Written Wonderland

Evan had settled back into kissing the boy's skin and tugging at his hair and rocking with his hips pretty successfully. The ache between his legs was still very much so there, but the captain was managing to integrate it with the overall experience, and even, to some extent, start to treat it like a perk. He really was glad just to be here with Xavier, enjoying Xavier in all these other ways that really were pleasurable in their own right - even the ache in his pants, when framed in the right way.

But Xavier trying and failing to say something twice in a row made Evan nervous. He battled hard with himself, some part of him saying he should ease up and pull back to give the boy space to say what he was trying to say, while other parts of him argued that everything Evan was doing was fine, and he was loving it, and Xavier was loving it, and stopping to check now would be so fucking lame.

The captain had only just started to finally, nearly painfully, convince himself to let up, his grip in Xavier's hair just starting to relax and his lips just starting to pull away from Xavier's skin, when he heard and felt the boy undo his belt, and Evan's breath completely fucking escaped him.

It was so fucking tempting to hope that that meant Xavier was changing his mind about what he was okay with, that that was in fact a loud and clear invitation to please, fucking please just get on with what they were both fucking dying to do already.

But Evan bit that thought back, and kept his composure. Even if that was on some off chance the case... wouldn't it actually be gratifying as fuck to make Xavier say it?

The captain hummed pleasantly at that thought, glad he'd found a more solid game he could play with the situation. That boosted his confidence immensely, and prompted him to turn up a bit of that just slightly sinister grin. He lifted his head briefly and cast his eyes to Xavier, only lingering long enough to ensure the boy got a glimpse of his expression, and then he promptly re-tightened his grip in Xavier's hair - just to the level he'd been doing before - and returned to trailing kisses over Xavier's skin.

The kisses started on the boy's collar bone, almost making it seem like Evan was going to just return to exactly what he'd been doing, but then they slowly started to trail down over the boy's chest. Eventually, the kisses made their way low enough that Evan had to release the boy's hair to allow him to keep going lower, at which point his hand trailed down the boy's side again, slowly, until it caught up with where Evan was still laying down kisses on the other side.

Only once the slow but steady trail of kisses reached Xavier's hip did Evan finally lean back on his knees and reach with both hands for the buttons on the boy's pants. The captain shivered slightly, remembering the goddess undoing his own pants painstakingly slowly the night before, and he decided that would be fun to do here. He gently shifted the first button so it was just barely still caught on the fabric, and flicked his still-vaguely-sinister grin up to Xavier again just as the button came loose. He held eye contact as his hands reached for the next button, intending to repeat the process again, even more slowly.

((OOC: It probably took Evan a while to trail all those kisses down, so, uh, lemme know if Xavier would've done something you think might interrupt that. We weren't sure how to provide an opportunity to interrupt it without getting pretty convoluted or stopping at an awkward place lol))

Before Xavier had much of a chance to doubt his decision to unbuckle his belt, Evan turned his expression toward Xavier, which was almost familiar. It was not altogether unlike the face Evan put on when he was letting Xavier in on some kind of secret plan that Mizu might not be immediately happy with, except, this time, Xavier wasn't in on it. And Xavier was pretty sure that Evan planned to enact whatever that face was about on him. 

Ugggggggghhh, yes! 

Except, wait, Evan didn't think he could just... but Xavier's voice was well past being responsive to his thoughts, and he wanted to just let Evan go as far as possible before they hit the stopping point. But, again, some part of Xavier worried about that hazy boundary.

But then Evan went back to exactly what he had been doing before Xavier had done anything to his belt, and that was even more frustrating! He wasn't going to have to... Xavier didn't just want to... but then Evan's kisses began to trail down Xavier's body--granted, with agonizing slowness--and Xavier could not think anymore. He was releasing into the way Evan's hand slid down his body, into the feel of Evan's soft lips against his skin, but then it became clear that Evan wasn't just kissing Xavier; he had a destination in mind, and that destination... But, still, Evan was going so slowly, and it was making Xavier throb up against his pants every time Evan's lips touched him again. 

