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The metal was cool as it dragged down Xeno’s face, the smooth slide making him shiver. He was almost entranced by the way it felt, Stanley’s amber eyes warm and soft as he spoke his agreement. Senku didn’t mention the tactile affection, in fact he seemed to be purposefully ignoring it, continuing his spiel about the lunar mission.
The blonde soldier just nodded along, hand retreating to fiddle with his pack of cigarettes. Xeno blinked the daze from his mind, following in step beside him as they followed Senku back to the laboratory. Maybe it was the five year gap of little to no physical contact, but he nearly jumped straight in the air when a solid hand found its place on the small of his back, like a makeshift railing guiding him forward. Xeno was used to the respectful personal space that was given to him, his claws offering another extension of that space. The warm sunlight made him look ethereal, golden as he gave the scientist a toothy smile. Xeno gave his own smile in return, throat tightening as his gaze raked over the delicate features, so full of life now that the stone prison had been melted away.
Stanley had no clue the layout of the small city but it didn’t seem to matter, the man guiding Xeno like he hadn’t been encased in stone, barred from the world of the living. The familiar stench of tobacco didn’t bother the scientist as much as he thought, it was almost comforting as they entered the cool air of the building. He felt the soldier’s eyes on him, not oppressive or demanding, just simply there.The blonde’s gaze went up and down his frame multiple times before his attention was torn away by the other members of the lunar mission, eager to fill him in on all that was to be accomplished.
Metal tipped fingers dragged across the white linen material of Xeno’s coat like he was marking territory, the contact almost reluctantly leaving as Stanley was dragged away from him. He tried to quell his heart as the soldier disappeared through the door, reassuring himself that the blonde would return by the end of the day. His own gloves clinked together as Xeno’s fingers twitched with each beat of his heart, not able to calm the rushing in his ears.
“Xeno?” Senku’s voice snapped him from his daze, realizing he was staring at the door the soldier had disappeared through. “Are you listening?”
“Apologies,” he cleared his throat, hands clasped behind him. He hoped the green haired scientist didn’t notice the tremble in his fingertips. “Repeat what you just said.”
Xeno ignored the questioning ruby red eyes on him as the young scientist pointed at the fax paper that was pinned to the large cork board on the wall. He hoped that Stanley wouldn’t be long.
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He wished that he had requested a smaller office. Before Stanley was depetrified, the large space saved him from feeling claustrophobic, but now it just felt achingly empty. There were no windows, which added to the reclusive and barren feel.
His desk sat to the back, facing the large wooden door. The space behind the mahogany desk was covered in blueprints, notices and various other things Xeno had deemed important enough to keep. Xeno wasn’t resting at his desk however, the large padded office chair empty. He found himself lounging on the soft leather loveseat that Gen had deemed necessary for the office, despite Xeno’s protests. It was comfortable and convenient when the scientist had found his back aching from the hours pouring over schematics at his desk, but not willing to part with his work just yet. Not that he would tell Gen that, but he didn’t really need to, as more often than not Xeno would find himself falling asleep on the creamy brown leather.
Xeno was sure the man knew anyway, always observant. It was a quiet agreement that the bicolor haired man would arrive early to his office, nudging him awake as the sun breached the horizon. He wouldn’t mention the puffiness in the scientist’s cheeks, or the ashtray filled with half burned cigarettes even though Xeno didn’t smoke. Gen would always give a soft sort of smile, hands gentle as he would nudge the scientist awake, or when he would hand him a fresh mug of coffee. Rarely were words spoken between the pair, the man waking Xeno without a word and leaving just as silently.
The coffee had long since gone cold in his mug, almost slimy on his tongue as he sipped at it. The overhead light was hurting his eyes, the Edison bulbs flickering in a way that made Xeno’s head throb. The coffee table was messy as well, various plans strewn across the coffee stained top like confetti. Sighing, Xeno sat back on the cushions, neck craning to look at the analog clock ticking on the wall, hung above the pour over for his coffee.
Stanley still had not appeared, even after the sun set. And long after that as well, the little moon icon mocking Xeno where it lay painted on the face of the clock. The steel of his claws tapped on the ceramic mug, in time with the quiet ticking. White hair crowded his vision as he rested his cheek on the brown leather seating, mug precariously resting on his knee as his eyes drooped. The yellow light of the office burned at the back of his eyelids as Xeno willed the headache away, letting sleep drag him to unconsciousness.
Xeno was stirred from his dreamless slumber by the smell of tobacco. He had also changed positions, silently cursing as he realized his mug probably spilled all over the floor where it had slipped from his slack fingers. His eyebrows drew together as smoke stung his nostrils, grimacing. Maybe he had knocked the ashtray off the table in his sleep, scattering the noxious ash across the wooden floor. White hair was frizzy as he shifted, rolling to prop himself up off the couch. A warm hand stopped him, fingers smelling like tobacco and paper, gently pushing the white hair that had fallen across his face. Only then did the scientist realize the material under his head wasn’t leather but linen, soft and warm against his skin.
That same hand tickled Xeno's cheek, knuckles dragging as it petted at his pale skin. Xeno relaxed as it slid to comb through his hair, untangling the knots. He set his own clawed hand on the pillow beneath him, padded by flesh and blood rather than feathers.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Xeno murmured, mouth dry. He kept his eyes shut, taking in the sensations that flooded his other senses.
“Looked like you needed the sleep,” Stanley replied, hand still combing through his white locks.
“Are you saying I looked like shit?”
“You said it, not me,” Stanley huffed, smile in his voice as his hand stilled.
