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The day’s last light reflected off the windows of the many skyscrapers across Linkon. A blanket of stars was gently draped from the east. The office wing of the Association had cleared hours ago, leaving only you, Xavier, and Tara to fill the space as the night began its descent. Most of the desks were cleared for the weekend, with the exception of the monitor hologram projectors embedded into the desks and little bits and bobs that decorated everyone’s desks, giving each a flair of personality. Your desk, however, was barren aside from the basket of paperwork that sat on the far corner.
“But you've been working all week! Don't you think you deserve a break?” Tara swung her tote bag over her shoulder and furrowed her eyebrows with worry. You feigned a huff of defeat as you glared at the stack of paperwork on your desk, then stole a glance at your boyfriend across the way. You could tell he'd been eyeing you during your entire conversation by the way he mimicked your demeanor. The way he balanced on one leg while leaning on the edge of the desk, the other leg lazily crossing above it at the ankle. He folded his arms across his chest, his thick biceps clearly struggling against the tight sleeves of his dress shirt, and his head was slightly cocked to the side.
“There were so many wanderer attacks this week, and the office stuff just really got away from me,” you sighed. Xavier took the chance to wink your way to your demise as warmth crept to your ears and cheeks, “and I just wanna get it all done before next week. You get me, don't you?”
Tara sighed and shook her head. “You, Xavier!” she flicked her head towards him, “Make sure she gets home safe and rests!” she called out as she turned on her heels and made her way to the door.
Finally acknowledged, he stood up and strutted over to the open desk space beside you, this time leaning back on his hands. “Goodnight, Tara.”
With every step she took closer to the door, you felt your heart begin to race. Your eyes locked onto the door handle, watching as the distance between it and the frame closed… closer… closer…
It clicked shut.
You were already pulling on his tie. You gave him a sharp tug towards your lips as you forced your way between his thighs. He braced the force of your body crashing into his with one hand, death-gripping the table’s edge, a vain attempt at grounding himself to keep from eating you alive right there. But his other hand was already threading tightly along the back of your scalp and pulling you deeper and deeper into him. Every touch was electric, as if the ends of every sensory nerve were set ablaze.
The taste of his tongue was intoxicating. You caught the lingering flavor of the candies he'd been snacking on for the past hour. It was a war for dominance, the right to explore the other’s mouth endlessly, but the battle just turned into a sloppy tangle of tongues and dripping spit.
Your waist found respite against him, and his bulge poked you in response. A soft roll of your hips drew a stifled groan from Xavier, followed by a loud silence as the hum of the fluorescent lights above you suddenly cut out. The light filtering through your eyelids died, and you were plunged into darkness. Only the city below and the moon and stars above illuminated your voracious grasp for his flesh. His lips and tongue wanted to be a part of you as much as yours for him.
Any semblance of restraint died with the lights.
Your hands, hooked on the knot of his tie, pulled hard to undo it. The friction burned your hand for the second it took to pull the fabric free and haphazardly release it. Your hands frantically glided along his chest in search of the warm buckle on the leather of his harness. You felt how his nipples were pebbled beneath his shirt. He choked a sigh at the sensation, lightly recoiling from how sensitive he felt. Heat rose from your core, a soft throb that felt like a new awakening. An awakening of something feral. For a second, you pulled away to pry open your eyes, weighed down by the lust that consumed your conscience. And there he was before you. His eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, swollen and gasping for you.