Xavier was both relieved and in utter anguish about Evan pulling away, but then finally, Evan placed his hands on Xavier's pants' buttons. He was taking his sweet time with that, too, though, and when the fabric popped loose from the metal, Xavier gasped and got up onto his elbows just in time to see Evan's mischievous expression return. Ughhhhh, he was absolutely doing this on purpose. Xavier had half a mind to just take his pants off himself at this point, the ache was so immense. And really, why should he let Evan have all the fun? 

Xavier reached his hands down to either side of his hips and began to wiggle out of his pants and stared at Evan directly, one of Xavier's enormous grins starting to crop up on his face.

((OOC: Xavier is not going to put up much of a fight if Evan tries to stop him.))

Nng, Evan relished the gasp that escaped Xavier's lips when that first button came loose. His grin widened, and grew a shade more smug as he watched the boy prop himself up, and then reach down and start to wiggle out of his pants himself. Evan let the boy get the pants down an inch or two, but then he leaned forward and grabbed Xavier's wrists, firmly pulling them away from his pants and pinning them off a bit to either side of Xavier's hips.

"Getting eager, are we?" Evan nearly purred. He then leaned down, slowly, his mouth headed pretty directly for the tip of the bulge beneath Xavier's underwear that had been shimmied out of the boy's half-unbuttoned pants. He changed course at the last second, though, and landed a kiss on the boy's navel just above the underwear instead, before pulling back and tossing his gaze back up to Xavier again.

"Ask me to take off your pants." This time his voice was absolutely issuing an order, though that was probably about the widest grin he'd ever worn when doing so.

Xavier nearly cried out when Evan grabbed his wrists and made a muffled sound instead that could have been taken for a whimper. He shut his eyes briefly, the swelling sensations in his pants unbearable and the ache now completely unignorable. Whatever part of him was still reluctant about going further with Evan was thoroughly shoved down by the demands of his body. 

He opened his eyes again and saw Evan heading down toward Xavier's pants and did let out a cry, simultaneously thrusting closer to Evan's mouth and attempting to squirm out of his grip. But then Evan shifted direction slightly and kissed Xavier's lower stomach. Xavier groaned loudly then and his hips moved up into the air several times of their own accord. Xavier's fingernails also reached as far as they possibly could toward Evan's skin in an effort to get some control over matters. 

But then Evan, smug as Xavier had ever seen, commanded Xavier to tell Evan to take off his pants. Whoa. That was certainly not something Xavier's mind could have ever made up. Surely this was real, then? 

Was... was he even capable of speech? There was no way in hell Xavier was going to deny Evan--not when having his pants off was exactly what Xavier wanted--but Xavier's initial attempt at speech came out slurred as though he might have been intoxicated. 

"Currrrp... uh..." Xavier shook his hair out of his eyes, cleared his throat, and took a breath, trying to calm down enough to acquiesce Evan. He could not stifle a grin as his speech centers fully came back online. 

With as much of an alluring tone as he could muster in his current state, Xavier said, "Captain Rutliff..." Xavier raised his eyebrows as though he were trying to be exceptionally serious, and rolled his lips slightly to stifle his grin at least long enough to get words out. 

"...I'm going to need you..." 

Xavier paused dramatically for effect, letting his heart beat furiously in his ears for a moment. 

"...to take off my pants." 

And then, Xavier could not hold his grin back anymore as it erupted back onto his face, his excitement brimming in his eyes before he closed them and let his head fall back, relishing for a moment in all the anticipation. 

Evan was basking in all the ways Xavier was responding to him. His head was swimming with pride and pleasure as he took in the movement of the boy's hips, listened to his whimpers and cries and groans, and relished the way Xavier's words slurred when he first tried to speak. Gods, Evan loved feeling so fucking potent as this.