Xeno half believed he was still dreaming, finally cracking his eyes open. The overhead light had been flicked off, the lamp behind his desk casting a dramatic shadow on his empty mugs and unorganized papers strewn across the coffee table. The only thing convincing him it wasn’t a dream was the smoke that was curling through the air, sharp and pungent. It never smelled as bad in his memories, in his dreams it was always tinged smooth like incense. His fingers drummed Stanley’s knee, muted under the sound of the soldier sucking in a deep drag.
“Nice of you to prepare an ashtray ahead of time,” the blonde remarked, leaning over Xeno to stub the cigarette out in the decorative glass tray. He hummed in reply, rolling to look up at Stanley, delicate features doll-like.
“I didn’t want you burning a hole in my couch,” Xeno replied, smiling as the soldier rolled his eyes.
“That was one time in college and it wasn’t even your couch,” Stanley huffed, hand lightly smacking at Xeno’s chest. He had forsaken his coat on the back of his office chair, the warmth of the blonde’s hands bleeding through his thin button down. His tie was crumpled on the floor beside the coffee table, pulled off earlier when the scientist had started to feel claustrophobic in his barren, messy office.
“Same difference,” Xeno remarked, resisting sticking his tongue out like a child.
“Good to know you are still just as flippant,” the soldier shook his head good naturedly, fingers playing with the ceramic buttons of Xeno’s shirt. “Your mark fits you better like this, by the way.”
The warm light of the lamp made Stanley’s hair almost glow in the office, reflecting it back like the golden moon of Jupiter's, Io. The soldier was much like the moon, in his innermost circle, orbiting around Xeno like gravity itself was pulling him in. Io defended Jupiter from outsiders, elegant like its namesake, a golden guard. Gravity, radiation and maybe the gods kept them together, like Io and Jupiter.
One of Xeno’s hands reached up while the other encircled the tan hand on his chest. The symmetrical petrification marks that had once marred the man’s feminine features had retreated, a ghost of what they once were. For the first time in a while, the scientist wished he had taken off his gloves, the metal claws and white gloves a self imposed barrier as it traced the strong line of the soldier’s jaw. Xeno had long since memorized the man’s features, his mind offering up those detailed blueprints every time the scientist closed his eyes.
Still, nothing beat the real thing, the blonde leaning into his palm. His breath leaked through the white fabric, purple pigment smearing on the seams. The hand on his chest twisted, calloused fingers threading though his thin ones, grounding Xeno in the moment. In the moment where the scientist realized his knight had returned once again, that he wasn’t trapped in the tower of loneliness anymore.
His moon had returned to orbit him once again.
Long lashes that were kissing tan cheeks fluttered open as Xeno took in a shuddering breath, hand shaking where it rested against his strong jaw. He didn’t even realize his chin had started to tremble, that his black eyes were watery, vision blurring.
“Xeno? Are you alright?” Stanley asked, voice quiet. His free hand came up, smoothing his white locks back as salty tears spilled over.
“Mm,” Xeno managed out, swallowing thickly as he gave a minute nod. His thumb stroked at the soldier’s skin, limbs heavy.
Stanley let him cry, amber eyes watching with muted concern as Xeno’s tears soaked into his pant leg. Gentle fingers wiped the tracks from his cheeks, fingers smoothing the wrinkles in Xeno’s tight expression. Xeno felt positively pathetic, curling to hide his face in the soldier’s uniform, folding his arms in like a baby. The blonde just wrapped his arms around him in an awkward hug, breath tickling his flushed ears.
“I missed you,” Stanley breathed, hand rubbing between his shoulderblades. His other hand carded gently through his white hair, smoothing the frizzy locks.
“I, I missed you,” the words were stuck in his throat, saliva gummy in his mouth. “So much.”
“I’m not going to leave again,” his voice was smooth, like the low tone of a violin, music to Xeno’s ears. “I promise.”
He rubbed his face against the black linen shirt, smearing tears and snot against the crisp fabric. Stanley didn’t seem to mind, hand continuing to stroke at his back as Xeno took in shaky breaths.. They sat in silence as the scientist tried to even his breathing, pulling away from Stanley’s abdomen, sniffling. Xeno peered up at the blonde, who gave him a warm smile, hands coming to cup at his reddened cheeks.
Xeno let himself be pulled up, bracing on the man’s lap as they met, purple lipstick smooth against his mouth. There was an aftertaste of tobacco but the scientist didn’t care, turning his head to deepen the embrace. It felt better than anything his desperate mind had conjured up in his memories, when the loneliness would pierce just a little too deep at his bleeding heart. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him up as the blonde licked at the seam of Xeno’s lips, requesting entrance.
The aching in his chest wasn’t from lack of air alone, his ribs tightening around his thoracic cavity as the familiar taste of Stanley coated his tastebuds. He let his eyes fall shut as he parted his mouth, sucking in the taste of nicotine onto his soft palette. Xeno’s fingers felt clumsy as they held onto the blonde’s broad shoulders, drool dribbling from the corner of his lips. Stanley’s tongue traced along his canines, sliding alongside his tongue as he mapped out his mouth. They finally parted, the wet sound loud in the otherwise quiet office.
“You are crying again,” Stanley whispered, thumb dragging the warm tear off his flushed cheek.
“Maybe Taiju rubbed off on me,” Xeno sniffled, licking the beeswax pigment off his lips.
“Or you are just getting old,” Stanley grinned, the hand on his waist drumming the white fabric. “Heart softening with age.”
Xeno smacked at his shoulders, shifting so he rested sideways in the soldier’s lap with his legs splayed out on the leather loveseat. He hadn’t taken off his shoes, the rubber soles scuffing the chocolate brown cushion.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you even when you are old and decrepit,” Stanley pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, mapping a trail to his lips.
