth is on yours. The first kiss is soft, hesitant, as if he’s not quite sure; you wonder if he’s inexperienced with the way he tentatively grazes your lips with his. Gradually he applies more pressure, and moments later when you part your legs to allow him closer you realize that is not the case.
Like he’s suddenly convinced you won’t break he deepens the kiss- taking advantage of your parted lips, tongue playing along yours as he rubs circles on the inside of your thighs with his thumbs. He nips, licks and sucks, tasting your mouth in ways that leave you gasping for air. A muffled moan, either from him or you there’s no telling, interrupts his concentration and he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. Your breaths mingle together, taking in the same air. His hand creeps further, fingers sliding under the hem of your dress, and dangerously close to the pooling wetness between your legs. You gasp, whimpering at the light touch. “Do you like it?”
Now he sounds drunk, and the pink color in his cheeks as if he’s had one too many lures you to place soft pecks along his skin. “I love it,” you say, scooting close to the edge of the nightstand you were sitting on, reducing the space between your bodies.
Breathlessly, he kisses along your jaw. “What do I have to do, if I want to hear that sound again?”
“Touch me more,” you say, crashing your lips to his. It’s all he needs to resume his prior exploration. His hands are everywhere, touching any bit of skin they can find while his mouth devours yours. You soak it in; big hands roaming over your body, the moan he makes when your tongue strokes against his just right and god does he smell good, it’s enough to drive you crazy.
A light touch tickles your back as Xavier's fingers find the zipper to your dress, undoing the fastening. The material falls away from you, slipping down to gather at your waist. You slide his shirt off his shoulders, running your fingers down his chest again, over smooth ridges of faint scars and enjoying the way his abs quiver at your touch. With a quiet snap your bra unclasps, the slack of your breasts noticeable without the support, before it's peeled away joining other pieces of clothing on the floor. You don't miss Xavier's intake of air, the way he bites his lip, eyes focused on your exposed skin. Like electricity shooting through your bones, you gasp when the pad of his thumb grazes your nipple.
Suddenly he picks you up, your dress slipping down and away as a small noise of surprise escapes you, before he sets you down on his bed. A silent question hangs on your lips as you stare at his flushed face.
“I thought, here might be better… and more comfortable,” he answers, leaning down onto his forearms, avoiding your gaze. Taking his face between your hands you kiss him again, relishing the way he enthusiastically moves his lips against yours. Your hands roam his back, feeling his muscles flex with the effort to hold his weight off you. A wandering hand slides up your hip and beyond finding purchase on your breast, your sigh swallowed by kiss-swollen lips. Again that thumb toys with your nipple, rubbing dizzying circles on the hardened peak. Dropping his head to your skin, his kisses travel down to lavish the other erect nipple with his mouth. A myriad of noises flow from your lips, Xavier's name mixed in, and an unrestrained cry when he nips the hard mound. Greedy, you pull his hair to bring his lips back to yours and wrap your legs around his form; wanting no space between your bodies you arch up your back, hips rolling on instinct to find some friction.
He is equally as starved as you are, grinding the tent in his pants into you and matching your pace, moaning into your mouth. Finally getting stimulation where you want it, you encourage more from your lover and he grips your waist, rubbing against you harder. His hands are on your breasts again, pinching and pulling your nipples, he swivels his hips in circles- and if he continued you were sure to orgasm right then and there.
The feeling was mutual, Xavier slowing down and placing an earnest kiss to your lips. After a minute he sits up and your hands fly to his pants, eagerly undoing his belt then the buttons. You manage to shrug them down a few inches before he cups your face for a distractingly twee kiss and then scoots away, stepping off the mattress. Heavy breathing mixes with the ruffling sound his pants make as they're discarded to the floor, underwear included, before he looks back at you.
There's a hungry look in his eyes as he stands there fully erect, blue irises raking over your form. As much as you want to keep your eyes on his face, you fail miserably and drop your gaze to his chest, and then to his slim waist, and finally his cock. You're sure the expression on your face is the same as his, your legs falling open slightly while you bite your lip to keep any sounds you might be making from slipping out.
Xavier on the other hand groans at the sight, briefly stroking himself before crawling back to you, a cat like lithe in the way he squares his shoulders and his focus on the last piece of clothing still on your body. Thumbs hook in the sides of the lace thong, eyes following his hands as they drag it down your legs then it too is forgotten on the floor with a toss over Xavier's shoulder before his hands knead and caress the supple skin of your legs and thighs. Soft kisses, he pays your injured ankle special attention, his lips like butterflies against your skin. You’d forgotten all about the pain, it doesn’t even hurt anymore and it’s pushed further back in your mind as Xavier’s lips trail up your leg, across your thigh, inching closer to where you want him most. Anticipation jumps in your chest as you hold your breath, waiting. A delicate kiss touches your outer lips and you whimper from the contact.
“You’re so wet…” he says out loud, more to himself in revelation than a comment directly to you. It makes your cheeks burn all the same.
Once, twice more he gives a soft kiss to your throbbing flesh, before you feel his digits spread you open, and his tongue dives in for a taste- the moan you make is embarrassing and you bite down on your knuckle to quiet yourself.