The grin that Xavier struggled to hold back lightened the mood somewhat, though Evan managed to keep his own expression fairly steady despite his internal amusement. He certainly thought about relaxing and having a laugh with Xavier, but then again, he also thought about leaning in and whispering into the boy's ear what he was sure would be a devastating "No."

He didn't do either of those things, though, as he found himself both wanting to hold onto his potency and also give Xavier what he wanted. So instead, he hummed pleasantly, and placed another kiss on the boy's stomach before releasing Xavier's wrists and moving his hands to finish unbuttoning the pants. At first he took his sweet time still, tossing a mischievous gaze up towards Xavier as the button hung onto the last sliver of tension in the fabric. The instant the boy showed any sign of protest, though, the captain let the button through, and then promptly moved his hands to the top of the boy's pants near his hips to start tugging them down.

He certainly didn't carry out that motion quickly, but he did follow through with it with considerably more haste than he'd had with those buttons. Mostly, he was aiming for about as slow as he could get away with before Xavier might try to take matters into his own hands again, which meant that his speed did vary slightly as he paid attention to the boy's responses and adjusted accordingly. Along the way he made sure his fingers made contact with Xavier's skin, and he also placed occasional kisses down the boy's leg as more and more skin was exposed.

Once the pants were off Evan cast them to the side and placed a kiss on the boy's inner ankle, and then, very briefly, rubbed his cheek against the ankle as well. Truth told, that last motion was a surprise to himself, and a pang of anxiety hit him over how Xavier would perceive it. He opted to try to move on quickly, and ran his hands back up the boy's legs, his palms applying a warm pressure along the way. Once his hands got to the bottom of the boy's underwear, Evan's teeth made for the boy's side, aiming to bite in just enough to elicit a response, after which he intended to place a warm kiss on the spot, while his fingers lightly and playfully snapped the top hem of the boy's underwear over his hip.

Xavier groaned as the last button popped and started moving his hands down to push his pants down, but Evan moved them first, and Xavier stopped until Evan slowed down again. Xavier might have fought back somehow, but the light touches of Evan's fingers on Xavier's skin made Xavier almost beg for more, for Evan's body weight pressed up against him. And then the feeling of Evan's lips on his legs... Xavier threw back his head at that, still propped up on his elbows, and groaned again. He wanted Evan. Badly. Would it really be so bad if they...

But then Xavier started wondering again what Evan had done with the goddess while she was pretending to inhabit Xavier's body. What had Evan already seen? Was any of this new for Evan? Xavier had a difficult time imagining that Evan would want what was happening how if he hadn't enjoyed whatever happened with the goddess, but there was still something disconcerting to Xavier about it, maybe even more disconcerting than when the goddess actually took over him. At least he was there the second time. At least he remembered what happened. At least he could remember the feeling of Evan's tip on the tips of Xavier's fingers... 

Xavier sighed dramatically and moaned again afterward. Gods, he wanted to do that again, but this time he would actually be the one in control of his body. 

But then Evan's lips were on Xavier's ankle, and Xavier's whole body shook. Xavier was comforted by the way Evan then rubbed his cheek against his ankle. It was... kind of heartwarming in a weird way and somewhat uncharacteristic of Evan, but then again, this was a whole other side of Evan than Xavier was used to. Evan seemed to move past it quickly, though, and Xavier tried not to give it another thought, but it started a deep ache in his chest he was really unprepared for. Gods, he just wanted to touch Evan all over. Everywhere. Anywhere. 

At least Evan was still touching him, touching his legs, headed up towards his underwear... oh gods gods gods gods... no! Uggggghhhh. The bite on Xavier's side didn't hurt except that so much of his body wanted Evan that the ache from yet another fake-out started to push Xavier into a place where he wasn't sure he could keep his arousal at bay. After the light kiss in that same place, though, Xavier's ache in his pants and his ache in his chest swirled together hopelessly, and he was helpless, totally at the mercy of his desires. 