“Take your pants off,” a command so raw and breathy from your own chest as you fumbled with his harness buckle. Without a second thought, he stood straighter, his neck arching to find your lips again while his trembling hands took his belt off in a single smooth motion, and shoved his pants down to his ankles, then he kicked them off to the side. Your attention faltered for a moment, imagining him in just his underwear, frustration getting the best of you when the leather straps of his harness were preventing you from clawing at his skin. Xavier took the opportunity to dominate. His large, calloused hand wrapped around the plush skin of your neck, jolting your eyes wide open as he played with your pulse point like a stress toy. You gasped from the head-high of not being able to breathe, and it was all Xavier needed to claim you entirely. His tongue dove in, sweeping along the surfaces of your teeth, dancing with your tongue, tasting you. He didn't breathe, not even for a moment, while he consumed you. Your knees buckled beneath you, and your weight came crashing down, releasing you from his onslaught. Your knees landed on the scratchy carpet, air returned to your lungs, and you could tell you were only getting more soaked by the minute.
You stared up from the floor, greeted by the breathtaking sight of Xavier looking down at you with those eyes: those deep, dark, blue eyes, swimming with the stars of the cosmos and the lust that had been building up all week. His movement was slow, deliberate, wringing your face for any reaction, any weakness. He was too good at it. The way he skillfully undid the buckle of his harness with one hand as the other pushed back his already sweat-slicked hair. His forehead glistened in the dim light, and you couldn't help but drool into your lap.
“Gawking?” he teased in his low, guttural voice. Your soul snapped back into your body, and you slurped up your spit as best you could. The sound made him chuckle as he took his harness off his shoulders. The way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the creases flattened against his skin, defining every crevice of his sexy body… Your head was buzzing at the view.
He held his hand out in front of you, gentleness emanating from how softly his fingertips curled. You reached out, expecting him to be his usual self, his chivalrous self. But it was just a facade. He trapped your wrist with his thumb and pointer finger, his other fingers gesturing for you to sacrifice your other wrist as well. Your body moved on its own as if hypnotized. You might as well have been with how his glowing eyes entranced you, how it felt like he was cradling you in the depths of the universe. Holding your wrists in his hand, he wrapped the leather around them, leaving a little tail that he could use to control you at his own will. “Does that feel okay?” he gently caressed your head, his eyes softening for a moment.
“Mhm, yeah, it's okay,” you nodded faster than intended, pulling gently against your restraints to test his grip. He allowed for some slack, but not much, which was fine by you.
“Good.” He relaxed back against the table, carefully unbuttoning his shirt with one hand like pulling a curtain back to reveal a grand masterpiece. You felt yourself grow more and more wet in your skirt. Your mouth filled with saliva as the hem of his shirt fell wider, exposing skin you couldn’t clearly see, but knew like the back of your hand. He pulled your hands higher, allowing your nails to lightly drag up along his body. Boldly, you opened your hands to feel his skin, how it was warm and slightly sweaty to the touch. From his sternum, he lowered your hands again, silently permitting you to feel him, feel how his chest heaved with every breath, how his abs flexed at your touch. You didn’t dare to speak. You were too enthralled by how attractive it was to be puppetted by your lover, let alone in your place of work, hidden from the rest of the world in the darkness. All you could do was feel and listen to each other’s breaths, laced with anticipation.
When your fingers caught on the hem of his waistband, you felt his grip on you loosen. Without a moment of hesitation, you grabbed and pulled the hem down just enough to free him. The bead of precum on his tip glistened in the dim light, evident when it dripped and warped the light with it. He tightened his grip again, guiding your hands to rest on his throbbing length. You wrapped your fingers around it gently, feeling how it flexed in your grasp. Xavier was watching intently when a soft glow started emitting from behind him like a halo. Your hands stroked him gently, catching the slit in his tip with your thumb every few strokes that caused his hips to jerk and a soft moan to slip through his lips. It didn’t take much for your hands to be coated in his precum, lubing him up easily.
Xavier’s composure was dwindling; you could hear it in his breathy voice while he commanded you, “Open”. His free hand braced on the crown of your head, slowly pulling your mouth closer to his throbbing head. Of course, you obliged by languidly offering your tongue to him, lapping at the parts of him that weren’t covered by your hands that coiled around the base of his cock. You started tamely by letting him feel the entire length of your tongue, slowly, torturously. His moans were barely bubbling in his chest, his eyes screwed shut, and the hand that puppetted you began to tremble.
