Work Text:
Xavier: R U home?
You: Not yet … why?
Xavier: Don’t pick up any food on your way home. I brought dinner.
You grinned at your phone, picking up your pace as you walked down the street towards your building. He’d been gone for a couple of weeks, doing who knows what, and you hadn’t heard much since his departure.
You missed him more than you’d care to admit out loud, even spending a few nights sleeping in his apartment to inhale his scent as you wrapped yourself in his sheets, hoping you’d wake up and he’d be there, so his return was enough to put some spring in your step after the last few weeks.
But you forced yourself to slow down a bit and regain your thoughts before you got home—while you were thrilled to have him back, you were still upset he left, and you needed to stand firm in your feelings and not just jump right back into his arms.
He hadn’t told you where he was going or how long he’d be gone, only that he loved you and he’d “be back as soon as possible.” And he’d made quite a habit of disappearing on you lately, of keeping you in the dark and evading your questions and pretending like everything was fine, that you were quite fed up.
You couldn’t just let him come back with takeout and hugs and kisses and pretend like everything was okay, no matter how badly you wanted to let him.
But even after steeling yourself in the hallway and taking a deep breath, your heart still fluttered out of your chest when you stepped through the door and saw him dozing off on your couch.
“Xav?” you asked softly, padding over to him and brushing some hair out of his eyes. He blinked awake, beautiful blue eyes softening when he saw you. “You really can sleep any time, huh?”
He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss, but you shook your head and slipped out of his grasp. He furrowed his brow, watching you curiously as you walked to the kitchen to sort through the takeout he’d left out on the counter.
“No welcome home kiss?” he pouted, pushing off the couch. You melted a little at his tone, his soft features and tousled hair annoyingly endearing.
“Boys who don’t tell their girlfriends where they’re going and leave her in the dark for weeks don’t get welcome home kisses,” you said.
He came up behind you, sliding his hands under your shirt and around your waist and oh, it was getting harder and harder to be mad at him. The solid weight of him against your back and the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on your skin were making you embarrassingly soft.
But you were strong, slipping quickly out of his grasp, taking your takeout container and heading to the couch.
He sighed, following suit and settling in beside you. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said. “I want to tell you, I just … can’t. Not yet.”
“I know you’ve got your secrets, Xav,” you said. “And as much as it pains me, I respect it because I respect you and I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready..”
“But …”
“But, I love you. And I worry about you. And when you leave for weeks on end and don’t contact me, I worry. And fuck, Xav, I miss you.”
He really softened then, and when he put his food down and pulled you into his arms, you let him this time. “I’m sorry, little star,” he said softly, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “I don’t mean to make you worry, and I know how I would feel if the roles were reversed. I promise I’ll work on my communication skills.”
“Well, you’ll have plenty of practice, because you owe me quite a bit of quality time.” You situated yourself in his lap, leaning against his chest to eat comfortably. “Dinner is a start, and bonus points for getting my favorite, but you’ve got weeks to make up for. I get lonely without my favorite neighbor.”
“Well, that hasn’t stopped you from making yourself at home in my apartment,” he teased.
“Oh, that’s so embarrassing,” you groaned, and he chuckled. “How did you know?”
“You make the bed nicer than I do,” he said. “And I could smell you on my sheets when I went to investigate.”
“Well, I missed you,” you pouted. “You shouldn’t have given me a key if you didn’t want me to use it.”
“I never said it was a bad thing,” he responded. “I like knowing that you were all tangled up in my sheets.”
“Good, because I’m sure that wasn’t the last time.”
“No, and we’ll be tangled up together as much as I can manage now that I’m back.”
You grinned, dropping your food on the coffee table and turning around in his lap. His hands were on your hips as you straddled him, sliding your hands up to his shoulders and lightly scraping your nails across the nape of his neck.
He shivered, releasing a deep breath at the touch. “Don’t think I’m not still angry with you,” you said, leaning in and pressing your forehead to his. “I’m just a sucker for those blue eyes.”
He smiled, pushing up to capture your mouth with his, and you were absolutely melting. His lips were soft and supple and you let out a small whimper when his teeth grazed your bottom lip.
It was a hungry and wanton kiss, escalating quickly and full of unspoken I love yous and I missed yous, and when his tongue swept into your mouth and you curled your fingers in his hair you knew you were so far gone for that man.
“I love you,” he said against your lips, brushing your hair to the side and pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. You arched into him, letting out tiny moans and whimpers as he nibbled and licked and sucked on your skin, his fingers tightening on your hips.
