Xavier was so thoroughly immersed in the sensation of his tongue sliding down on Evan's length, his eyes rolling pleasantly back in his head as some part of him could not hardly believe that this thing he had imagined doing was actually happening. Gods, it felt good, even just for the sake of itself. If nothing else happened but this sinking into identity-less bliss, Xavier would be content... probably forever. Yeah.
So immersed was he that he barely registered when Evan said his name but then Evan held Xavier's head and moved in the wrong direction such that, all too quickly, Xavier's mouth was empty again, and his eyes filled with water they might have had already, uncertain what was happening, incredibly disoriented, and as his processing power attempted to catch up with itself, worried and afraid that he had done something wrong. Gods, he had been bold, hadn't he? And with his captain, too.
When Evan got onto his knees beside Xavier, Xavier was well and prepared for a--albeit gentle--scolding of some kind. Look, we can't do this, maybe or hey, that was a little too much too fast, don't you think? But instead of words, there was suddenly another kiss with no thought altogether to the fact that Xavier's mouth probably tasted like Evan's cock. Did Evan just like kissing more than what else Xavier could do with his mouth?
But then Evan's hands were all over Xavier's body, touching everywhere that ached to be touched, their lips still hungrily connected as Xavier felt his belt come undone and the pressure is his pants release as his own length came out of his pants with the help of Evan's hands. Xavier gasped more than once into Evan's mouth, the calluses of Evan's hands surprising but not uncomfortable. And then Evan was pushing Xavier back in such a way that his body could not help but respond, his hands catching him as he nearly fell backward. He unfolded his legs such that he was stretched out underneath Evan, and then, all at once, Xavier's cock was in Evan's mouth.
Oh my gods. Xavier hadn't even bothered to dream about this possibility--it had felt altogether unreachable for some reason. Why would Evan--a captain--want to do such a thing to Xavier? There was an element of service, of servitude, that Xavier was completely inexperienced with. And then there was the sensation if it all--Evan's lips pressing in on all sides of Xavier's length, the smooth slide into his warm, slick mouth, the heavenly moment when the tip of Xavier's cock grazed the back corners of Evan's throat.
Xavier's eyes rolled back again, and his arms gave out such that he was flat on the ground of Evan's tent, his fingers grasping at the fabric there as his other hand reached up to tangle in Evan's hair. His thumb rubbed circles into Evan's scalp, wholly wishing he felt brave enough to press Evan's head down further onto him but settling for that tantalizing gesture instead. If Evan didn't stop soon, Xavier felt like all his pent-up excitement, all his dreams and fantasies, all his fears and worries and elation and surprise would shoot straight into Evan's mouth, filling it completely, and then some.
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
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Oh gods yes, Xavier's body responded in every single way that Evan had hoped that it would. The captain relished the boy's gasps and pliability, and hummed pleasantly over Xavier's cock as the boy slid his fingers into Evan's hair. Pleasant shivers danced down Evan's neck and shoulder from the place that Xavier's thumb rubbed at his scalp, in a wave that very much echoed and harmonized with the sort of heady pride he was feeling at the knowledge that Xavier was by this point flat on his back and, by all accounts, rapturously consumed with the gestures of Evan's mouth.
The thought excitedly crossed Evan's mind that the boy might be getting close, if the rhythm of his thumb and the swelling of his cock was anything to go by, and for a moment the captain reveled in the thought of giving Xavier that bliss--but then other thoughts poured in, of how quickly this might be over if he did so; of his own aching cock, jealous and yearning for more.
With a wicked grin, the captain sat up suddenly, overpowering Xavier's grip if he needed to. His tongue ran along the inside of his lip as he watched the lieutenant's response, though he didn't pause but a moment before running his hands over the boy's thighs and up to his waistband to grab at his pants and start gently tugging them down, hopeful that the gesture would promise more in a way that would keep the boy from feeling too disappointed.
The thought excitedly crossed Evan's mind that the boy might be getting close, if the rhythm of his thumb and the swelling of his cock was anything to go by, and for a moment the captain reveled in the thought of giving Xavier that bliss--but then other thoughts poured in, of how quickly this might be over if he did so; of his own aching cock, jealous and yearning for more.