A sinister thought crossed your mind. Your hands may have been bound, but he couldn’t control what your mouth did. In an instant, you took him in his entirety until you felt him tickle the back of your throat. You contracted your palate, tightening the suction you had on him like you were trying to swallow him whole.
“W-wait- ahhh,” he melted into a moaning mess with every bob of your head and sloppy slurp of your tongue as you stroked him with vigor. His head fell back, and his mouth hung open, letting every sound escape him unfiltered, “mmhng… Yes, just like that…” His sounds swirled around you, egging you on to continue even though your throat felt like it was getting bruised by your own enthusiasm.
The tension on your wrists dropped, and you peeked to see that Xavier had to support himself on the desk with both of his hands gripping the table to the point you could see his knuckles go white. You didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. Not while you had him in the palm of your hands and all those pretty noises were pouring out of him like a waterfall.
“F-fuck… you need to… stop,” his knees started to buckle, desperately wanting to collapse. “Starlight, please,” he choked on a moan before his hands flew to grab your hands in desperation to get you to stop. But he was already melted with no strength to pull you off, and nowhere to run while he was practically pinned to the desk behind him. His pleas fell on deaf ears while you kept your pace. All you wanted to hear was him breathless.
His hands braced on the table and your head when his body started to shake violently. Some amalgamation of a moan and a scream tore through him while his release shot into the back of your throat. Rope after rope, shudder after shudder, you began to slow down to savor the sounds and tastes of him. It was like an addiction left unchecked, the endless waves of delight crashing along your spine as his whimpers managed to find their way to your ears.
You were kind enough to let him ride his high to the very end, finally freeing him from your lips with a crisp pop. You swallowed everything he gave you with ease, licking your lips lustfully while gazing up at him with the look of pride and satisfaction glittering all over your face. With your hands, you had a little bit more fun stroking him lightly again before releasing him. His body jerked at the loss of you.
“You…” he steadied himself before he stood to tower over you, “are going to pay for that, my love.”
Oh no… You thought to yourself.
He delicately grabbed your hands and helped you stand, not seeming to mind the stickiness that thoroughly covered them. A gentle kiss was placed on the backs of your hands while he massaged your wrists, slowly pulling you free from his harness. “Do they feel okay? Did I hurt you?” The leather landed on the floor as he carefully examined your skin, scanning for any sign of damage.
“No, no, I’m okay, baby,” you quietly reassured him.
“Good…” he captured your lips, savoring the taste of him on your tongue, “I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.” His lips explored lower, kissing along the curve of your jaw, behind your ear, and on your carotid. He enjoyed feeling your pulse as it thrummed, especially if he was the reason it started to quicken. Your head felt light again as he sucked on your neck, and he only went harder when he heard your breath stutter for a second.
His hands drifted lower, his palms in a crazed search for your skin. His kisses followed, landing on your collarbone, your sternum, and down along the buttons of your uniform top until he was on his knees like a cleric before his god. The view before you wasn’t a foreign one. This wasn’t the first time he looked up at you with eyes that revered you with every fiber of his soul. But right now, in the dimness of the night and silence of the vacant office building, he was lost in his reverie.
A week without you was enough to erode him. And finally, you were in his clutches, staring down at him with eyes he believed held an eternal sunset.
He placed a kiss on your abdomen through your skirt as he delicately pulled the zipper on the back, nuzzling you and inhaling your scent as if you were going to fall through his fingers at any second. Your skirt hit the floor with a quiet swish. His hands lifted you by your ass and set you down on the cold surface of your desk. Chills ran through your spine, but you couldn’t tell if it was from the cold, his hands exploring under your shirt, or the wet lick he traced from your knee to the crease at your hips.
