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“How about you stop being reckless?” Xavier complains, putting the warm washcloth away. Grimoire groans from where they’re sitting on the tiny wooden stool.
“How about you stop babying me?” Grimoire snaps back, knowing fully well they’re both having their usual banter. They had a bit of a messy encounter with a wanderer earlier, and while Xavier got out completely untouched, Grimoire had taken two ugly hits. The wounds were anything but alarming, but Xavier was still insistent on examining them and cleaning up his partner.
So here they are, sitting on top of a small stool in the middle of their bathroom at one in the morning, completely naked with Xavier kneeling behind them. And he got to keep the grey sweatpants.
Unfair.
Once Grimoire is clean, Xavier inspects the bruises on their shoulder, and notices how stiff Grimoire has been feeling this whole time.
“Sore?” he asks, voice echoing a little in the tiny room. His partner gives a tired nod, followed by a yawn.
Xavier’s hands slide up, up and over their tense shoulders. Grimoire suppresses a relieved groan at the added pressure, leaning into the touch of their partner’s warm grip.
Thumbs dig into their shoulder blades, rubbing gentle but firm circles into the muscle. He’s obviously trying to be careful, trying not to touch their wounds, but Grimoire finds themselves caring very little about the sore spots. They need Xavier’s hands everywhere at once, and try to make that statement very obvious by tilting their head back, moaning lightly into the open air for Xavier to hear.
Xavier responds in kind, albeit gritting his teeth a little at the sound. He loves when they make noise for him, though he’s trying to keep it decent here. His partner is wounded and tired, and Xavier, and S-tier boyfriend, is just providing them with a massage. Grimoire has no such intention though, leaning back on their chair and letting out yet another pretty sigh just for him. Xavier feels his pants getting significantly tighter, and while he’s very much aware his partner tends to have this effect on him, it never makes it any less embarrassing. He feels the warmth of Grimoire’s bare shoulders, straight into his bloodstream. It’s always intoxicating, and he keeps thinking he’s being played tricks on, that they’re most definitely using some lust demon-esque powers on him, but it’s never the case. This is, and has always been, Xavier simply being absolutely gone for his partner.
He gets distracted by the planes of skin in front of him, hands moving from the joint of their neck all the way to their shoulder blades. There’s a few bruises here and there, and Xavier clenches his jaw a little too firmly at the thought of anyone but him getting to touch them. He was too careless, and while he knows Grimoire can protect themselves at any given time, it doesn’t change the fact that he was too late, and it could have gotten real ugly real fast.
Now’s not the time to think about that, not when he has them right here in front of him, alive and breathing.
Lost in his thoughts, Xaviers hands go a little too low towards their sides, and Grimoire flinches. Xavier mutters a quiet ‘Sorry, darling’ and slides his hands right back up in between the pitch black wings folded neatly against their back. His thumb finds the top of their spine, and in a small, experimental gesture, Xavier applies a gentle pressure, slowly dragging the thumb downwards to just under the wings. It takes the tension right out of Grimoire's spinal cord, and they can’t help but groan languidly. Xavier feels his cock twitch in the confines of his sweatpants, yet still chooses to ignore it in favor of relieving his partner from their aching muscles.
“Do you want me to get rid of the wings?”
Xavier blinks, Grimoire’s voice soft and gentle in the quiet of the bathroom. He keeps zoning out, and needs to get with the program here. His lover needs him to tend to them!
“Please don’t.” he whispers, fingers tracing the skin between wings once again. “I like them.”
Grimoire chuckles, watching their boyfriend from the corner of their eyes. Xavier is enthralled, fingers itching to explore their closed wings. It’s tentative and gentle, because while they’ve definitely played around with Grimoire's shapeshifting abilities before, he’d never paid their wings much mind. He loved the way they looked, and sure they were very practical, but he’s never really given them any special attention just yet. Grimoire doesn’t seem to mind though, and that just gets confirmed by the way they slowly unfurl their wings right in front of Xavier, the leathery, spandex skin looking near translucent pulled over thin, yet strong bones. It’s absolutely magical.
Xavier sighs in awe, fingers reaching out to ghost over the expanse over their wings. They’re moving along with Grimoire’s soft breathing, the left wing twitching ever so slightly the second Xavier’s fingers touch it. It’s quite cool to the touch, but it’s also possible Xavier’s hands are very warm. The texture is pleasant, and Xavier finds the corner of his mouth lifting up.
“Having fun back there?” Grimoire asks, looking in front of them again to close their eyes and lean their head sideways a bit. They look comfortable despite the small stool they’re sitting on, leaning back on their hands just a little.
“I’ve never bothered to study them up close like this.” Xavier says quietly. “A shame, really.”
“Well,” Grimoire sighs contently. “Better late than never, right?”
Xavier hums an affirmation, and traces the upper bone of the wing with his index and middle finger. He starts off at the very tip, and makes his way all the way to the base of the wing in a slow, gentle trail, until he reaches the middle of Grimoire’s back where the bone disappears.
Grimoire gasps, quietly, and barely audible, but Xavier definitely hears.
Xavier zones in on the sound, eyes studying what he can see regarding his partner's body language. They’re still seated in pretty much the same position, but their fingers are gripping the edges of the stool more tightly, and he can see goosebumps rising across the expanse of their bruised skin. Xavier decides to try again with the other wing, starting at the very tip of it, drawing a line all the way across the length of the bone, this time adding more pressure the closer to their back he gets.
This time, Grimoire does moan.
Xavier closes his eyes in a desperate attempt to show some restraint. He could of course assume they were enjoying this, and Grimoire is very vocal about the things they dislike, but just in case…
“Grim, baby.”
