(WARNING FOR THE UNDERAGED USERS, THE CONTENT BELOW IS ADULT CONTENT)
The room was dimly lit, a soft glow emanating from the bedside lamp, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Xavier's heart hammered in his chest as he gently parted Alvin's legs, his gaze lingering on the other man's delicate features, etched with a hint of both excitement and trepidation.
Xavier hesitated for a moment, his breath catching at how beautiful Alvin looked in the dim light, almost ethereal. "You're driving me insane," he muttered, his voice a hoarse whisper filled with want. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
Alvin's lips curled into a small, teasing smirk despite the tension between them. "Oh, I've got a pretty good idea," he quipped, his sarcasm barely masking the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "I've seen that look in your eyes for days now."
With trembling hands, Xavier unbuttoned Alvin's shirt, revealing a canvas of pale, unblemished skin. Each button slipped through the fabric with a whisper, echoing the unspoken promise of passion between them. As the shirt fell away, Alvin's chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, his eyes never leaving Xavier's.
"Don't get too cocky, Alvin," Xavier murmured, his gaze dark and heated as he took in every inch of Alvin's bare skin. "This isn't about control anymore. This is... something else."
Alvin's smirk softened into something more vulnerable, though the flicker of defiance still danced in his eyes. "I don't remember asking for gentle." His voice was breathless, but there was an edge to it, a challenge in the way his fingers tangled in Xavier's short black hair, pulling him closer.
The air grew thick with desire as Xavier leaned in, his breath hot against Alvin's neck. He kissed him, a soft press of lips that seemed to ignite a fire within both of them. Alvin's hand tightened in Xavier's hair, a silent plea for more, his usual sarcasm melting away under the weight of the moment.
Xavier grinned against Alvin's skin, sensing the shift in him. "You're all talk until this moment, aren't you? You don't always have to be in control, Alvin."
"Who said I wasn't in control?" Alvin breathed, his voice softer now, but still defiant. His body, however, betrayed him, arching into Xavier's touch as his fingers ghosted over his skin.
Xavier's dominant nature took over, his movements becoming bolder, his kisses deeper, his hands exploring the contours of Alvin's body with a gentle but insistent touch. He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Alvin's gaze again, his deep red eyes searching for any sign of hesitation.
Alvin's lips parted as he caught his breath, but instead of words, he let his actions speak. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck, the ultimate act of surrender that left Xavier breathless.
"You're... something else," Xavier muttered, his voice low, filled with both awe and hunger. He lowered his mouth to Alvin's collarbone, pressing heated kisses along the skin as his hands roamed lower.
Alvin exhaled a shaky breath, his sarcastic bravado gone. "Don't stop now," he murmured, his voice softer, almost pleading. His hand drifted to Xavier's cheek, guiding his gaze back to him. "If you're going to do this... then do it."
Xavier's resolve wavered for just a moment as he looked into Alvin's eyes, seeing the vulnerable flicker beneath the surface. "I don't want to rush this," he admitted, though his hands betrayed him as they gripped Alvin's hips with more urgency. "You deserve more than that."
Alvin chuckled breathlessly, his fingers tracing a line down Xavier's neck. "You talk too much. Less thinking, more doing, Captain."
Xavier felt a wave of heat surge through him at Alvin's words, the mix of sarcasm and softness sending him over the edge. "Don't say I didn't warn you." His voice was a growl now, raw with need.
And with that, Xavier's lips found Alvin's again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no teasing. It was pure, unbridled passion.
With a low groan, Xavier hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Alvin's pants and boxers, tugging them down with an impatient jerk. His eyes devoured Alvin's naked form, his cock springing to life at the sight of the other man's arousal, standing proud and flushed. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty laid out before him, the sculpted abs, the muscular thighs, and the tempting curve of his ass. Alvin's erection bobbed with each ragged breath he took, the clear fluid at the tip glistening in the soft light.
"So, you like what you see?" Alvin asked, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Xavier's spine.
"More than you know," Xavier murmured, his own voice thick with desire. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the vision before him, feeling his own need build with every passing second. He reached out, wrapping a hand around Alvin's hard length, stroking it gently. "So much more."