With a wicked grin, the captain sat up suddenly, overpowering Xavier's grip if he needed to. His tongue ran along the inside of his lip as he watched the lieutenant's response, though he didn't pause but a moment before running his hands over the boy's thighs and up to his waistband to grab at his pants and start gently tugging them down, hopeful that the gesture would promise more in a way that would keep the boy from feeling too disappointed.
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Xavier's body was hungry, starving, and Evan's mouth was giving it everything it wanted. Xavier was almost in tears because of how good it all felt and how unbelievable it all was. Had there ever been such a delicious moment?
His hips pushed up into Evan's mouth, daring to get just that bit closer to finishing there, but then Evan was suddenly out of Xavier's reach altogether, Evan's mouth still wet from everything it had been doing. Xavier could not help it; he protested with a yelping gasp, quiet but definitely audible from outside the tent. Xavier might have been concerned that something was wrong except for the grin on Evan's face, which silenced any and all doubts Xavier could have had as he scrambled off his back and toward Evan, climbing onto Evan's thighs in the process so he was straddling them now. Xavier felt Evan's hands on his own thighs and moaned very subtly just underneath Evan's ear before kissing down the length of his neck from that place. Xavier's knees squeezed Evan at least until Xavier registered that Evan was trying to pull Xavier's pants off, and Xavier moaned again, still quiet, but vibrating with anticipation and all the pent-up want that a short boy with exuberant energy can build up in a few days of potently possible sexual interactions.
Xavier maneuvered himself such that it was easier to slide his pants off, first leaning to one side and then another somewhat awkwardly, but unwilling to break contact with Evan. Although, all at once, Xavier remembered Evan's bandage--whewph, he had almost completely forgotten about it--and was grateful that he hadn't accidentally bumped against it. Maybe that had something to do with why Evan hadn't wanted Xavier to continue with his own mouth?
Whatever the reason, Xavier was thrilled that Evan was taking off his pants now and enjoyed feeling the slight amount they slipped down his thighs as he leaned from one side to the other under Evan's grip. Ah, but his boots! They needed come off before he could get his pants off all the way. Xavier was suddenly immensely grateful that he had been impatient with tying boots often enough that he had fashioned a pair that used buckles instead. Reaching down from where he sat atop Evan, Xavier undid the three buckles first on one boot and then leaning over to do the same on the other, leveraging his foot and ankle to kick the boots off in turn.
His hips pushed up into Evan's mouth, daring to get just that bit closer to finishing there, but then Evan was suddenly out of Xavier's reach altogether, Evan's mouth still wet from everything it had been doing. Xavier could not help it; he protested with a yelping gasp, quiet but definitely audible from outside the tent. Xavier might have been concerned that something was wrong except for the grin on Evan's face, which silenced any and all doubts Xavier could have had as he scrambled off his back and toward Evan, climbing onto Evan's thighs in the process so he was straddling them now. Xavier felt Evan's hands on his own thighs and moaned very subtly just underneath Evan's ear before kissing down the length of his neck from that place. Xavier's knees squeezed Evan at least until Xavier registered that Evan was trying to pull Xavier's pants off, and Xavier moaned again, still quiet, but vibrating with anticipation and all the pent-up want that a short boy with exuberant energy can build up in a few days of potently possible sexual interactions.
Xavier maneuvered himself such that it was easier to slide his pants off, first leaning to one side and then another somewhat awkwardly, but unwilling to break contact with Evan. Although, all at once, Xavier remembered Evan's bandage--whewph, he had almost completely forgotten about it--and was grateful that he hadn't accidentally bumped against it. Maybe that had something to do with why Evan hadn't wanted Xavier to continue with his own mouth?
Whatever the reason, Xavier was thrilled that Evan was taking off his pants now and enjoyed feeling the slight amount they slipped down his thighs as he leaned from one side to the other under Evan's grip. Ah, but his boots! They needed come off before he could get his pants off all the way. Xavier was suddenly immensely grateful that he had been impatient with tying boots often enough that he had fashioned a pair that used buckles instead. Reaching down from where he sat atop Evan, Xavier undid the three buckles first on one boot and then leaning over to do the same on the other, leveraging his foot and ankle to kick the boots off in turn.