He couldn’t reply as the blonde lapped into his mouth, a low hum reverberating from his chest. The blonde suddenly became desperate, arms tightening around his lithe frame and locking him tight, like a human shaped bear trap. Xeno let him lead the kiss, giving a low moan as he wrapped his arms around the soldier’s shoulders. Calloused fingers untucked his dress shirt, goosebumps rising on his pale skin as they traced treasure trails up his vertebrae. He gripped at the back of the furniture as they parted, a hair’s breadth apart before meeting again. Stanley’s eyes were shut, long lashes tickling Xeno’s flushed skin.
Xeno sniffled as he reciprocated the kiss, tongue tracing canines and the soft flesh of his cheek. He couldn’t get enough of the taste, it burning in his veins, stoked by the feather light tracing of his back. An index finger dipped beneath the waistband of his pants, dragging across the line of warm skin hidden beneath the denim. Bending at the elbows, he tangled the metal claws through golden hair as he sucked in air through his nose, not willing to break the kiss. The finger continued to trace the warm line as Xeno’s lips slowly drew numb with the prolonged contact.
His whole body felt like it was vibrating, his nerves dancing like they had the plague. He knew he was trembling, that his fingers were shaky as they stroked blonde hair. Thin legs had bent up, tense as knees knocked together. The smell of tobacco and dry leaves was overwhelming Xeno’s senses, backed by the musky scent of shared saliva. They finally parted as Stanley’s hand dipped further beneath the waistband of his pants, gripping at the smooth skin of his backside.
“Stan,” Xeno warned as the blonde licked at his smeared purple lipstick. “Anyone can come into this office at any time.”
“I locked the door, don’t worry,” Stanley grinned, leaning in to try and capture another kiss. Xeno blocked the advance, turning his face away.
“Not the point,” he replied, hands leaving golden hair to try and pry the strong grip off his torso.
“C’mon Xeno,” Stanley breathed, pressing his lips to the cartilage of his ear. “Don’t you miss me?”
His hands fumbled on tan forearms as the blonde pressed a warm kiss to his ear, breath hot against the skin. Xeno couldn’t help tilting his head to let the man press kisses to the point of his jaw, to the sensitive skin beneath his ear. His hair was loose, piling on his shoulders as he cocked his head to expose the line of his throat. The wide hands on his body started moving again, nails digging at the pale skin hidden beneath his clothes.
“Stanley,” Xeno panted, hands sliding to grasp at his shoulders. He felt cottonmouthed, spine starting to ache from the twist. A hot tongue licked up the line of his neck, a moan scratching at his throat. “Someone is going to find, find us.”
“It’s late,” Stanley breathed against his skin, pausing right above his collar. Xeno shivered as teeth grazed his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and ground himself. “Everyone else is sleeping.”
His arms felt weak as the blonde sucked at the space beneath his jaw, tongue rhythmically lapping as the skin started to bruise. A low groan resounded in his chest as they shifted, Xeno letting the man turn them so he was laid back against the loveseat, white hair piling on the armrest. Stanley wrapped his thin legs around his waist, hands digging into the cushions as he leaned over him. The lamp cast them in a private curtain of shadow, backlighting the soldier in a warm glow. Wrapping his arms around his neck, Xeno pulled the man down and met him with a soft kiss. He knew that if he stared too long at the man looming over him he would cry again, and he didn’t need to give the soldier any more ammunition that he already had gotten.
Stanley hummed against his mouth, noses brushing as he tried to suck the air from Xeno’s lungs with every slide of their lips together. Steel claws scratched at the hair on the soldier’s nape, making the man shiver with the cool sensation. He couldn’t help the gurgly moan that bubbled up from his throat as their hips met, denim catching on denim. The shuffling of their bodies was muted as the soldier rocked against him, heat bleeding through the fabric. Xeno was embarrassingly hard, breaking the kiss to pant openly into the stuffy office air. The blonde didn’t let him recover, placing smudged lip prints across his jaw, then down his neck like perverted stamps of devotion. He moaned, saliva pooling in the back of this throat as tan fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, goosebumps alighting on his skin as it was exposed. Warm palms dragged across his narrow ribcage, arching his back up to meet plush lips. He let his own gloved hands snake through the soldier’s locks like a lifeline as a hot tongue dragged over the peak of his pectoral, beginning to map the pale skin.
Canines scraped over his nipple, the warmth of his mouth easing the sharp sting. One of Stanley’s hands skated over, rolling his other between calloused fingertips as his teeth bit gently at the sensitive flesh. He couldn’t help pressing the man’s face firmly against his chest as the blonde lapped at the peak, hips jerking with each drag. The soldier replied in kind, a low moan joining his own as he ground against Xeno’s groin. Warm lips sealed around the peak, cheeks hollowing as he sucked at Xeno’s chest, his fingers still rolling the other nipple methodically. Xeno couldn’t help the desperate moan that left his throat, arching into the touch as the man worked over him, hips flush and demanding. His body went limp as Stanley retreated, sticky saliva glimmering on his pale skin in the low light. The soldier moved to press open mouthed kisses along his ribcage, tan hands forcing the deep arch in his back to meet him halfway. The rhythmic roll of their hips together made the scientist feel lightheaded, trying to ground himself by hanging onto soft golden hair.
“You, you are just as beautiful as I remember,” Stanley breathed against his ribs, tickling the sensitive skin. Xeno gave a low, humming moan as his tongue traced up his sternum.
“And so are you,” Xeno panted, craning his head forward to meet the man’s lips. It was an open mouthed embrace, tongues sliding against each other briefly before the soldier retreated again, back to his trembling chest.
“It seems,” Stanley breathed against his skin, kissing down his linea alba. “That you’ve been fed well.”
