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Cold fingers seek warmth on soft skin. His little jump of surprise is adorable. His plush stomach tensing into abs as your hands inch closer to it.
“I thought we agreed ambushes were off limits”
His pout is evident, even through his gentle voice.
“Whaaat~ are you going to push me away?” Under his hoodie, your cold hands snake to the front of his stomach. Even daring to let your nails tease the band of his sweatpants. “How could you be so cruel?” You press yourself against his back, making sure he can feel your pelvis on him. His ass squishing to accommodate you. You enjoy how shameless the two of you have become. God you wish you had a penis.
“Im not the cruel one” he retorts.
He turns his head, reaching into a cupboard and retrieving marshmallows. You notice the red hue on his ears as he does, tucked away behind those beautiful blonde tuffs of hair.
“You left me to fend for myself in this cold”
“Ah, I see. Next time I'll just sling you over my shoulder?” That playful tone.
“Mhm”
He chuckles, the closeness you share causing your body to bounce gently with his.
You can't see much from behind him, his broad back taking most of your view. But you hear whipped cream, the final step of making hot chocolate. Xavier tilts his head back, aiming the can to his mouth before rewarding himself for his hard work.
With that you two return to the couch, trying to recollect the warmth you lost. Tucked so tightly under blankets and so close to each other that you can hardly drink. While the hot drink does warm your hand a lot quicker, you prefer the boyfriend method.
The heating in your apartment broke, during a snow storm mind you. Harsh wind rattling your windows and the cold waking you up way earlier than you wanted to on your day off work.
Of course Xavier offered for you to stay at his apartment the second he found out. He gave the solution so casually, he almost sounded happy. But you declined. The reasoning is dumb yes but you wouldn't have a moment of peace there. You don't know how to feel comfortable taking up someone else's space like that, invading the sanctuary they’re supposed to be able to hide away in. Was there even a way to do it or was it just something you weren't used to? Either way, it felt too close to living together for you to accept on a whim.
While your relationship has progressed a lot the last few months, there's still areas that feel too far, too much for right now. Save it for the future maybe? So he invited himself into your space instead.
“It’ll be like we got snowed in at a cabin in the woods” was the last thing he said over the phone before you heard a knock on the door.
It's nice, having an excuse to stay pressed up against him, or dip your cold hands under his clothes.
One of the areas your relationship has grown is physical affection. Sexual and non-sexual. Feet stacked on top of each other under restaurant tables. Light taps on the butt anytime the other “leaves themself open”. Eyes trail and flicker shamelessly, when he wears pants a little too tight or you wear a shirt with a low cut. Hair and hands are always being played and fidgeted with. And finally, sex. It's not as overwhelmingly nerve breaking as it used to be. It’s safe, comfortable and predictable now.
No pep talks to yourself in your mind, no nervousness distracting you. Now you can fully live in the moment with him. The two of you found your rhythm. Learned a fair amount about how the other person likes it. It's no longer this big event that's saved only for special nights, only for when both parties had time to prepare beforehand. Now it's whenever both of you feel like it. A morning after a sleepover, decompressing after work, in the middle of chores because you teased him one too many times.
Location is starting to matter less too, though he still prefers to lay you somewhere soft, and you prefer the safety of either of your homes.
It always feels safe with him. Not just sex, everything. Problems become manageable, worries are comforted, needs are met, thoughts are spoken freely and you’re confident he’ll always step up. Even if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Like the time you were sick and he made you a one of a kind soup. To this day you don't know how he managed to get canned soup to taste so….unique.
Now is no different. Warm drinks and food keep coming with blankets and movies on tow, and he’s sitting next to you in this cold, just because he wants to.
What a sweet boy. You think as you pivot yourself on the couch, shamelessly dipping your frozen feet under his hoodie. Probably should’ve timed it so he wasn’t taking a sip of his drink. His face doesn’t change but you can feel his body tense.
He sides eyes you behind his bangs.
“Im cold. Can't you feel it?”
He sets down his drink, and takes yours away from you.
“Let me fix that”
This can go one of two ways, super sexy or super cute.
Grabbing your wrist he guides you onto his lap. Sexy or cute, either way you’re excited. Blankets threaten to slip off completely as you straddle him.
“You’re not paying attention to the movie, right?” His blue eyes look stunning from this distance.
“Its just background noise”
He chuckles. Moving you further so you're a koala hugging your tree. Arms wrapping around you to secure the blankets. Tucking you safely in a little pocket of shared warmth.