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Evan made a soft "Shhhh" sound after Xavier's quiet yelp, though it was intermittent between suppressed breathy chuckles. All of those sounds quieted to a soft hum of a moan as Xavier kissed down the side of Evan's neck. His grin remained curled in amusement as Xavier scrambled to get his boots off and maneuvered to help Evan de-pants him without going too far. The captain nearly purred as his hands ran over the lieutenant's new naked thighs, fingers digging in just below Xavier's backside as he nipped lightly at the boy's neck.
"Now, what shall I do with you?" Evan murmured in Xavier's ear, buying time as he honestly contemplated his options. Under normal circumstances, he'd likely shove his own pants down and get right to fucking, but, well, there were a couple different things giving him pause about that idea. After his and Xavier's previous encounters, Evan wasn't necessarily keen on pushing things too quickly, and besides, with the constraint the goddess had put on him, he wasn't entirely sure that fucking was what he'd want to do anyway. The danger of losing control there was high, and the level of frustration of not climaxing... Evan's nails dug into Xavier's skin as a soft groan pushed itself from his throat at the thought.
((OOC: He'll probably act again pretty quickly, but however Xavier reacts to things so far might well determine precisely what he decides to do, so leaving it there for now.))
"Now, what shall I do with you?" Evan murmured in Xavier's ear, buying time as he honestly contemplated his options. Under normal circumstances, he'd likely shove his own pants down and get right to fucking, but, well, there were a couple different things giving him pause about that idea. After his and Xavier's previous encounters, Evan wasn't necessarily keen on pushing things too quickly, and besides, with the constraint the goddess had put on him, he wasn't entirely sure that fucking was what he'd want to do anyway. The danger of losing control there was high, and the level of frustration of not climaxing... Evan's nails dug into Xavier's skin as a soft groan pushed itself from his throat at the thought.
((OOC: He'll probably act again pretty quickly, but however Xavier reacts to things so far might well determine precisely what he decides to do, so leaving it there for now.))
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Now dressed only in his shirt, socks, and underwear, Xavier hit a new level of excitement. It felt like there were no barriers this time, no interruptions pending, no time constraint except whenever Evan would need to go back to the goddess, and Xavier felt ready. He'd been running over scenarios like this in his head for the better part of two days, now that Evan's attraction to him was confirmed as real. And he wasn't about to stop Evan if things escalated, though then Xavier remembered how Evan had almost hit him yesterday. Maybe Xavier would protest about that. Although...
Now, what shall I do with you?
The sound of Evan's voice brought Xavier potently back to the moment, back to the sensation of air against his naked thighs, the feeling of Evan's nails just below where Xavier's curved backside met his leg, Evan's teeth against his throat, the vibrations of the groan Evan emitted coming up between their bodies. Xavier was dizzy with not wanting this to stop...
"Aaaaaany...thiiiiing," Xavier breathed. "Evvvvvvery...thing." Whatever urge Xavier had to be careful with Evan was slipping from his active awareness. Why was that necessary again? And suddenly Xavier leaned back subtly and then threw his weight forward, grabbing Evan's wrist where it dug into his leg in an attempt to topple both of them over. Holding that one wrist to the ground, Xavier used his other hand to push down at Evan's pants, hoping his captain would lift up his backside to make this easier. Xavier wanted so badly for their skin to touch in every place it could. And somewhere deep in Xavier's vocal chords, Xavier was humming.
((OOC: Evan could easily break out of Xavier's grip right now, and if Evan wouldn't have gone down, let us know and we can redo the end of this.
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Now, what shall I do with you?
The sound of Evan's voice brought Xavier potently back to the moment, back to the sensation of air against his naked thighs, the feeling of Evan's nails just below where Xavier's curved backside met his leg, Evan's teeth against his throat, the vibrations of the groan Evan emitted coming up between their bodies. Xavier was dizzy with not wanting this to stop...
"Aaaaaany...thiiiiing," Xavier breathed. "Evvvvvvery...thing." Whatever urge Xavier had to be careful with Evan was slipping from his active awareness. Why was that necessary again? And suddenly Xavier leaned back subtly and then threw his weight forward, grabbing Evan's wrist where it dug into his leg in an attempt to topple both of them over. Holding that one wrist to the ground, Xavier used his other hand to push down at Evan's pants, hoping his captain would lift up his backside to make this easier. Xavier wanted so badly for their skin to touch in every place it could. And somewhere deep in Xavier's vocal chords, Xavier was humming.