“Are you,” Xeno gave a breathy laugh, cut off with a sharp groan when Stanley dug their hips together. “Saying I got fat?”
The soldier smiled against his abdomen, pressing a kiss to his navel. He didn’t answer right away, tongue dipping in before retreating to map a treasure trail up to his ribcage again. Xeno pushed his cowlick from his face unsuccessfully as amber eyes watched him, sucking a mark to the meat of his chest. He locked his ankles around the soldier’s lower back, hips stuttering as he struggled to keep eye contact. His lips felt chapped with the continued panting, tongue clumsy as it tried to wet the dry flesh.
“It’s a compliment,” Stanley finally replied, after sucking a purple mark to his pectoral. He pressed a soft kiss to the mark before continuing. “You look beautiful.”
Xeno’s flushed skin deepened, feeling like he was under a microscope as hooded eyes watched his response, heat soaking through his pants as the soldier continued the rhythm of their hips. The hair on the back of his head was frizzy, staticky as he was rocked against the loveseat. Plush lips pressed a final, open mouthed kiss to his chest before leaning away, Xeno swallowing the disappointed sound that caught in his chest.
“It's cramped in this position,” Stanley hummed, glancing around the office as his fingers played with the waistband of Xeno’s pants.
“Well I didn’t get the furniture with the purpose of having sex on it,” Xeno replied, licking his lips.
“Hindsight is 20/20 huh? Next time we will have to get a bigger couch,” Stanley grinned, the heat of his crotch retreating as he unlocked Xeno’s thin legs from around his waist.
“That was not what I meant,” Xeno remarked back, shakily sitting up on the leather loveseat. “And you know it.”
“I haven’t a clue what you mean,” Stanley grinned, scooting back to stand up. He pulled Xeno up after him, fingers intertwining with his gloved ones. “Come here.”
Xeno stumbled over his feet as the blonde led him toward the desk, skirting around the stacks of papers that lay piled on the floor. The soldier didn’t remark on the disarray his office was in. Stanley found his seat in the cushioned chair, dragging the scientist to sit on his lap, back to chest. Muscular arms wrapped around his torso, resting his head on Xeno’s narrow shoulders and sucking in a deep sigh.
“How is this less cramped than the loveseat?” Xeno questioned, hands resting on the man’s forearms.
“I thought you didn’t want to have sex in your office at all,” Stanley smiled, pressing a kiss to the point of his shoulder. “Now you are complaining about what piece of furniture we are on?”
“Oh shut up,” Xeno rolled his eyes, smacking lightly at the man’s arms. “You know what I mean.”
“No actually,” Stanley’s lips were on his ear again, wet and insistent. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Xeno shivered as his hot breath tickled his ear canal, digging his hips into the prominent bulge the soldier had in his pants. A wide hand dragged to the front of Xeno’s pants, cupping at his crotch. He moaned openly as fingers massaged him over his clothes, head lolling back onto the man’s shoulders. Teeth grazed the shell of his ear, a hot tongue tracing the flushed cartilage. His hands braced on the armrests of the chair as Stanley continued to massage him, fingers pressing against his perineum. Xeno’s mouth was open obscenely, gasping into the quiet office as the blonde kissed at his ear, tongue dipping in briefly before retreating. Heat was simmering under his skin, making him burn from the inside out.
“C’mon Xe,” Stanley whispered in his ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin. “Tell me what you mean.”
He let out a gurgly moan, hands trembling where they gripped at the armrests. The button of his pants was popped free, the soldier easily opening his fly to expose his underwear. The arm around his torso tightened as he was lifted up, Stanley easily pulling his pants to his knees. His legs trembled as they braced on the floor, feeling incredibly naked as that same warm hand snaked between his pale thighs. The thin cotton undergarment did little to block the sensation of Stanley’s fingers, hips twitching erratically as fingers massaged between his legs, pressing against his hole. The soldier had moved to kiss at his neck as he forced Xeno to sit back down, grinding his clothed erection against his lower back. There was a dark wet mark on the front of his crotch, not being able to help the high pitched moan in his chest as Stanley rubbed at his dick over his underwear. Calloused fingers traced his erection, thumb teasing under the head as he rolled against Xeno’s backside. His vision was blurry at the myriad of sensations, heat pooling thick in his gut.
His head felt heavy as he turned to face the blonde, meeting the man with an off center kiss. Stanley lapped at his teeth, swallowing every desperate sound that Xeno made. Saliva was leaking out from the embrace, hot streaks racing down his face and neck as they continued to kiss. The blonde bit at his lower lip, pulling at it as his fingers dug their way under the waistband of Xeno’s underwear. His whole body flushed hot as fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hands desperately grabbing at Stanley’s head to hold their kiss. He couldn’t help the whine that curled from his throat as the blonde’s hand began to move, slide eased by precum.
“St-Stan,” Xeno panted, hips stuttering. Stanley was grinding against his ass with each slide of his hand, Xeno not sure what sensation he should chase.
Stanley hummed in response, amber eyes watching him. Xeno squeezed his eyes shut as his groin was exposed to the air, the wet sound of the blonde’s hand echoing in the office. The kiss was messy as they met again, the slide making his lips numb. He was sure he was ripping out blonde strands with how intensely he was yanking at Stanley’s scalp, but the man didn’t seem to mind, pressing warmly against his chapped lips. Xeno felt pathetically close to climaxing, tan fingers sliding across his length and teasing under his glans. The soldier must’ve realized this, hand stilling at the base and squeezing.
“Not yet,” the blonde breathed against his mouth. Xeno gave a moan in response, pressing back against the bulge in Stanley’s pants.
