"You know, darling," Alvin began, his voice a sultry purr that seemed to wrap around Xavier like a warm embrace. "If you keep looking at me like that, people might think you're a starving man in a world of feasts."
For two days, because Alvin coughed up blood, Xavier didn't even as much as touch Alvin.
Alvin himself was frustrated about this matter and wanted to do something about this situation, and when he saw Xavier looking at him like a hungry ghost, a smile came to his lips.
Xavier, tall and muscular with short black hair and piercing red eyes, couldn't help but grin at the teasing. He stalked closer. "And what if I am, baby?" he asked, his voice dropping to a growl that sent shivers down Alvin's spine.
But Alvin held firm, his expression a mask of innocence. "Well, then you might need to feed that hunger," he said, his eyes flickering down to Xavier's groin, where a noticeable bulge was starting to form.
Xavier took a step closer, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is that a challenge, my love?"
"Perhaps," Alvin replied, his own desire kindling in his blue eyes. "But what if I'm too sick to perform?" He feigned a cough, his hand delicately touching his throat.
Xavier's grin grew wolfish. "I've got just the remedy for that." He reached out, his strong arms wrapping around Alvin's waist, and pulled him close. Their bodies melded together, the heat of Xavier's skin searing through the thin fabric of Alvin's nightshirt.
Their kiss was explosive, a clash of tongues and teeth that left them both gasping for breath. Xavier's hands roamed over Alvin's body, as if memorizing every inch, every curve and plane. Alvin's own hands found purchase on Xavier's bare chest, his nails digging in slightly as he moaned into the kiss.
But as the passion grew, so did the tension between them. Alvin's sarcasm had struck a nerve, and Xavier's need for him was now an unquenchable thirst. He picked Alvin up with ease, carrying him to their plush bedroom, his mind racing with all the ways he would prove his love and dominance.
Once there, Xavier laid Alvin on the bed, his eyes never leaving those of his lover's. "Let's see if you can handle this," he murmured, his voice thick with want. And with that, he began to undress Alvin, his movements slow and deliberate, as if unwrapping the most precious of gifts.
Alvin watched, his breath hitching as Xavier's calloused hands traced the line of his shirt, revealing the softness of his stomach and the swell of his chest. Each button popped open with a tantalizing sound, the fabric parting to reveal the treasure beneath. Xavier's eyes darkened further, his desire palpable in the air.
When Alvin was fully bared to him, Xavier took a moment to appreciate the view. His gaze lingered on the pink peaks of Alvin's nipples, the pale skin that seemed to glow in the candlelight, and the way his cock stood at attention, begging for Xavier's touch. Without a word, Xavier leaned down, his tongue tracing a line from Alvin's navel to the tip of his erection, leaving a wet trail of fire in its wake.
Alvin gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as Xavier's mouth closed around him. He could feel Xavier's tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh, the suction sending waves of pleasure through his body. The sensation was exquisite, and he knew that if he didn't stop him now, he would come far too soon. "Xavier," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Xavier ignored the plea, his need for Alvin consuming him completely. He took him in deeper, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his throat working to accommodate the full length. Alvin's hands found their way to Xavier's hair, his fingers tangling in the short black strands, trying to pull him away even as his hips bucked upward, urging him to continue.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—moans and gasps, the wet suction of Xavier's mouth, the slap of skin on skin. The candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across their bodies, highlighting the muscles that strained and the sinews that stretched as they gave themselves over to their desires.
Finally, unable to take any more, Alvin came with a shout that echoed through the room. His release was hot and thick, painting Xavier's face and chest. Xavier didn't miss a beat, swallowing every drop before moving up to kiss Alvin deeply, sharing the taste of him on their tongues.
Their passion was a storm that raged on, unabated by the feigned illness. Xavier stripped away his own clothing, his erection bobbing with every step, and climbed onto the bed. Straddling Alvin's hips, he reached for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, his eyes never leaving Alvin's. "You're mine," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Mine, Mine, Just Mine."
And with that, Xavier sank into Alvin, their bodies joined in a dance that was as old as time itself. Each thrust was a declaration of love, a claiming of what belonged to him. Alvin's legs wrapped around Xavier's waist, pulling him deeper, his nails digging into the muscled back as he met each thrust with one of his own.
Their bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine, the rhythm building with each passing moment. Xavier's abs rippled with every movement, a testament to the strength he held in check as he drove into Alvin. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of lust that was music to their ears.
Alvin's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his mouth open in a silent scream as Xavier hit that spot inside him that made him see stars. He could feel the heat building in his belly, the pressure that told him he was close. But Xavier wasn't done with him yet.
With a growl that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, Xavier reached down and wrapped his hand around Alvin's still-hard cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, and Alvin could do nothing but let himself be swept away by the tide of pleasure that crashed over him.
Their kisses grew more frantic, their breaths coming in pants and gasps. The room was a haze of candlelight and shadows, the only reality the feel of skin on skin, the taste of each other. Xavier's hand moved faster, his grip tightening until Alvin couldn't hold back any longer.
With a cry that was a mix of ecstasy and relief, Alvin came again, his seed spurting between them, coating Xavier's hand. Xavier didn't stop, though. He kept pumping, his own orgasm building, until he couldn't hold it back either.
With a final, powerful thrust, Xavier released, his cock pulsing deep inside Alvin as he filled him with his hot, sticky essence. They clung together, their hearts racing in tandem, as they rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over them.
When the storm had passed, they lay there, their bodies tangled together, sweat-slick and sated. Xavier kissed Alvin's forehead, his arms wrapped around him protectively. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice still thick with desire. "Always and forever."
Alvin's chest heaved with the effort of breathing, his body still quivering from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. He looked up at Xavier, his blue eyes filled with love and need. "Idiot."