((OOC: Evan could easily break out of Xavier's grip right now, and if Evan wouldn't have gone down, let us know and we can redo the end of this.
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"Aaaaaany...thiiiiing," Xavier's voice was breathy, but buzzed in Evan's chest. "Evvvvvvery...thing."
A low growl rolled softly in the back of Evan's throat, a pleased grin wide across his face. He'd just barely started to take his hand off of Xavier's leg to move it elsewhere when the boy grabbed it and sent Evan straight onto his back. The captain's grin grew a bit more wild, an excited scoff erupting from his chest as his hips instinctively and eagerly rolled with Xavier's hand on his pants.
A spike of anxiety shot up his core when he consciously realized that Xavier was trying to get his pants down, and that his hips were so fucking prepared to go along with it. He forced them back down to the ground, grabbed Xavier's wrist with his free hand, and tested the boy's grip on his own wrist. It gave way easily, so Evan freed up that hand to help himself sit back up, the grip of his first hand releasing Xavier's wrist and moving up to the back of the boy's neck where it gave a tight squeeze.
Evan's face was close to Xavier's just like that, his eyes staring deep into the boy's, a healthy blush coloring his face but his brows drawn a bit more seriously together than the situation seemed to call for. He staid like that a moment, but then eagerly brought their lips together in another kiss. From there, his hand caressed smoothly from Xavier's neck to his shoulder, then all at once he twisted to push against that shoulder, aiming to push the lieutenant down onto his back this time, ideally keeping the kiss along the way, or at least quickly recommencing upon landing.
((OOC: Evan is imagining landing on all fours over Xavier with one knee between Xavier's legs, but it could really go a number of ways I think. Including Xavier withstanding Evan's attempt to knock him over, if that wants to happen.))
A low growl rolled softly in the back of Evan's throat, a pleased grin wide across his face. He'd just barely started to take his hand off of Xavier's leg to move it elsewhere when the boy grabbed it and sent Evan straight onto his back. The captain's grin grew a bit more wild, an excited scoff erupting from his chest as his hips instinctively and eagerly rolled with Xavier's hand on his pants.
A spike of anxiety shot up his core when he consciously realized that Xavier was trying to get his pants down, and that his hips were so fucking prepared to go along with it. He forced them back down to the ground, grabbed Xavier's wrist with his free hand, and tested the boy's grip on his own wrist. It gave way easily, so Evan freed up that hand to help himself sit back up, the grip of his first hand releasing Xavier's wrist and moving up to the back of the boy's neck where it gave a tight squeeze.
Evan's face was close to Xavier's just like that, his eyes staring deep into the boy's, a healthy blush coloring his face but his brows drawn a bit more seriously together than the situation seemed to call for. He staid like that a moment, but then eagerly brought their lips together in another kiss. From there, his hand caressed smoothly from Xavier's neck to his shoulder, then all at once he twisted to push against that shoulder, aiming to push the lieutenant down onto his back this time, ideally keeping the kiss along the way, or at least quickly recommencing upon landing.
((OOC: Evan is imagining landing on all fours over Xavier with one knee between Xavier's legs, but it could really go a number of ways I think. Including Xavier withstanding Evan's attempt to knock him over, if that wants to happen.))
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Xavier's hum stopped when Evan pushed up against the playful pin, and then suddenly Evan was looking every intently into Xavier's face, closer than Xavier could remember them being except when they were kissing. And Xavier's heart and stomach fluttered intensely, looking rapidly from one of Evan's eyes to the other as his brain came back online from the blissful shift of gravity.
But then Evan grabbed the back of his neck, and Xavier began to melt again, struggling to keep enough control of his core muscles before Evan was using the imbalance to pull him forward once more into a kiss.
The kiss was... wrong somehow, urgent in a way Xavier did not understand, and a little harder than the others had been. Not that it wasn't enjoyable--it just felt... not right.
Xavier scrambled around inside his euphoria at guesses to what might have suddenly changed but didn't successfully land on anything useful. In fact, it was everything Xavier could do not to let ridiculous, incoherent sounds out of his mouth as Evan began pushing him backward with a tricky diagonal force to the shoulder.