“Stan, Stan please,” Xeno panted, hands tightening in his hair. “I’ve been waiting so long.”
“Wait a little longer,” Stanley quelled, nose nudging Xeno to rest back against his shoulder. His grip loosened on the base of his dick, Xeno twitching as sticky fingers dragged along his raphe, deeper into his remaining undergarment.
His hips were lifted once again, Xeno mourning the loss of contact against his back. Stanley pushed his underwear down, pushing both his pants and undergarment to fall past his knees and pool at his ankles. Now exposed, Stanley curled him back down, the slide of his fly textured against Xeno’s backside. It was overwhelming, the rough denim sliding between the flesh and catching on his perineum, making his hips jerk erratically. The soldier’s chin dug into his collarbone as he peered down at his hand beginning to move over Xeno again, fingers slow and methodic. His own expression was tight, vision obscured by his black lashes as he looked at the dramatic shadows dancing across the ceiling from the floor lamp.
Stanley’s own breathing was picking up, hand eager as it cupped at him, fingers sliding to press hot between Xeno’s legs. Plush lips pressed against his racing pulse, arms heavy as they held onto the soldier’s scalp. He couldn’t formulate anything coherent, voice cracking as calloused finger pads skated lightly over his hole. Warm kisses were sucked against the column of his throat, Xeno’s nerves jumping with electricity as fingers, sticky with precum, pressed against the tight ring of muscles. His body was damp with sweat, spine trembling as he curled, trying to encourage the man’s touch. Stanley didn’t press in however, fingers curling away with a disappointed whine from the man.
“Easy,” his voice is smooth against Xeno’s skin, buttery as he drew his fingers up, hovering them in front of them.
Xeno’s head felt incredibly heavy as he forced it off the man’s shoulder, gathering saliva in his cheeks. The blonde pressed light kisses to the protruding vertebrae of his neck as he spittled as much fluid as he could on the tan digits. After he deemed them wet enough, Stanley’s hand retreated, sliding back between the flesh of his ass to circle his entrance. Like a magnet, Xeno’s head lolled back again, mouth gaping as Stanley licked into his mouth. The soldier swallowed the gurgling moan in his throat as the tip of his index finger breached the tight muscle, not being able to help ripping at the man’s hair. A clawed hand braced on the armrest again, gaining a vantage point to try and slip Stanley’s finger deeper. The slide of their lips was addicting, Xeno’s eyes squeezing shut as the soldier relented, index finger slowly sinking to the knuckle.
He had denied himself such sensations in the time the soldier had been gone, some part of him not willing to enjoy any sort of primal pleasure. But now that his knight had returned, those urges came back with a vengeance, urging Xeno to chase the pleasure he had denied himself for so long. It was so much better than he remembered, the slightest sensations making his mind spin like he was on a carousel.
The arm wrapped around his torso tightened as he began to pump slowly, locking the man into the embrace. His own legs were jelly, trembling as the tip of his finger dragged just right, Stanley swallowing the pathetic noise caught on his teeth. The soldier’s hips were grinding more erratically against his lower back, the material damp with the precum that had soaked through. It felt like there was honey in his veins, his body entranced by the friction of his finger. Another finger pressed against his hole, Xeno nodding into the kiss as it paused, waiting for permission.
“Please,” Xeno’s words were slurred, not daring to part from the blonde’s mouth. His hand slid to brace on the man’s nape, tongue lapping at drool slick lips.
His climax was building again, abdomen tense as Stanley’s fingers began to pump, curling up to massage against his prostate. Xeno’s gloved hand left the armrest, not being able to resist the desire for friction. The long claws clinked as he wrapped his hand around his dick, moaning loudly into the blonde’s mouth. Before he could begin the delicious slide, the arm around his torso twisted, wide hand wrapping over his gloved one.
“I told you, not yet baby,” Stanley's voice was muffled against his mouth, breaking the kiss to pull Xeno’s hand away. The fingers inside him didn’t cease, the slow slide burning Xeno from the inside out.
“I need, I need to,” Xeno struggled to formulate the words, writhing in the man’s lap.
“I know,” the blonde murmured, adept fingers twisting Xeno’s trembling ones. He sunk the fingers inside him to the knuckles, slowly massaging his sensitive insides as he maneuvered thin fingers with his other hand. “Just a little longer, okay?”
“I can- I can’t,” Xeno protested, shoes sliding on the wooden floor as he tried to roll against the stagnant fingers inside of him. “Stan, I can't.”
His muscles felt weak as he collapsed against the soldier’s solid chest, hair knotting on the back of his head as he shook it pathetically. The blonde was murmuring reassurance as he continued to squirm, hand leaving the man’s neck to brace on the other armrest. He felt helpless as Stanley’s fingers began to move again, heat snaking through his veins like molten silver. Canines dug into his bottom lip as his fingers sped up, a faint slick sound making his ears hot. The sounds were escaping his chest involuntarily as Stanley began to mouth at his neck again, tongue dragging hot tracks up and down the smooth skin. Tears were building behind Xeno’s closed eyelids, threatening to spill over his flushed pale cheeks. He was catapulting toward the edge rapidly, hips humping at the fingers that were sliding deliciously inside of him.
“I’m, I’m going, I-” Xeno babbled, eyes snapping open as his spine tightened in anticipation, taut like a bowstring.
Stanley’s fingers stilled once again, causing a pathetic sob to rip from his chest as he was denied release once again. A warm hand was still engulfing his own, forcibly extending his index finger.
“I’ll help you,” his voice was warm against his ear, making him shiver despite the fever in his muscles.
Xeno gave a high whine as the blonde guided the tip of his claw to his flushed, leaking dick. The metal was cool, a blissful feeling that contrasted the heat radiating off his length. The steel was smooth against the messy head, flickering in the low lamplight as precum gathered on the material.
