When He Calls My Name

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"Whatever," he says, and I sit up and grab the bottle from his hand, taking another sip.

"I've definitely had my moments too," I say.

"Yeah, like the time you kissed Venti at a party."

I frown, pointing the bottle at him. "What the hell, babe... why are you bringing that up now?"

He smirks, hands finding my waist and reeling himself closer. "I'm kidding," he says. "Sorry... I'm having fun, Aether. Really, this is amazing. Thank you."

I roll my eyes. "Think you can just say that and I'm gonna just forget it and hug you after?" I shake my head and pretend to be mad for about 5 seconds. "...Well, you're right." I sigh, before wrapping my arms around him, still pouring a bit. "You know that didn't mean anything."

"I know," he says. "Sorry. There wasn't enough drama today. I wanted to stir the pot."

"I hate you," I laugh. "Ugh, you're so weird now, what have I done to you?" I playfully push his face away from me, but he instead tightens his grip on my waist, and before I know it, I'm being pulled down on top of him. "Xiao, the wine!" I laugh more as I attempt to put it down safely to the side, before settling on his stomach and caressing his face.

He studies me: lips, nose, eyes, in that order, thumbs drawing small, gentle circles in my sides.

"You're so pretty," he whispers.

"You're so pretty," I copy.

"You're the most beautiful person alive." The passion in his voice makes my insides flip in the best of ways.

"No you." I smirk, before lowering my lips onto his, closing my eyes and filling the air with our little, sweet noises.  I pull away lightly, running a hand through his hair. "Sealed it with a kiss, so you can't argue with me."

His eyes search mine again, and he smiles, the softest breath of air leaving his lips that I translate as a chuckle. "You're so cute," he whispers.

"Pft, oh my gosh Xiao.." I dramatically brush a piece of hair behind my ear, rolling my eyes. "Stop ittt, you're gonna make me horny I mean blush."

His smile widens, and the way he's watching me actually makes me nervous, like I'm a little school girl who's locked eyes with her crush for the first time. "I love you," he says, and I feel his hand playing with my braid.

I twitch at the sensation. "I love you too."

"Thank you," he breathes, "for showing me what love is and helping me stay strong in it."

"Always," I whisper on his lips, and he steals them from me, eyes closing and hand gripping at my braid to adjust my head. I moan at the pulling, taking my braid back and fixing myself so that I'm hovering over the man below me. I take his hands, leaving a kiss on both palms as I watch his eyes, before pinning them over his head.

I can see the hunger in his gaze as I make my way down the length of his stomach, grabbing the cloth covering it with my teeth and pulling it up. His breaths deepen, and I leave soft little kisses on the warm flesh, traveling back up until I'm at his neck. Like a vampire in heat, I gnaw at the skin, biting and sucking as I feel him arch beneath me.

That's not the only thing I feel beneath me. As our crotches brush each others, I feel something grow against me. Xiao's breaths are hot at my ear as my mouth goes to work and my hand trails the length of his body. I lift my hips a bit to run my hand lower, grabbing a handful of him. His breaths hitch, neck rolling back and back arching deeper into my touch.

I smirk on his flesh, before biting and sucking this time at his lips as he desperately returns the favor. "I love how much you want it," I whisper on them, pulling away slightly to look at his eyes—they're so needy, almost feral the way they're searching with lust and impatience in mine in response to my touches. I chuckle. "You want it, now?" He nods, panting as my fingers tease at his member. I pull them away and give a look. "Hm. Well I didn't hear anything so—"