Xavier resisted only for a moment and only out of habit before he gave way, underneath Evan. And then the kiss continued, softer, deeper, more open and decided, and Xavier hummed again lightly onto Evan's lips as he tugged them gently against his own, his hips pressing up into Evan's. But then he stopped abruptly and pushed a hand against Evan's chest, his eyes wide and concerned.
"You were going to say something," Xavier said point blank with half his face momentarily. Releasing that, he sat up fully and looked at Evan. "What is it?" This he said a little more delicately, his words coming back to him. He really hoped he wasn't killing the mood, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to trust that Evan wasn't hiding something from him if he didn't ask now.
But then Evan grabbed the back of his neck, and Xavier began to melt again, struggling to keep enough control of his core muscles before Evan was using the imbalance to pull him forward once more into a kiss.
The kiss was... wrong somehow, urgent in a way Xavier did not understand, and a little harder than the others had been. Not that it wasn't enjoyable--it just felt... not right.
Xavier scrambled around inside his euphoria at guesses to what might have suddenly changed but didn't successfully land on anything useful. In fact, it was everything Xavier could do not to let ridiculous, incoherent sounds out of his mouth as Evan began pushing him backward with a tricky diagonal force to the shoulder.
Xavier resisted only for a moment and only out of habit before he gave way, underneath Evan. And then the kiss continued, softer, deeper, more open and decided, and Xavier hummed again lightly onto Evan's lips as he tugged them gently against his own, his hips pressing up into Evan's. But then he stopped abruptly and pushed a hand against Evan's chest, his eyes wide and concerned.
"You were going to say something," Xavier said point blank with half his face momentarily. Releasing that, he sat up fully and looked at Evan. "What is it?" This he said a little more delicately, his words coming back to him. He really hoped he wasn't killing the mood, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to trust that Evan wasn't hiding something from him if he didn't ask now.
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Evan was completely caught off-guard when all at once Xavier stopped the kiss and even pushed against Evan's chest, firmly discouraging the captain from trying to dive back into it. Here Evan had been grateful that the boy had given in to his press, and hopeful that they could just carry on despite his brief moment of concern. But then the boy spoke, and point-blank called Evan out on just that.
The captain's face instantly gained a fresh shade of blush, and a wave of defensiveness tensed up his body. Despite it crossing his mind to earlier, he didn't want to tell Xavier about what he'd promised the goddess. As long as he kept control of the situation, it wouldn't matter, and he intended to. He tried to relax, putting some conscious effort into loosening muscles and pulling a sheepish smile onto his face as he shook his head and let out a soft, breathy chuckle.
"It's nothing."
He leaned forward a bit, curling his sheepish smile into something headier.
"I want to keep going."
His eyebrows raised slightly as if to add a soft, nonverbal 'please,' and he leaned further forward, moving his hands to gently caress the boy's thighs as he aimed to enter into another kiss--softer and more tender this time.
The captain's face instantly gained a fresh shade of blush, and a wave of defensiveness tensed up his body. Despite it crossing his mind to earlier, he didn't want to tell Xavier about what he'd promised the goddess. As long as he kept control of the situation, it wouldn't matter, and he intended to. He tried to relax, putting some conscious effort into loosening muscles and pulling a sheepish smile onto his face as he shook his head and let out a soft, breathy chuckle.
"It's nothing."
He leaned forward a bit, curling his sheepish smile into something headier.
"I want to keep going."
His eyebrows raised slightly as if to add a soft, nonverbal 'please,' and he leaned further forward, moving his hands to gently caress the boy's thighs as he aimed to enter into another kiss--softer and more tender this time.
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Evan's reaction only made Xavier feel like he had been right about there being something Evan was not telling him. But, still, Evan was trying to play it off. At first, Xavier prepared to resist Evan, but then their eyes met again, and Evan's hand was tantalizingly on one of Xavier's legs. Evan was coming in closely, tentatively, in way that Xavier greatly appreciated, and looking at the softness of Evan's relaxed lips pulled Xavier back in. He delightedly kissed Evan, first in a lengthy exchange, then a few quick times in succession. He still could not believe this... was... really... happening.
"It's not another lightning band, is it?" Xavier asked, smiling wider than his face between kisses. "Because I think we broke the first one of those." He kissed Evan again and giggled as his hand pulled Evan's face closer in.