“I don’t want to be done too quickly,” Stanley breathed, the tip of his tongue tracing the entrance of his ear canal before continuing. “I missed you, you know?”
Xeno nodded, chewing on his chapped bottom lip. Breath was puffing between his teeth, loud and desperate as he let the blonde guide his hand. His chest was heaving as the thin metal edge of his claw pressed gently against the slit of his dick, quickly heating up with the contact.
“I want to make you feel good,” Stanley murmured against the cartilage, slowly pressing the claw into the small channel. “Make you feel good all night.”
He released his bottom lips from the cage of his teeth, a breathy groan echoing in the office. Stanley gave a low moan of his own, kissing at the flushed skin as he gently guided Xeno’s hand. The fingers inside of him began to move again, retreating to just the tips as Stanley's ring finger pressed against the muscle, wiggling to slip in. Xeno’s free hand was bracing on the armrest, whole body trembling as his other hand was forced down, blocking any release that could spill out. Stanley’s name was pulled from his chest inadvertently as the third finger joined in stretching his entrance, the burn addicting as they sank inside. His throat hurt from the gasping, the heat seeping from the man beneath him making him feel overwhelmed. The blonde’s breathing was intense, audible as he dragged his erection against the small of Xeno’s back.
The hand mirroring his own tightened, forcing Xeno’s wrist to move, the claw dragging inside the narrow channel in measured movements. He couldn’t stop the full body shaking, shoes sliding on the floor as the sensations made his nerves go haywire, brain mush as the friction made every neuron fire off at the same time. The loud groan that crawled from his chest was cut off by Stanley’s mouth, lips capturing his own and swallowing the pathetic sound. The fingers inside him stalled, curling rhythmically before retreating and taking the burning stretch with them. Xeno couldn’t stop the tears spilling over his waterline as he cracked his eyes open, meeting the blown pupils of the other man. A pathetic sound gurgled in his chest as the hand that was inside him gripped at the base of his dick, squeezing tightly around the metal still inserted. He collapsed against the blonde’s solid chest as his hand was pulled away, the pressure that had been building easing as the metal slipped out. There was a wet sound as the fluid blocked now flowed freely, precum bubbling up over his flushed length.
They kissed for a moment, Xeno forcing his eyes to stay open as he sucked the saliva from the man’s mouth like it was some perverted water of life. Stanley’s hands slid to grip at his inner thighs, pulling at the meat as he grinded against Xeno’s back, bunching the dirty button up between their bodies. The texture of his tastebuds made his eyes slightly roll back, paired with the hot press of calloused fingertips to the inside of his pale thighs. There was a wet smack that resounded as they parted, Stanley’s tongue lapping at the strings of saliva that dribbled across his flushed skin.
“Can you stand?” he asked, pressing a warm kiss to the corner of his lips. Xeno shook his head, blinking the watery tears from his vision.
“I can’t,” his voice sounded weak, gasping and exhausted as he accepted the chaste press of the man’s plush lips.
“I’ll help you,” the blonde replied, hands sliding over his skin to grip at his sides, lifting.
Xeno felt like a ragdoll, body dead weight as the soldier stood up, gently easing the pair to their feet. The pants around his ankles made it hard for him to step forward, awkwardly shuffling forward as Stanley laid him chest down on his messy desk. The various papers crinkled under his torso, the cup of pens knocking over as clumsy limbs were folded to his sides, dragging across the wooden top. The papers felt cool against cheek as he relaxed against the unforgiving furniture, the clink of Stanley undoing his pants making his nerves buzz with anticipation. He dragged his eyes back, his peripheral blurry as the blonde finally released his erection from the confines of his clothes. Xeno let out a low moan, vision suddenly sharpening as it took in the messy tip, the flushed color. He rocked his hips back, the heat emanating from Stanley’s dick burning his bare ass.
“Please Stan,” Xeno slurred, papers wrinkling as he dragged his arms underneath him, bracing on his elbows.
The man didn’t reply, a low groan escaping his chest as Xeno continued to rock against him, precum streaking hot down his skin, pooling on his stretched hole. Warm hands gripped at his hips, crescent moon marks stinging as he reciprocated the grind, the head of his dick catching deliciously on Xeno’s entrance. The button of the blonde’s pants was digging into the back of his thighs as they continued, using every ounce of his remaining strength to drag against the flushed length. His neck hurt from how he had it stretched, desperately trying to keep focus on each addicting slide between the flesh of his ass. Stanley’s whole body shuddered with a particular sticky slide, delicate features drawn together tight with pleasure as spit pooled on his kiss swollen lips. Long lashes fluttered open as he arched Xeno’s spine in a sharp angle, blown pupils shrouded by messy hair as he lined up.
Xeno’s entire body tensed at the intrusion, thicker than the fingers that prepped him but so much more satisfying. His head dropped down between his shoulders, gazing at the wrinkled papers that were victims to their arousal. Stanley’s hands tightened on his hips, no doubt leaving red compression bruises as he sunk to the base, hips flush against his pale ass. Xeno felt hot spit splatter against his skin, sliding to ease the burning stretch around the blonde inside him. His mouth was open as he panted, the man above him stilling inside him as he waited for him to adjust to the stretch. The vertebrae on his spine were tight as he braced on the desk, slowly rocking his ass back against the soldier’s. Stanley let him, hands guiding the slow, unsteady pace of his thin hips. It felt better than anything Xeno remembered, his own length hanging forgotten between his legs as he was splayed out on the desk like a cat in heat.