“The most important part to keep warm is your core. If it gets too cold, you’ll get sick”
You hum, leaning flush against him. Forehead warmed by his neck and chest feeling his steady heartbeat. Even though it's plenty warm, you’re a little needy.
“I think I know something else that can help”
“Whats that?” You can feel his relaxed voice vibrate through him.
“The bedrooms smaller” you peel away from him just enough to make eye contact. “We should hole up in there. Easier to heat it up and keep it warm, ya know?”
“Wouldn’t the bathroom be best then?”
“You aren’t worried about me getting sore from all that tile??” Your hands roam shamelessly behind him, under his waist band to tease what you can of his ass.
“Im more worried about what you’re going to do to me” He sighs a laugh, pulling you against him again and scooting you two to the edge of the couch before standing up. Your legs wrap around his hips, hands forced to come up to keep your balance. The blankets get tossed to the sides as he carries you one handed.
“Whaaat? Have I ever been anything but nice to you?” You feign offense.
“When you eat the last of my snacks? When you use me as a heater? When you squish my cheeks so hard I-“
“I mean in bed”
He smiles “yeah…in here” his voice is quieter, he closes the door behind him and slowly walks to the bed. Patiently letting the tension build. “You’re always my sweet girl”
You can’t tell if he emphasized the last words or if you just liked them that much. Either way a thrill runs through your body. He notices, knows what he’s doing, you can see it in that smug expression.
“Only for you” Your fingers snake to the nape of his neck, where his hair stands on end.
“Good” his voice suddenly dips. He almost sounds like a king giving an order.
Xavier crawls onto the bed with his knees and one arm, the other holding you to him with ease.
Starting before he can, you greet his neck with your lips. His skin feels chilled.
He lays you down gently on the bed, your head finding a pillow. He stays braced above you, his own legs pushing into you. The hand that carried you slipping out from behind your back, coming to rest on your calf behind him, before ghosting the length of you. From your knee, to your hip, stomach, chest, all the way to your jaw where he keeps hold of your. It's gentle, but still dominant. He tilts you head up and to the side. You gave Xavier the privilege of moving you how he likes a while ago now, but it never fails to rile you both up.
He leans in, coming to lay on his elbow, yet he somehow still towers over you like he demands your full attention. His lips ghosting yours. “My sweet girl…that's just for me” its almost a whisper.
You break first. Gently ushering him the rest of the way with your hand on the back of his head.
The kiss is soft and impossibly warm. Neither of you mind the chapped lips or taste of hot chocolate. It starts slow at first. Savoring and patiently building up over time. Staying connected for longer, connecting deeper. Lips dancing together in a declaration of devotion and love.
His hand slides down, index and thumb still on your jaw but his palm now rests on your throat. He loves to feel the effort you put into kissing him.
Soft quick gasps fill the air, neither of you wanting to waste time breathing if you could spend it making out.
But it's inevitable, he shows you mercy, hot breath fanning across your skin as he lets you catch yours.
The perfect opportunity
You push gently on his chest, it would be easy to miss if he wasn’t completely in tune to you right now. He rises to hands without question.
All it takes is you bringing your knees to your chest and tucking your thumbs under your pants for him to get the message. He leans to the side, partially to give you enough room, partially to enjoy the show.
You push your pants off. After a little resistance on your ass, they slide off easily. Over the peak of your cheeks, up your thighs and off your ankles. Cold air prickling your skin.
Before he can come back to you, you roll away from him. Naturally, your back arches and ass peaks as your belly lays flat on the mattress. You can feel your muscles and fat settle with slight jiggles, all that more noticeable under his watchful gaze.
When his sinful loving eyes finally meets yours again, you do your best to let them convey what's too cheesy to say out loud
Have your way with me, I need you, please.
His head cocks, dark gaze piercing into you through his lashes and behind his bangs. That signature bedroom look of his that tells you you’ll be here for a while.
A smile blooms his face, poking into his flushed cheeks. Xavier slides off the bed without a word, eyes trailing up and down you, pausing everytime they land on your ass. Taking in the sight of you.
You're not any better. With no self control whatsoever, you stare into every bit of new part of him he exposes. His thighs, the subtle bulge growing in his boxers.
And god when he pulls that hoodie over his head you don't think he can come back to you fast enough. You note how he already has goosebumps. Ignoring the fact that it's cold, you decide you’re the cause.
Excitement bubbles through you as he crawls back into bed and you find it hard to stay still.