The snap of Xavier's underwear moved Xavier into action as he launched off his shoulders and pounced Evan with all the ferocity he had held back at the negotiation with the goddess. Once he had Evan on his back again, Xavier made sure his legs were between Evan's and littered Evan's neck with quick, hungry, incessant kisses, nipping and biting periodically and running his hands over Evan's sides. With only two pairs of thin underwear between them as they touched, Xavier's eyes rolled back at feeling how hard Evan was underneath him. 

He kissed and bit at Evan's collarbones next before briefly looking at Evan in the eyes with all the lust, desire, and craving he had before he pressed his lips against the side of Evan's neck again, licking slightly and not-so-subtly moving his body up and down over Evan's body as he supported himself with his arms. 

"Evan..." Xavier said without realizing he was even talking, "Evan..." Xavier said Evan's name in between kisses but then continued with somewhat fewer interruptions, "I wanted...you so freakin'...badly yesterday. I wanted...to keep falling off...that horse...keep falling under your kiss...keep getting the upper hand." Xavier almost didn't realize what had come out of his mouth, and his brain refused to process it, being so completely distracted with how many kisses he was planting on his captain. 

Evan was pleasantly surprised by Xavier's pounce, and the boy erupting immediately into kisses and nips and bites on Evan's neck nearly stole the captain's breath away. His fingers grasped at the boy's back before finally reaching down and dragging his nails over the boy's skin. At first he dug in deeply, but then he caught himself and let up a bit, though the pressure of his fingertips still managed to hold a surprising amount of the weight of his lust.

By the time Xavier met Evan's gaze, the captain's expression had softened considerably, his brow furrowed in desire as it had when the goddess had bitten him. He didn't reel it in this time, though, allowing the boy to soak in the sight as long as he pleased. He moaned loudly, then, when Xavier's tongue stroked his neck, and his body shifted pliantly beneath Xavier, complimenting the boy's motions and relishing the ways both of their bodies touched.

His breath hitched when he heard his name spill from Xavier's lips - twice. He wanted to say Xavier's name back, but his ability to speak seemed completely lost among the kisses on his neck and the movements of Xavier's body. He moaned again when Xavier said he wanted Evan, and Evan brought one of his hands up to twine its fingers in Xavier's hair, tightening its grip just enough to lightly tug at the boy's scalp.

The words that Xavier said after that took a second to sink in. At first it sounded a little like nonsense - Evan wasn't sure what his brain had expected to hear after 'falling off', but 'that horse' certainly wasn't it. But then, images from his dream came to mind - right, yes, falling off a horse.. tumbling together and kissing each other and playfully wrestling for the upper hand...

"Holy fuck," the words escaped Evan's lips as a soft breath, his brain not quite realizing he'd said it out loud. Without even thinking about it, his grip in Xavier's hair tightened and he pulled the boy's head away from his neck, entirely because he practically needed to kiss Xavier's lips- Right. Fucking. Now.

If the boy let him do it, that'd spark Evan feeling forward again, and like he was just about done being on his back. While Xavier was distracted with the kiss, Evan would take a moment to subtly shift his positioning beneath Xavier, and then make a decisive move to roll them both over and get back on top. Though, really, all he immediately planned to do once he got there was continue making out with Xavier's face.

Course, if the boy fought him on any part of that, then that'd be its own equally-fun game, too.

Xavier's spine shook subtly with surprise as Evan's fingers moved up his back, but those sensations only made the ache in Xavier's underwear worse as he craved Evan's touch. As he thought that, Evan's nails dug in deeply, and Xavier might have had to stop Evan if he hadn't let up. Still, his fingers remained, and Xavier could feel the warmth radiating off them, full of its own magnetic pull. The sensations nearly derailed Xavier, but his mind was too busy thinking about how Evan's fingers were tugging at his hair. He imagined that Evan could easily pull him in whatever direction he pleased with that grip, and sure enough, as Evan spoke two blissfully potent words, he did. 