“Fuck Xeno,” Stanley panted, hands leaving his hips to push his open button up his spine, tracing the musculature of his back. “You feel so good, so fucking good.”
He gave a low moan in response, hips speeding up at the praise. The sharp sound of skin against skin echoed in the shadowed office, his hair curtaining his face as he pressed back eagerly, chasing release. Drool was stringing from his open mouth, soaking into the ruined papers that were crumpled beneath his prone figure. Stanley’s hands skated over Xeno’s shirt, fingertips digging into his shoulders and forcing him to arch even further back. The blonde began to meet with his shaky movements, the flesh of his ass growing red and raw with each crack of their skin. He couldn’t keep his eyes open as the pace continued, the curve of his dick inside him brushing against his prostate with each thrust. Turning his face toward the ceiling, Xeno tried his best to hold onto the desk, hands crumpling papers and pens in their desperate attempt to ground himself. Stanley was panting, groaning as Xeno squeezed around him, the low sound joining his own pathetic moaning.
Wide hands suddenly released his shoulders, the man bending down and trapping Xeno in a bear hug, face pressing deep into the crook of his neck. Stanley was murmuring into his flushed skin with every grind of his hips, abusing his sensitive insides.
“I missed you,” Stanley panted, kissing at his pulse. “Fuck, you feel so good Xeno. Fuck, I thought about you all day.”
Xeno gasped as canines sunk into his sensitive neck, holding on as the man’s hips slowed, resting flush against his ass. The blonde pulled him up and away from the desk, arms tight around his torso. He couldn’t brace his feet on the floor, the toes of his shoes slipping the flooring as Xeno was held up by Stanley’s arms, his own hands reaching back to tangle in the messy golden hair on the back of the soldier’s head. The man’s hips began to move again, the new angle making Xeno tremble, helpless as his body was used for chasing that hot, addicting feeling. His lungs hurt from the heavy panting, lightheaded as the blonde captured his lips again, sucking the oxygen from his throat. The slide scalded his muscles as the pace increased, his whole body shaking as he was pushed closer and closer to his climax.
“Stanle-ley,” Xeno breathed against his mouth, holding onto golden locks for dear life. “I’m gonna, fuck - I’m-”
He was cut off by Stanley’s tongue sliding along his own, the kiss off center and sloppy. His ribs pinched as the blonde sped up, the sharp crack of skin on skin making Xeno’s head spin. There was a thin sheen of sweat that covered his entire body as he was brought to the precipice, the denial from before making it that much more intense. It felt like his spine was going to snap in two as Xeno arched against the man, the balls of his feet scrambling against the flooring as he climaxed, untouched. Stanley moaned into his mouth as he clenched down the length still inside him, nose whistling as he tried to stabilize his breathing. His eyes cracked open as they rested, breaking the mesh of their mouths to peer down at his desk. Papers laid scattered across the top, crumpled and disordered. The cup of pens had been strewn across the desk, the old mugs of coffee knocked over to stain the various files in the vicinity. There was now also a milky white fluid splattered on some of the desk, making Xeno flush at the realization he had just stained important work documents with rather obscene bodily fluids.
“I’m going to have to,” Xeno breathed, hips jerking as the blonde adjusted inside him. “Redo all those papers.”
“I’ll help,” Stanley smiled against his ear as he slowly set Xeno’s feet back on the floor, legs shaking. “But there are more pressing matters.”
The blonde was still hard inside him, hips flush as he guided the pair back into the office chair. His legs felt like jelly as they collapsed in the seat, sweat soaking through his button down as he leaned back against Stanley’s muscular chest. Xeno clumsily pried his shoes off with his feet, the leather loafers clapping on the floor as he haphazardly discarded them. Next were his pants and underwear, a low groan of frustration rumbling in his throat as they got caught on his heels. The blonde gave a good-natured laugh, adept fingers helping pull the offending garments off. Shifting, Xeno let out a low moan as Stanley brushed against his abused prostate, the man’s tan skin flushing deeper at the movement. He didn’t know what to do with his hands as Stanley’s own fingers gripped at the back of his knees, widening his legs and bringing them up toward his chest.
Xeno felt incredibly exposed at the action, claws wrapping around the metal armrests of the chair as the blonde’s hips began to move again. He had buried his face in Xeno’s neck, mouthing at the skin as the slow slide of his hips picked up. His own dick had grown hard with the stimulation, precum leaving a sticky mark on his abdomen as he rocked with each thrust. Xeno felt like he was laying in a warm bath, the burning of his muscles, the warm hands gripping at his bare legs, the plush lips whispering honey coated words into his sweaty skin. It was all too much.
The blonde seemed to be approaching his own climax, hips growing more erratic with each thrust. Xeno’s mouth was dry as he moaned into the air, feeling like Stanley was going to burst through his abdomen with each snap of his hips. A low groan vibrated against his neck as he felt the man release inside him, the feeling burning him from the inside out. Muscular hips were jerking against his ass, not being able to help clenching down as the man rode out his climax. Stanley seated himself fully inside as he came down from his orgasm, hot sticky fluid leaking out from where they were connected. He groaned as his legs were set back down, socked feet sliding on the smooth flooring. Wide hands rubbed at his over sensitive skin, callouses catching on his pale thighs as they mapped out the expanse. Xeno was trembling, ignoring his own leaking dick in order to mirror his hands over Stanley’s. The blonde hummed at the action, resting his chin on Xeno’s shoulder and peering down at their hands.
“I love you,” Xeno broke the silence, keeping his gaze on their hands. Maybe it was in the heat of the moment, with the blonde still inside him, with the haze of his first climax still clouding his senses. “Don’t ever leave again.”
“I love you too,” Stanley murmured, hands shifting under his thin ones. “I promise I won’t, you can kill me if I do.”