And then you were gasping as he swiftly lifted you off of him, placing you on your back and prowling over you, burying his face in your neck and resuming his work.
But you were impatient, grasping desperately at his shirt, and he pulled away to help you lift it off his body. You stared unabashedly at his chest, his golden skin and chiseled muscles always a bit of kryptonite when it came to your sanity.
“Did you miss me, or my body?” he teased, just a tinge of pout in his voice.
“You,” you replied, pulling him back down to plant a kiss on his cheek. “But I did miss your touch quite a bit.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, lifting his brow. You nodded, squirming underneath him as he trailed his hand down towards your waist, sliding down the hem of your pants. “Well I missed touching you.”
You arched up into him when his fingers slid through your folds, your gasp silenced as he captured your lips in another kiss. He was chaste and fleeting, planting soft, quick kisses on your lips and your cheeks and your nose while he slowly, tantalizingly ran his digits through your core, his touch light and teasing but his breaths heavy and labored.
“Xav, please,” you whined, curling your fingers in his hair. “At least take my pants off and touch me for real.”
He chuckled, lifting his face from your skin, his fingers still working. You brushed some hair out of his eyes, grinning at his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. You reached between your bodies, cupping your hand over the bulge in his pants and grinning even wider.
“I think your pants might need to come off, too,” you teased.
“Well, I was trying to elongate this quality time I owe you,” he said, his voice deep and dripping with sex. “But if you’d rather fast track it ….”
He trailed off, sliding his hand up and out of your pants, but before you could even start whining he was climbing off of you and scooping you into his arms bridal style to carry you to your bedroom.
He laid you down gently, working swiftly to pull your clothes off, tossing your garments onto the floor. He sat back on his heels when you were down to your bra and panties, and you watched achingly as his chest rose and fell, his eyes drinking up your body.
You squirmed, liquid heat pooling in your core when he snapped out of it and began undoing his belt. You watched as he shed his pants and underwear in one go, his cock springing out and looking oh-so delicious, curved perfectly, thick vein bulging.
You propped up on your elbows, reaching forward to touch it but he gently pushed you back down. “Be a good girl,” he purred. “You know better than to try and take control.”
If you were burning before, you were on fire now. No matter how hard you tried, Xavier would never let you be in control in the bedroom. Not that you were really complaining—you loved letting him take the reigns, letting him have his way with you and satisfy you into euphoria. You felt bad at first, but then you realized that letting him take charge was what he wanted , and would give him the most pleasure.
“Sorry, you just look so good,” you said, squeezing your thighs together in anticipation. “Need you so bad.”
“I’m all yours,” he said softly, spreading your knees apart and slipping your panties down your legs. “I’d love to taste you … but I think more than that I’d love to be inside of you.”
He ran his fingers through your pussy, putting pressure on your clit and making your back arch. He pressed a hand down on your stomach, pushing you back down to the mattress, his brows furrowed with mischief and face flushed. “I told you, be a good girl.”
You squeaked out a soft apology, and he leaned in to claim your mouth with his again. He was hungry and suddenly desperate as he caged your body in with yours, pressing searing kisses on your lips and your neck and your chest, fumbling to remove your bra and taking a hardened nipple in his mouth.
You were moaning desperately at his touch, his tongue swirling over your nipple and his fingers between your thighs again, slick wetness accumulating and a fire blazing in your belly.
“Xav, please ,” you moaned, rubbing gently on his earlobe because you knew it made him crazy and you were so impatient.
He snapped his head up from your breasts, his eyes wicked and breathing ragged. “Fine,” he said.
And then in a swift movement, he was rubbing his cock through your wet pussy and sliding it in your entrance.
You gasped desperately at the feel of him stretching you, his cock so thick and wonderful as he slowly slid in. He was big, and it’d been awhile since you’d seen him so it took some getting used to, but the stretch hurt so good as he claimed you.
He let out the most delicious groan from the back of his throat as he bottomed out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded at him, giving him the OK to move, and he didn’t wait before pulling out almost completely and slamming back in.
You moaned loudly as he set a harsh pace, desperate and passionate and possessive, his hands all over you as he looked down at you through dark, hooded eyes. And oh, you were loving it—he looked incredible like this, all sexy and in control, his hair disheveled and cheeks blushed and pupils the size of saucers.