He hovers over you again, this time your legs between his thighs and his clothed bulge nestling into your behind. His chest meets your shoulder blades and hard nipples poke into you. He tentatively combs your hair to the side, nothing is allowed to hide you from him.
“Tell me if it gets too hot” he whispers into your ear and a palm soothes over your waist, pushing your sweater up a little. “Because I can take care of that too.” He pushes your sweater a little higher, cold air tickling your lower back.
You hum as he kisses your cheek, then jaw, then shoulder before finally letting himself love on your neck. The hand leaving your waist to brace himself for his next move, one of your favorites, grinding.
You can feel every muffled detail of his cock as he presses it into your ass in savoring grinds. Pushing it so hard into you that you feel your skin stretch, your plush flesh trying to accommodate. It has nowhere else to go, sandwiched between a man and the mattress.
Your breathing deepens. Listening to the sound of your own sighs and the bed creaking with every long thrust. Focusing on the feeling of him pushing so much pressure into you that you can feel his hip bones. It turns you on. Almost as much of the image it creates. Just imagine if there weren’t clothes in the way. Yes, soon he’ll be filling you and you’ll be taking him. His cock getting to serve its primal purpose pump after pump, and you will encourage and entice him, like a sweet trap.
You wish that could be now. You don’t even necessarily want an orgasm, more than anything you want to feel him inside of you. You want to be prodded again and again by a happy dick. Praised, commanded, put into any position, fucked stupid, put to work, whatever it is you want so badly to feel his skin against yours, to see his cock completely empty, red and soaked.
Your need only grows more intense as his hand finds your clothes cunt. You jolt and bury your face in the pillow, effectively cutting him off from your neck and letting him know just how good that felt. You hear a soft chuckle behind you, but you’re more focused on the feeling of his fingers toying with you.
Xavier and you were smart, careful. You had to be. Every first time is awkward, but yours and his had the extra challenge of his size. It was disheartening that no matter how turned on you were, how much he warmed you up, he couldn’t fit. The two of you stuck pathetically using your hands that time. It wasn’t bad, just wasn’t what you imagined.
And while it's gotten better, your body growing accustomed to him, you still can't afford to underestimate him. The thing that pushes even flesh lights to the limit would surely land you in the ER if you guys weren't careful enough.
So, the two of you adapted a routine. Xavier would do what he could to get an orgasm out of you, whether it be through toys, his tongue, fingers, grinding, whatever it took. Only after you came down from your high, would he even attempt sliding into you. And until that point, his dick was off limits for you. He prefers his first round ending inside, saying it’s his favorite way.
But right now, with his finger searching under your panties, playing with your heat, you’re just not patient enough.
As he circles your clit once more, you reach behind you. Thumbs tucking under his boxers, trying to push them off, but your arms are too short.
You hear a soft snort behind you and without saying anything Xavier lifts his hips, meeting you halfway so you can strip him.
He props himself on one elbow, allowing his other hand to continue its diligent work, and his cock to settle between your cheeks.
While it doesn’t particularly strike any nerves, the feeling of his length petting your lower back is intoxicating. You peek over your shoulder, but the view is limited.
“You were right” he whispers, fingers stopping just at your entrance. “It is warmer…in here” he slides his fingers in at the last word. Slick covering them as he coaxes your pussy to relax and open for him.
You let out a happy hum from your pillow. “I’m always right”
Another cute chuckle from him.
It feels so good. The bumps of his knuckles as he gently pumps into you, the stretch when he spreads his fingers, and the pad of them massaging you deeper than you could ever hope to reach on your own. He happily continues that cycle, mimicking a penis, stretching it, before soothing it with a massage. All while his length continues to slide against you in sync with his hand.
Heat pools inside you. Closed mouth moans interrupt your sighs of pleasure. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself still. Listening to the sounds of your own moans, of his breathing and the wet noises of you taking his fingers, when you feel something warm drip onto your lower back, and to your dismay, he stops grinding himself on you. It seems like his body is just as impatient as yours.
Pushing your chest off the mattress and straining your neck, you look at him.
He quirks his head to the side. His soft blue sparkling eyes pop out against the dusting of red on his cheeks.
“I read a book…in it the guy stretches the girl with his cock” you murmur lazily.
“Mm” Xavier hums inquisitively as he adds a third finger, spreading them all as far as he can, causing you to tense. “You know I lent you that book”
“So then… you’re the one who put this idea in my head” Your voice is strained, you do your best not to let it crack but his actions send tremors up your body. “Shouldn’t you take responsibility?” You pull yourself up the mattress, just enough for his fingers to slip out.