“I’ll keep you to that,” Xeno laughed, breath caught in his throat as it shifted the length inside him.
“That’s why I said it,” the blonde smiled, rubbing the apples of their cheeks together and tangling their ratty locks. “Want some help with this?”
Warm hands slid out from under his own, two palms grasping at Xeno’s still hard dick, teasing the slit. Xeno gave a short nod, chewing on his bottom lip as his over sensitive nerves sent electricity through his veins. He kept his own hands on the top of his thighs, letting the blonde work over him, precum easing the slide. It didn’t take much to bring him to the edge, overstimulated from previous administrations. Stanley licked at his chapped bottom lip, soft kisses guiding him through his second orgasm of the night.
Cum splattered weakly over Stanley’s knuckles, the opaque fluid dripping off his tan skin. His chest hurt from the inability to suck in enough oxygen, dizzy as they parted with a slick sound. He relaxed back against the soldier’s still clothed chest, shifting as he felt him softening inside him. Xeno realized he was embarrassingly naked while the blonde was still completely dressed, save his exposed groin.
“I need a bath,” Xeno sighed after a moment, Stanley’s hands leaving his softening length.
He watched as fingers wiped the gummy fluid on black pants, staining it milky white. The blonde didn’t verbally reply, hands sliding to brace on his hips and slowly lift him off. Xeno tried to help, using his remaining strength to push up off of the man, leaning forward to brace on the desk. Hot, sticky fluid streaked down his inner thighs as they disconnected, the low groan that Stanley gave making his dick twitch.
“I could go for another round,” the soldier offhandedly remarked, calloused fingers gathering the rapidly cooling fluid on his inner thighs.
“Again?” Xeno breathed, fingers slipping as he tried to steady himself on the desk. His hands were sweaty beneath his gloves, making them itch.
“I’ve been waiting five years Xe,” Stanley’s hands trailed up as he spoke, pulling the meat of his ass apart. “Can’t a guy be a little pent up?”
“We have all the time in the world to-” Xeno began, flinching as lips met the reddened flesh of his backside.
Warm fingers massaged at the skin, plush lips kissing gently as they trailed toward his entrance. He held himself steady against the edge of the desk as a hot tongue lapped over the sensitive ring of muscles, throat scratchy as he let out a low moan. His knees were trembling as hands spread the flesh, tongue curling to swipe the remnants of cum from inside him. A sharp lungful of air pierced his chest as Stanley’s mouth dragged away, tongue lapping at his perineum briefly before continuing down.
“Stanley,” Xeno warned, it sounding pathetic even to his own ears as the blonde lapped his own cum off the inside of pale thighs. A warm open mouthed kiss was pressed to the back of his thigh before the soldier conceded, standing up to spin Xeno around. The wood was cool against the back of his thighs, a blissful contrast as he tried to stop his vision from reeling.
“Understood princess,” Stanley grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“I’m naked and I already ruined enough papers for tonight,” Xeno smacked at his shoulders as the man tried to squeeze at the meat of his ass again.
“Just for tonight? We can ruin some more tomorrow night?”
“You are unbelievable,” he rolled his eyes, letting the man stand him straight. The blonde had already tucked himself back into his pants, though his appearance was still flushed, golden hair frizzy and tangled.
Their teeth clacked as they kissed, a brief embrace before the blonde pulled away, bending down to help Xeno back into his clothing. Looking at least halfway presentable, he smoothed his hair back, wincing at the tug of his metal claws on his scalp. Stanley’s arm wrapped around his waist as he slipped his loafers back on, the pair side stepping the messy desk to head toward the exit.
“I’ll have to wake up early to fix all those papers,” Xeno remarked as the soldier opened the door for him. The hallway was dark as the office door sliced the lamp light off with a metallic click.
“It’s alright,” the soldier was already digging in his front pocket for another cigarette. “I’ll help with it.”
The moon was still high in the sky as they exited onto the street, the inky sky telling them it was still deep into the night. The crescendo of crickets was comforting, bats flitting across the sky, backlit by the silver lunar body. No one else was walking around the small city, the sodium lights dim and low to the streets. Tobacco smoke clogged his nostrils as Xeno guided them toward the lodging, scrunching his expression. Despite the sting, he leaned against the soldier, happy that at least the smell was coming from the man’s actual nasty habit and not the pathetic illusion Xeno had conjured up when he let the cigarettes burn untouched. Those lonely nights were only a nasty memory, the solid presence of the soldier reassuring him that Xeno wouldn’t have to fall into an empty bed anymore, or clutch tobacco to his chest as salty tears clogged his sinuses.
Stanley’s warm palm rubbed at his side as they continued their saunter down the street, pulling him from his contemplation. His other hand pulled the cigarette from his kiss swollen lips as he pressed a kiss to Xeno’s ratty hair, sucking in a deep breath through his nose.
“We have all the time in the world to fix stuff,” Stanley whispered into his hair, voice almost drowned out by the song of crickets.
“All the time in the world,” Xeno agreed, leaning into the embrace as he glanced at the canvas of stars. Stanley’s golden gaze was on his face, following his line of sight to the heavens. They had stopped in the street, the crickets fading as they both peered up into space, beyond the atmosphere.
Just like the planet, Xeno was nothing without his golden moon. He peered up at the twinkling stars, the new constellations and the bright light flickering down from Venus, planet of love. Jupiter was easy to spot and the scientist half believed he could see the small golden moon as well, wrapping around the striped gas giant like a celestial fence. Io was Jupiter’s moon, and Stanley was his. Jupiter was Io’s guiding force, and Xeno was Stanley’s.
Like it always has been, and always will be.