“Hm?”
He lifts his other hand now as well, taking the tip of each wing between a thumb and a forefinger, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. Grimoire lets out another sound, and Xavier absolutely revels in it.
“Do you like having your wings touched?”
They tilt their head back, and Xavier leans forward just a little to press a kiss on top of it. Grimoire near purrs, and follows with a standvast nod as they open one eye to peer up at their boyfriend.
“I’ve never tried it before, feels good so far though.”
When they look back down, Xavier trails his kisses down the nape of their neck while his fingers follow the shape of their wings again. Grimoire grits their teeth, shifting a bit on their chair and Xavier isn’t sure if it’s discomfort, or something else.
“Tell me to stop whenever, okay?” he whispers near their ear, and gives the pointy tip a little kiss. It’s a silent reassurance, one Grimoire never really needs but always appreciates nonetheless.
Xavier’s hands move away from the wings, down to their lower back where he intently digs his thumbs into the flesh, massaging out any leftover tension Grimoire might feel there. This would have been better laying down, but he’s not going to complain now. Not when they’re melting into putty by nothing but his own hands.
He massages his way up, coming to a halt right underneath the wings before his thumb gently comes to rub at the base of it. Grimoire chokes on air for a split second, and the sound of it has Xavier unintentionally bucking his hips. He keeps it up with both hands on both wings, rubbing and stroking the spot where skin meets wing, and where bone turns into the interesting, leathery texture. He’s absolutely hypnotized, hardly noticing the way Grimoire is making sounds non-stop now. His eyes are transfixed on the way their breathing gets heavier, the split seconds he catches their ear twitching, the way the tiny wooden stool creaks with how hard their grip is, followed suit by the scratch of their nails.
He’s obsessed. Absolutely done for.
His lips skim the outline of the wings, hot breath fanning over cool skin that gets significantly hotter the closer to their body it gets. It’s intoxicating, and so interesting despite the upbuilding arousal. He’s not sure if it’s a thing he has for wings, but he’s sure he has a thing for Grimoire, and that alone is enough to have him over the moon at having them here like this.
It doesn’t take long before Xavier notices the short jerks of his partner’s arm, and the man finds his interest piqued. One hand abandons its wing, and moves around Grimoire’s frame to find a shaking thigh. He gives it a gentle squeeze, a small reminder, before noticing the shaking has rhythm, and when he slides his hand upwards, he finds himself colliding with a warm, leaking cock, being jerked off by its owner's own hand. His eyes widen, and thank Astra Grimoire can’t see the little playful smile on his face right now.
“Interesting.” Xavier muses, pushing his head underneath Grimoire’s unoccupied arm to watch them jerk themselves off at the feeling of Xaviers hands on them. Exhilarating doesn’t even begin to describe what he feels right now.
“Shut up.” Grimoire sighs, and Xavier would believe they’d sound annoyed, if they weren’t literally jerking it right now. “It’s easier like this, when sitting on this thing.”
Makes sense. He just hoped they weren’t overdoing themselves with the shapeshifting after taking that blow earlier.
But also, Xavier wouldn’t complain. If his love thought a cock was easier tonight, he’d damn well get his fair share of it.
Grimoire groans when Xavier moves his hand back to their thigh, bucking their hips in their own hand at a particularly good stroke. Xavier feels himself leaking, cock straining against his sweatpants, begging for its own release. He hardly notices when Grimoire lets go of their cock, holding their now empty hand in front of Xavier’s face.
“Spit, baby.”
Say less.
Xavier chuckles and lets his mouth fall open, hardly having to do anything with how he was already salivating hearing his partner moan. Grimoire seems pleased, bringing the now soaked hand back to their cock while Xavier continues the gentle ministrations on their left wing. His right hand still digs into the meat of their thigh, grip tightening when his partner moans the second they wrap their wet hand around their throbbing shaft.
Xavier is so turned on, he might die right here at this very minute.
He makes quick work of it when his second hand leaves the wing, and gets on his feet. Grimoire comes to an abrupt halt when they notice how he comes to sit in front of them, spreading their knees as he kisses their inner thigh the way he loved to do so much.
“I’m sorry, but I really need you in my mouth, right now.” Xavier whines against their thighs. “If you’ll let me, please.”
Grimoire doesn’t hesitate, just grabs Xavier by the hair and guides him onto their cock. His mouth is warm and inviting, a hot wet cavern that sucks them in like no other. He sucks immediately, moaning around it and bobbing his head in an eager gesture of desperation. His tongue strokes the underside of their thick shaft, lips closing around the head everytime he pulls away enough. His hands move from their knees up their legs, behind their back to toy with the base of their wings again, and Grimoire knows it’s game over.
Xavier’s right eye is closed while his other peers up at them, half lidded and cloudy, his eyebrows strung together in a lewd display Grimoire simply can’t forget. That’s when they know they’re done for.
They feel how their soul leaves their body the second they come, wings stretching out and upwards and tail almost going taut with how good it feels, shooting ropes and ropes down Xavier’s eager, awaiting throat. He sucks and swallows, repeating it a few times before letting go with a pop and grabbing Grimoire’s arms to wrap around his neck, letting their limp, tired body rest against his own.
“Don’t fall off the chair, now.” he chuckles, voice sounding a little hoarse. Delicious. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“Mh.” Grimoire groans groggily as they wrap their legs around Xaviers waist. “No sleep yet. Gotta make you come, first.”
Xavier winces as he carries the love of his life to bed, making sure they don’t take notice of the dark, wet spot at the front of his sweatpants.
“Um, we’ll take care of that later. Sleep, first.”