Alvin's eyes rolled back in his head, a guttural moan escaping his lips as Xavier's hand began to move with more confidence. "Then show me," he whispered, his hips rising to meet the rhythm Xavier set. "Make me feel it, Xavier."
The sound of Alvin saying his name like that was almost too much for Xavier to handle. He leaned in, capturing Alvin's mouth in a bruising kiss, his other hand exploring the softness of Alvin's skin. The need to be inside him was overwhelming, but he didn't want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moment, every gasp and shiver that passed between them.
Gently, he guided Alvin to lay back on the bed.
With a smug smile, Xavier knelt between Alvin's legs, his eyes never leaving the other man's. He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lubricant and a condom. Popping the cap open with his teeth, he drizzled the slick liquid over his fingers, the sound of it a seductive promise of what was to come. He coated Alvin's hole, watching the muscles clench in anticipation.
"You're so tight," Xavier murmured, his voice thick with desire. He slid one finger in, watching as Alvin's body stretched around him, and the blue-eyed man's breath hitched. "So beautifully tight."
Alvin's eyes narrowed, his voice strained as he bore down on the intrusion. "Careful with the compliments," he bit out, "you'll make me think you're sweet."
Xavier's smile grew wolfish. "Don't worry," he said, pushing in a second finger, "I'll be sweet to only you."
Alvin's moan grew louder, and Xavier felt a thrill of power at the sound. He curled his fingers, searching for the spot that would make Alvin's body sing. "You like that?" He teased, adding a third finger and scissoring them open, preparing Alvin for what was to come.
"Fuck, yes," Alvin gritted out, his nails digging into Xavier's shoulders. "But hurry up, I'm not a patient man."
With a chuckle, Xavier leaned in, whispering against Alvin's ear, "Patience is a virtue, darling." He added more lube, watching as Alvin's body began to relax, taking him in with ease.
Alvin's eyes blazed with a fiery need. "You're killing me here," he snarled, gripping a fistful of Xavier's hair. "If you don't fuck me now, I'm going to do it myself."
The challenge in Alvin's voice sent a jolt of desire straight to Xavier's cock. He kissed Alvin hard, his fingers curling one last time before he withdrew them, reaching for the condom. "Your wish," he murmured, rolling it on with practiced ease, "is my command." And with that, he positioned himself, the tip of his erection pressing against Alvin's entrance.
With a gentle push, Xavier entered Alvin, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of passion as he filled Alvin completely. The sound of their skin slapping together and their mingled moans filled the room as Xavier's strokes grew more fervent, his hips moving with the rhythm of their hearts. Alvin's eyes clenched shut, his teeth digging into his bottom lip to muffle his cries, his body arching off the bed with every powerful thrust. Sweat glistened on both of their bodies as the intensity grew, their movements becoming more frantic and desperate.
The feeling of Alvin's tight heat around him was almost too much for Xavier to bear, and he found himself nearing climax much faster than he would have liked. With a roar, he spilled himself inside Alvin, their bodies locked together in ecstasy.
In the aftermath of their passion, with Xavier still inside him, Alvin felt the warmth of the man's body pressed against his, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony.
Xavier's breath was hot and ragged on his skin, his strong arms wrapped protectively around Alvin's slim waist. Then, Xavier leaned up and whispered the words that sent shockwaves through Alvin's soul, "Marry me."
The room was silent except for the sound of their mingled breaths, the air thick with a tension that was no longer just about desire. Alvin stared up at Xavier, his blue eyes wide with surprise, his mind racing with the suddenness of the proposal.
He had never allowed himself to imagine sharing his life with anyone, his heart too bruised by past rejections and his own fear of vulnerability.
But as he looked into those deep red eyes, filled with an earnestness that was as surprising as it was endearing, Alvin felt a chuckle bubble up from within him.
He reached up, his trembling hands cradling Xavier's neck, and kissed the man's eyes with a tenderness he hadn't known he was capable of. "Okay," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't have a problem with that."