Swirling as if he’s stirring a drink, the motion has your legs trembling, clenching around his head when he doubles his efforts; relentlessly his tongue laps at the little nub, alternating between quick flicks and slow passes. You look down; the sight of ashen blonde locks buried between your legs is erotic in its own right, but when his eyes meet yours it’s melting, and you feel yourself cream just a bit more.
Locked in his gaze, a delicate finger traces your entrance before tenderly dipping in. You squeak out Xavier's name, to which he pauses, then continues his ministrations. He adds another and curls them, the pressure has you throwing your head back unable to watch as he works you over, mouth glue to that little bead while his fingers assault your clenching folds again and again. Fisting the sheets you're caught between wanting to move away and wanting to press his face closer, the sensations almost overwhelming as it builds. Another pass and pump has you sobbing his name, your legs trapping Xavier in place as he pulls his fingers away and drinks you down- not that he planned to move anyway. Your heart thumps in your ears, pleasurable sensations spiraling across your body as stars dance in your vision.
‘How fitting,’ you think, falling down from your high.
After a few moments you relax against the sheets, chest heaving from exertion as you lick your dry lips. Through the fog, you feel Xavier climb up your body and settle in between your legs, resting on his forearms again as he gives gentle kisses down your jaw, ending in a soft nibble to your neck. You feel him pressing against your thigh; hard, thick and more like an object rather than a piece of male anatomy as it throbbed against your skin, radiating heat. Renewed desire, you feel that tingling and you spread your legs wider, drawing Xavier into a deep kiss, the taste of yourself on his tongue. It fuels that thirst you both have and you feel him inch forward, the tip slipping inside.
The intrusion comes slowly; halfway Xavier breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his composure whittling away. Impatient, you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer and he sinks in a bit more, a sharp intake of breath as the wet heat envelopes him. The pressure is unlike his fingers, a dull throb from being stretched and forced open you ignore in favor of focusing on the way he rubs your walls. And once he’s finally in, his legs pressed against the flat of your thighs, you cry out. The feeling of him seated so deeply inside makes you delirious that you don’t notice his arms trembling with the effort to let you adjust.
“Please,” you whimper, using your legs to pull him closer. Xavier draws in a breath and begins to move. Like his kiss, the motion is gentle; shallow thrusts to get used to the feeling. On impulse your mouth finds his, boldly slipping your tongue to brush against his, the need for him partially sated and powerfully intensified each time he drives inside. Your kiss spurs him on, along with how you pull him closer with your legs, forcing him to commit to something faster.
The arch in your back allows him to get just that much deeper and he responds with a sturdier pump of his hips that comes faster and faster. Primal, the slap of his skin against yours falls in tandem with your pleasured cries and his grunts; his arm hooks under your leg, bringing it up to your chest and his other grips your wrist, pinning it to the bed. Xavier’s deep thrusts turn to pounding, the new angle sucks the breath from your lungs, you’re not sure how you’re even able to make a sound. It’s eye watering pleasure, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own cries of ecstasy.
A kiss, a moan, the sting of a love bite; the pace quickens. Out of touch with your own body and thoughts blurred, Xavier brings your leg back down and holds you close, his arm snaking under the small of your back, his other hand grips the side of your neck. You hold him just as tightly, legs locked around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair pulling the strands. You're close, the second one builds just as strongly as the first; sensations coiling in your belly, your folds tightening. He’s there too, trying to maintain control as harsh and unsteady breaths leave him, chest heaving with the groan of your name. You know he’s holding out, because as much as he wants to chase his own gratification, he was devoted to pleasuring you.
And you’re selfish as your second climax boils over, the coil snapping in two as you embrace him, unable to let him go. Pure bliss, breathy squeals of his name fall from your lips, your nails scrape against the flesh of his back as the sensations roll down your spine over and over, leaving you quivering beneath him.
Your indirect coercion triggers his own climax; unfocused, the staccato of his thrusts leave a sting against your thighs, overshadowed by a euphoric broken groan he lets out. He throbs deep inside, the warm pulse thumping against your walls as he empties himself. You pull him closer, wanting everything he gives, hips swaying weakly as his damp forehead rubs against yours.
Before your legs are numb, Xavier slips out slowly, hissing at the overstimulating friction and collapses to the bed beside you. You roll to your side as he pulls you close, burying his face in your hair as your nose nuzzles the hollow of his neck. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, voice laced with exhaustion and concern.
You stifle a giggle at his sleepiness. “No, I loved it,” you sigh, drawing lazy patterns on his back with your fingertips. There’s an intimacy in this, a closeness that you didn’t want to share with anyone else. A hand on his chest, you feel his heartbeat thumping, slow and steady. “I love you,” you whisper quietly. He responds, though it’s muddled by drowsiness and your hair.
It normally takes you hours to fall asleep; often you find yourself staring at the ceiling or stargazing out your window until your eyes grew heavy. Here with your nakedness flush against his, cradled in Xavier’s arms and lulled by his deep breathing, it takes you swiftly. As daybreak pierces the night sky, you dream of stars and galaxies across space and time.