You relished his affection, the sensation of his love seeping from his touch into your blood. His tongue switched to kisses. Wet, agonizingly slow kisses that drew closer to your core, which was unmistakably leaking through your panties and onto the desk. The hand that snaked up your shirt fondled your breast, and tenderly pushed you down to the desk, all without abandoning your core that he was so infatuated with.
Not a muscle in your body objected; you obeyed the force he applied. Your anticipation began to boil when you felt his breath quiver against your skin. The cold air caught you by surprise when your panties were ripped off, but only for a second because Xavier was already sucking and licking your slick like a starved madman. Your breath was stolen, trapped in your chest, suffocating you gently. Lightning streaked across your body, igniting even your fingers and toes with every pass his tongue made over your aching clit.
Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded across your body, ebbing out from where Xavier was pampering you. The week left you starving for him more than you dared to admit to yourself, and the black hole swirling in your core simply devoured everything Xavier gave to you. Your eyes squeezed tightly, stars speckled and shifted in your vision, like they were being born from energy in the cosmos, then swallowed by the black hole, a cycle that echoed Xavier’s push and pull.
Your fingers found refuge deep in his hair as they curled tightly against his roots. You felt like a thread wrapped around his fingers and pulled taut. The more he consumed, the greater the tension.
His conscience floated further and further away from you, his only anchor being your succulent moans that reverberated through your body, then through his skull to his eardrums.
“Xavier,” a quiet moan from you. The thread was pulled tighter, unbearably so that the only thing on your mind was him.
“Mmm?” he moaned in response. The thread began to fray.
“Xavier… Xavier, I want to… please I... want to cum,” your lungs tightened. The air stopped moving through you, aside from little gasps of desperation as you clawed at his arms that kept your thighs on his shoulders.
“Cum for me,” his breathless voice pierced the air, “God, please. I want you to cum for me.” His mouth and tongue were perfect. Xavier knew how to bring you over the edge, the epitome of his mastery of your body. He kept on going, going, and going until the thread finally snapped.
The tension that riddled every muscle in your body was released like a tidal wave barreling over a crumbling dam. The air that froze in your lungs finally escaped in broken sobs. Your body trembled, shaking the table beneath you with no end in sight. The curve of your ass felt wet and cool as your body shook. Did I… squirt??? Your mind was fractured.
His tongue kept plunging deeper and deeper inside, catching every drop of your release before it could kiss the air. “Xav- Xavier, please I c-can’t take it, please please please.” You continued begging through sobs. Your body fought against his grip to no avail, trying to lift your hips away from his assault or even shove his head away from you. His fingers dug deeper into your thighs, undoubtedly leaving bruises on your flesh. He was too lost in tasting you. All you could make out from his loud slurps were hums and mumbles of bliss and pleasure. All you could do was feel with every ounce of your being, ebbing and flowing through consciousness.
Fucked out of your mind, your body finally fell limp against his hold, no longer having the energy to fight back. Only when he finally felt your body give up did he pry himself away from you. His warmth left you, and you suddenly realized your top was completely undone. “My love,” he cooed breathlessly, tracing soft circles in your thighs and hips as he ascended your body and left a trail of wet kisses along the way. “I’m not done with you just yet.” A gentle kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips, slowly and sensually. You kissed back the best you could, basking in the warmth of his body pressed into yours. “I need you to breathe for me,” he whispered into your lips, staring deeply into your soul with insatiable hunger.
“What?” you mumbled. You felt his cock tease your entrance, a warning, barely. You felt how hard he was again, how badly he needed to feel you, destroy you, fill you to the brink.
“Breathe.” The sensation of his length pushing past your sensitive, overstimulated clit made you scream. At least this time, he was gentle, opting to go slowly to milk your lungs of every moan, sigh, and sob before he bottomed out. The pace was agonizing, the way you felt the curve of his cock graze firmly against that sweet, sweet spot inside of you, how he was stretching you like it was your first time again. It’d only been a week; surely your body couldn’t have forgotten his shape already. But it felt like it did. It felt so good, too good, too much. Your legs swung sporadically in search of a place to brace yourself to run away from him, but there was nowhere to go. You shoved against his shoulders, but he was an unmovable force that wanted one thing and one thing only: to be entwined with you, body and soul, endlessly.