Xavier is silent for a few moments, hesitant, contemplating. Maybe even having a war in his head with what he wants and what he knows. The same war you had and lost.
“You can say no and we can always stop…”
His eyes trail off in thought before snapping back to you. “Alright.. but one condition, don’t play tough.”
“Deal” a genuine smile blooms across your face.
With that your world is spun around. Your back meets the mattress and your view is filled with Xavier.
He tugs on your panties, sliding them off easily. You sit up, just for a moment to discard your sweater and once it’s gone, he’s already crawling over you. One arm bracing, the other undoing your bra all while he’s leaning in, backing you into the pillow.
You can't help the excited giggle you let out, eyes sneaking glances at the very thing that threatens you.
As he spreads your legs you cup his cheeks and whisper a “thank you” before pulling him into your waiting lips.
The kisses you share are tender and passionate at the same time.
You feel him shift above you and chills run through you when you feel his tip sliding down your cunt until it hooks on your entrance. You have no choice but to break the kiss when he starts pressing into you. In awe of the feeling, in pure delight, you can't do anything besides breathe and feel him.
He pushes a little more, carefully, slowly, pressure building on your entrance until he finally slips the smallest amount in. That small feeling shooting through your bodies like a taste of heaven, both of you letting out a shuddering sigh.
Your hands roam to his back, greedily ushering him closer.
More and more, slowly but surely he continues in. The stretch feels impossibly good, your nails digging into his back as he splits you open. It's amazing to think how just one orgasm can open you so much that you could take him without issue, yet now you lay completely in his mercy.
You try to not hold your breath, but the pressure, the sensation, it's so much you can't help but cling to him.
That's when you feel it, the center of his shaft, the increase in girth. usually not a problem, usually a pleasant feeling, now threatens to put an end to your fun.
Xavier pauses from a moment, lips still brushing against yours. He's so sweet to give you some time.
You try to do your part, convincing your muscles to relax and steadying your breathing.
After a moment stillness it worked, your walls gave just a smidge, just enough to encourage him forward.
Your nails digging deep into his back as you hold back a moan. When all of a sudden, searing, sharp pain shocks you.
“OW-“ You yelp in surprise. Hands flying off of Xavier, your eyes screwing shut and your knees crashing into his hips harshly as you whine in pain.
The weight in the bed shifts, as Xavier backs away from you, you’re able to bring your throbbing finger to your mouth. Your foot thumps against the mattress like the pain is too much to keep still.
“shit” his trembling voice sounds quickly, almost as quick as his hands that come to rub soothing circles into you. “ here lets-“
“Mynail”
“What?”
“My nail broke” You continue to suck on your finger, hoping it’ll stop the pain, it helps but not enough. Not to mention there's now an unpleasant taste of blood in your mouth.
Silence stretches between you for a moment.
Once the initial pain dies down you open
Your eyes and pop your finger out of your mouth, showing it to a frozen Xavier.
“Your…nail” looks like it finally registered for him. He blinks away his shock and lets out a shaking sigh of relief. Sliding off the bed he calls out. “Wait there a moment”
You watch as Xavier tentatively clips away the now dead nail, doing his best to not hurt it more. Guilt pools in you seeing his hands tremble like that. His stoic and capable facade is not enough to hide the way his whole body is shaking like a leaf.
You let him finish, clipping and filing it before wrapping it carefully in a cute bunny bandaid.
The second he lets go of your hand, you’re standing on your knees to hug him.
“Im sorry i scared you”
His arms wrap around you instinctively. Tugging you into his lap.
“It's alright. Im glad your…mostly unharmed”
You’re glad to see his nerves settle. The heart in his chest no longer pounding with anxiety.
“…it didn’t hurt by the way… like at all”
“Your nails?”
“No. You!” You pull back from the embrace to look at him. Combing his fluffy hair out of his eyes. “You felt good. Like always~”
There's that cute blush dusting his cheeks again.
“Do we give it another try?”
“Can we !?” You sound a little too excited.
“Hm, yeah…but..” He lifts your wrists before pinning them to the bed. “These…stay. down.”
You lay over his leg, your back arching backwards. “Keep them down” you dare lightly.
Shared giggles echo in the freezing room before the couple picks up where they left off, chasing warmth in the most inefficient way possible. Their recklessness earned them both colds, but it was worth it.