At first, Xavier wanted to cry out with protest about being pulled away from Evan's skin, but then Evan pulled him to his lips and thoroughly distracted him such that it was possible for Evan to get back on top. Though Xavier had intended on staying in control for longer, he could not in any way deny how much he enjoyed the sight of Evan straddling over him, warmth cascading toward Xavier's body, sweat apparent on his collarbone. How many times had Xavier seen him like that during training, practice, battle? How many times had he imagined this moment thinking nothing would ever possible come from this? And yet... 

And then Xavier realized what he had said about the dream, and he panicked. What if it hadn't been a fantasy Evan had had? But he did say "holy fuck" like he knew what Xavier was talking about. Should Xavier stop? Apologize? Explain? Ignore it? But really, the goddess had been the one who made it happen; it wasn't Xavier's fault he saw into Evan's head... and liked it... 

Xavier suddenly pushed Evan away from the kiss enough to say, "The goddess made me dream about that during the negotiation."

Sure, just be more honest, ughhhhhhh. 

"But it feels like I've dreamed this before." Shut up, Xavier. More kissing! Less talking! "Tell me this isn't a dream." 

Evan was slightly disappointed when Xavier pushed him away from the kiss, but he moved on smoothly to just kiss along the boy's jawline instead. Then the boy spoke, and Evan's lips curled into an amused smile as he continued trailing slow, soft kisses on the boy's neck. He supposed that was the obvious explanation, really, that Xavier had known about that dream thanks to the goddess.

Evan moaned softly against the boy's skin, keeping his composure but having to express some sort of pleasure, as he remembered the way Xavier had gasped at the negotiation, and how fucking delightful that sound had been landing on Evan's ears. He fucking loved thinking that in order to fluster Xavier, the goddess had had to use images of Evan - from Evan's own mind, of one of Evan's very own fantasies. Gods, yes, that was gratifying as fuck.

Some snarky comment was on the tip of Evan's tongue about having dreamt about it first, but then Xavier kept talking - saying he felt like he'd dreamt about this before. Gods, Evan liked thinking about that, too - that the boy had fantasized about Evan long before the goddess had come around. They- they had established that, right? He wasn't just reading the wrong things into Xavier's words?

Xavier's request pulled Evan out of any doubt he'd suddenly experienced and back into the pleasurable, powerful headspace he had been in. He withdrew from Xavier to sit up on his knees, briefly regarding the boy with that sinister sort of smirk, before reaching behind where he was straddling to gently caress his hand over Xavier's hip and beneath his thigh and finally, he sharply pinched the boy's ass, his expression turning just a tad more lighthearted and playful once that act was complete.

Xavier saw Evan back up and grew afraid. Did this mean they were ending things? Did this mean Evan was going to try to take off Xavier's underwear now? But Evan kept straddling Xavier, and Xavier had no idea why Evan was reaching back until...

"Hey! Ouch!" Xavier looked at Evan with an expression that almost could have passed for genuine hurt before he registered Evan's mirth and started laughing a little bit. He liked the way that laughing pushed his body up into Evan's, and it wasn't long before Xavier's laughter quieted into heavy breathing as his body kept pushing up, kept thrusting in an attempt to get Evan closer or be inside...

"Wait! Wait..." After quite a few moments of that motion, Xavier pushed Evan back further and scrambled back a bit himself. Eventually, he disentangled from Evan so they were not touching and laid on one side with his elbow propped up. After a few deep breaths, he started to get control over the voice in his head that was screaming out for Xavier to just continue to go headfirst into touch with Evan. 

"I really... I really want to do more with you, Evan," Xavier said with some modicum of seriousness, but then he inevitably cracked a smile halfway through his next statement, "but I don't think I want to do it now. I want to give it some thought, first. And besides..." Xavier's grin widened considerably as he said this, "you've got a goddess to satisfy tonight." 

And then, with a little gestural flourish, Xavier sat up and winked at Evan, hoping that Evan would continue to understand some of Xavier's skittishness.