"It's not another lightning band, is it?" Xavier asked, smiling wider than his face between kisses. "Because I think we broke the first one of those." He kissed Evan again and giggled as his hand pulled Evan's face closer in.
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The knot that had gathered in Evan's chest released as Xavier kissed him back, relief slowly relaxing the last of his tensed-up muscles as the boy shifted into short, staccato glee.
The captain was surprised when the boy spoke. Some of his muscles started to tense again, worried that Xavier was speaking up to press him further, but then the meaning of the boy's words sank in, and Evan smiled against Xavier's lips.
"No lightning band," he said with a quick amused chuckle between kisses. Some damnable part of his brain tried to spoil his amusement with arguments about whether a metaphorical lightning band was in play, but he pushed those away as he reached up to grab at Xavier's wrists and lunge forward, pinning the boy down with a soft, playful growl.
From there he moved to nibble and suck at the boy's neck, and contemplated what he really wanted here. If he needed to not cum, and he needed to trust himself to not cum, he regrettably really did need to keep his dick dry, so to speak. Which, for sure was a fucking tragedy, but there were plenty of other fun things to do. An amused smirk curled against Xavier's skin at the thought of riding the poor boy. But, Evan wasn't sure that's what he wanted, either, even if imagining how beside himself Xavier might get was delightful. Thing was, with just how riled up Evan was, he wasn't sure he could trust himself from even that angle; he may just need to keep his pants on.
The captain moaned softly against Xavier's neck and started kissing down to the boy's collar bone, where he placed a quick nip. A soft but sudden gasp escaped him as his mind cut in memories from his first night with the goddess, this experience of kissing and nipping at the form of Xavier's body both familiar and not at the same time. He was being much more tender now than he'd been that first night, kind of obviously. But his jaw was growing longing for the way the goddess had let him--encouraged him--to really sink his teeth in. Evan let out his next exhale in a soft hum, and then bit down more firmly on Xavier's neck, wanting to test the waters now with the lieutenant actually in his own body, no goddess pretending to be him or taking control of him to muddy the waters.
Evan listened keenly to how the boy's breath changed as his teeth sank in further, and paid close attention to how his body moved. The captain kept a firm grip on the boy's wrists against the floor, even tightened his grasp a little further, his own body rocking forward slightly with a wave of excitement at starting to experiment to see what the boy would enjoy.
The captain was surprised when the boy spoke. Some of his muscles started to tense again, worried that Xavier was speaking up to press him further, but then the meaning of the boy's words sank in, and Evan smiled against Xavier's lips.
"No lightning band," he said with a quick amused chuckle between kisses. Some damnable part of his brain tried to spoil his amusement with arguments about whether a metaphorical lightning band was in play, but he pushed those away as he reached up to grab at Xavier's wrists and lunge forward, pinning the boy down with a soft, playful growl.
From there he moved to nibble and suck at the boy's neck, and contemplated what he really wanted here. If he needed to not cum, and he needed to trust himself to not cum, he regrettably really did need to keep his dick dry, so to speak. Which, for sure was a fucking tragedy, but there were plenty of other fun things to do. An amused smirk curled against Xavier's skin at the thought of riding the poor boy. But, Evan wasn't sure that's what he wanted, either, even if imagining how beside himself Xavier might get was delightful. Thing was, with just how riled up Evan was, he wasn't sure he could trust himself from even that angle; he may just need to keep his pants on.
The captain moaned softly against Xavier's neck and started kissing down to the boy's collar bone, where he placed a quick nip. A soft but sudden gasp escaped him as his mind cut in memories from his first night with the goddess, this experience of kissing and nipping at the form of Xavier's body both familiar and not at the same time. He was being much more tender now than he'd been that first night, kind of obviously. But his jaw was growing longing for the way the goddess had let him--encouraged him--to really sink his teeth in. Evan let out his next exhale in a soft hum, and then bit down more firmly on Xavier's neck, wanting to test the waters now with the lieutenant actually in his own body, no goddess pretending to be him or taking control of him to muddy the waters.
Evan listened keenly to how the boy's breath changed as his teeth sank in further, and paid close attention to how his body moved. The captain kept a firm grip on the boy's wrists against the floor, even tightened his grasp a little further, his own body rocking forward slightly with a wave of excitement at starting to experiment to see what the boy would enjoy.