Against your weak protest, he peppered your chest with kisses between his breathy moans, hesitating every few from how your softness overwhelmed him, how your warmth enveloped him entirely. “I love you, hah.. You feel surreal, sucking me in like mmngh this… And… You’re all mine? Only I can feel this?” he babbled into your chest, already losing himself. “Please say it. Please say you’re all mine. Please please please…”
A smile crept to the corners of your lips. There was something endearing about how his composure always managed to vaporize when he was inside you like this. Despite being pinned beneath him, you still had a taste of control and authority over him.
“Xavier. My dear, sweet Xavier,” his stillness gave you the chance to breathe. “I am all yours. My body, mind, and soul…” You stroked his hair, coaxing him to look into your eyes again. Whatever ferocious beast that possessed him before disappeared, leaving only those soft, blue puppy eyes to stare up at you. But his eyes were heavy, still swirling with lust and love for you. “They are all yours, my beloved star.”
Something snapped in him. You could tell by the way his eyes fluttered shut, how he bit his lip and hissed the air out from his lungs.
“I will show you that I am all yours too, my beautiful starlight.” He lunged forward, sucking your neck with fervor, and his hips instantly started snapping into you. His mind was everywhere and nowhere, thinking about fucking you into oblivion, pleasuring you infinitely, stuck in his throes of passion that consumed every ounce of him.
“Mine, mine, mine,” you heard him mutter into your neck, “Mine and mine only… Fuck. You’re all mine.” Somehow, as he thrust into you with the ferality of a wild beast, he was able to mumble words while you were reduced to groans and gasps.
Your legs dangled freely over the edge of the desk, and his hand pinned both of yours above your head. Your body was so worn out that you had to take his barrage of electrifying pleasure. You were at his mercy, but it was okay because who knew ruthlessness could feel like heaven.
“Starlight,” he nibbled your ear, “Will you let me… cum inside?” He was beginning to falter. His tempo was getting lost in his very quickly swelling pleasure.
You almost didn’t hear him through how loud your voice had grown. His thrusts were getting sloopier by the second, so you knew. “Cum in me. Fill me with your seed. Claim me…” You barely got the words out before Xavier completely collapsed on top of you. His hips sputtered against yours. Warmth bloomed within you, undeniably from his cum filling you to the brink.
Silence returned to the air, with the exception of your and Xavier’s breaths synchronizing.
He lifted himself off of you and gazed at your features, illuminated by his halo that disappeared and reappeared at some point. Blush painted your chest, leading all the way up to the tips of your ears. Darker marks littered your neck and collarbone. Your lips were swollen and dry from how they hung open. Xavier was glistening with sweat. His bangs clung to his forehead and feathered along his eyelashes. He wasn’t in nearly as rough a shape as you were, but he was definitely more red than you were.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered and rested his forehead on yours.
You held his cheeks and lightly shook his head, “I missed you too. Apparently enough that we couldn’t wait until we got home.”
“Yeah…” he rubbed his neck sheepishly, “Should we get changed and do that?” You nodded and looked down to where you and Xavier were still connected. He carefully pulled out, earning a gasp from how empty you felt.
You moved slowly, limited by the jelly that your legs had become. He helped to get you dressed again, short of your panties that he wadded into a wet lump of fabric and shoved into his back pocket. You wanted to get out of the building quickly to not have to deal with the cum that was threatening to leak down your legs with every step. Xavier saw how silly you looked with your legs clenching together and smiled until his crescent-moon eyes appeared in your direction. He lifted you, princess style, and nuzzled you lovingly. “Why don’t I take us home the quicker way?”