And oh , the way he was looking at you. He always looked at you like you hung the moon, but now, while he was fucking into you, it was like you were his lifeline; like if he stopped touching you, if he pulled away or left you again or let you slip from his grasp, his heart would stop beating.
You reached up to grab him, to pull him closer to you as he continued thrusting into you, to run your hands down his arms and his chest and his back, to feel his warm, tanned skin and chiseled muscles beneath your fingertips as each stroke of his cock hit you in the perfect spot and pushed you closer and closer to your limit. You’d never get tired of looking at him, of feeling him on top of you and inside of you and at your touch, or listening to him speak and snore and groan.
The snaps of his hips turned erratic as you slid your hands across his body, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him fall deeper into his wanton state.
“I know what you’re doing,” he breathed, nuzzling his face in your neck while you curled your fingers in his hair. “You’re lucky I owe you or I’d make you stop.”
You grinned as he nipped playfully at your neck, lifting his head up and speeding up his pace as he fucked you. If he was harsh before, he was punishing now, and you were quickly losing it. Your head was going hazy and your body was going numb and tingly, your nails digging little crescent moons into his back as you clutched desperately onto him.
His breaths were heavy and labored, his hair plastered with sweat to his forehead, and when he stretched a hand down to your clit to rub quick, pressured circles, you were tumbling over the edge.
You moaned—screamed?—his name as you arched up into him, your breasts pressed against his chest, your vision coated in the cosmos as you came around his cock. He continued thrusting into you, chasing his own high as you bordered on overstimulation, your mind so hazy and your body so tingly that you were almost sure you’d ascended into some other realm.
Xavier’s grunts were getting deeper and more frequent above you, and you blinked up at him just in time to see him still, his mouth open in the most sexy groan as his cock twitched and your name slipped past his lips and he spilled his cum inside of you.
And oh, did it feel amazing. You loved feeling him cum inside you, loved that he marked you as his and thrived on the feeling of his release filling you up. He pulled out of you too soon, his cum spilling out and coating your thighs as he collapsed next to you in bed.
He pulled you in lovingly, his touch tender as he settled your head on top of his chest and tucked you under his chin. He rubbed your back gently, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, and you listened to each other’s breathing and heartbeats slow for seconds or minutes or hours.
“I missed you,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “Thank you for giving me something to come back to.”
“Always, Xav,” you said, yawning.
“Oh no, no bedtime yet,” he said, his energy suddenly elevated. “We have dinner to finish and dessert to eat and quality time to spend.
“You don’t want to go to sleep? Is Hell frozen over?” you teased, propping yourself up on an elbow to look at him.
“Well, I do, but I want to spend time with you, too. Let’s get cleaned up and spend the rest of the night in bed with takeout and snacks.”
“Okay,” you said, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. He slid out from under you, gathering some loungewear for you and an extra set of sweats he kept at your place before padding into the bathroom to start the shower.
You slid out of bed to follow him, letting him clip your hair back before pulling you behind him into the shower. He washed your body gently with vanilla-scented soap, his actions tender and loving and you were overwhelmed with emotion as he cared for you, handling you like you were made of the most precious glass.
You did the same for him, the intimacy of the action always one of your favorite parts of your personal evenings together. You loved the physical aspects of having sex with him, of course, but the emotional connection that you had, that knot that got pulled tighter and tighter each time, from foreplay to aftercare, was what was special to you.
You loved him, and he loved you, and being with him in any intimate capacity was enough to send your heart beating out of your chest.
He turned the water off when you were finished, wrapping a towel around his waist before drying you off and setting you down on the edge of the bathroom counter to smooth lotion over your body. He helped you dress, holding your hand as you stepped into your garments and sliding your top over your head, brushing your hair out gently.
He let you do the same for him (though you were admittedly not as smooth as he was), lingering a bit when you smoothed his shirt over his big shoulders. He chuckled, grabbing your hand and guiding you back to bed.
“Put something on TV,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll go reheat our takeout since we got distracted before we finished, and we can eat in bed?”
You nodded, tucking yourself below the covers and flicking through Netflix for something to watch. He came back after a few minutes, takeout, water, and desserts in hand, and settled in next to you.
He pulled you in close, and you leaned your head against his chest while he handed you your food. “How am I doing in making up for my behavior so far?” he asked.
“Pretty good, but you’ve still got a lot of work to do. Take me out tomorrow?” you turned around and winked at him.
“Anything for you, princess,” he chuckled in response, gently kissing the top of your head.