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synopsis.â you and xavier try to relax & study in spring's fresh nature, buuut it seems he's a bit bad at hiding what he truly wants to do.
tags.â SFW. domestic fluff. playfighting. banter. teasing. all that good stuff!!
Letting the different hues of green glow into your eyelids is rather easy. When the book you're supposed to study off of is sitting in your lap and your study buddy is right next to you, there are too many things to pay attention to. Therefore, you allow yourself to enjoy the nice spring breeze as the leaves above you flow and rustle nicely in the wind.
But, to be frank, your buddy's distracted too. If it's not the wind, the newly reborn nature, or the book in his own lap, then it surely must be you. How the sun shines upon your face, how it makes your cheeks glowâit makes him feel a sense of resentment. He wants his own light to glisten on your face. And he does exactly that, until you feel the unusual warmth that it gives.
"Xavier, what are you doing?" You speak in a condescending, yet rather playful tone, rubbing the area he's shined his light upon. He's cryptic. You don't know how to feel about that, albeit you're used to it.
Xavier's brow twitches, almost as if it's sure of itself. "You were distracted." He points at the book in your lap, tapping on the page a couple times, its sound reaching your ears until you're sure he's just messing around again.
Flimsy excuse. You huff, brows knitted, back to the page. Though your eyes do occasionally steal glances from time to time, even as they go left and right to read whatever's in that book. It's so hard to focus, in fact, that you close your eyes to listen to a nearby butterfly flapping its wings as it's trying to land on another flower.
You open one eye. Sneaky. Turn to look at him, but he's engrossed in his own book (or, perhaps, pretending, but that's not important right now). Confident and a bit swayed by your incapability to focus even as you argue it's because of him, you reach out to him. You let the book fall on the grass, turning your body to crawl in front of him until you're hovering over him.
Xavier tilts his head to the side, a chuckle following right after. "Is this your way of studying?"
You narrow your eyes. "Was that your way of telling me I'm distracted? Ha, wellâ ow!"
Squish.
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Squish.
The sudden squeeze of your cheeks was not on the⌠list of your predictions. This is going off-plan. You pout, extending your arms to do the same to him.
But Xavier dodges your attacks, with your face still at the mercy of his thumb and index finger.
Squishing every single time you try to grab him again.
To the point, both of you look ridiculous.
"Xavier! Sttopph that! Not fair!" You protest in between your laughter. The book on his lap flips over to the ground due to your squirming, at which you take the advantage to roll yourself right off of him.
Not even giving him a moment to adjust himself, you stretch your arms to grab his own cheeks and nuzzle them around before starting your own squeezing mission.
But instead of him fighting back, he leans into your touch. He melts in your fingers. It makes you wonder if this was his plan all along.
Nevertheless, you lower your head a little to study his expression, grinning like an idiot. "Oh, wow, you really like it, don't you?"
Xavier murmurs, hovering his arms over yours to feel you even more. "Mmhm. Cohntinue."
It's hard not to also give in to it. His skin feels incredibly soft, and so it allows your fingers to sink into it rather easily. Even his facial expression looks silly, even with that slight smugness hidden underneath. It won't ever leave him, nor will the constant glimmer in his eyes, which you've learned to decode gradually, as it seems as if it's staring into your very soul. Oh, and his hands found your cheeks again.
Great. You scoff, moving your head to the rhythm of his movements.
"Got you." Xavier flatly states, his own eyelashes fluttering cartoonishly as he taunts you with his blinking. You scoff at it.
But you let him. Why wouldn't you?
"Isâ this whyâ you used your Evol earlier? On my face?"
An honest question. A reasonable one, too. Caught him red-handed. Surely he won't avoid it.
Xavier, in response, sits up a little. Inches a bit closer to you. He doesn't squish your face forcefully or hard; he only keeps it there as his gaze falls right in between his fingers. Instead, he lets you pull him closer to you. A small invitation, his eyes glisten. Your eyes also lower on his face until it's reached the point you can feel each ripple in his clothing due to the proximity.
You know what he's doing.
You let your hands cup his faceâagain, impatientâas you try to pull him a bit closer to you. But, apparently, Xavier finds joy in tormenting you. He stops.
⌠That works as a response, too.
a/n: haalloo first anon! thank u sm for requesting this ^-^ i hope it was to your liking,, would've made it longer lowkey buuut i didn't really know how to pace it. I LOVE IT SM THO IT'S SO SWEET!!! he's def obsessed w touching u anytime anywhere anyhow :DD
tags that i was forced to put here: @zaynezone @xiayuriz
honestly the ancient greek graffiti in egyptian tomb KV9 may be my favorite inscriptions ever if only because "i didn't like anything except the sarcophagus" sounds exactly like something i'd hear someone say in a museum in the modern day
"...If I cherish each moment, it will not be difficult to get through the day, for it is this endless love that creates hope, and perhaps I will be healed by your wounds, and perhaps I will be purified by your wounds..."
Being Racer Rafayelâs pretty little thing he uses to decorate his car seat. Youâre honestly the only mechanic whoâs willing to put up with his whining whenever his car is down for repairs.
Heâs fond of leaning onto you, placing his chin over your shoulder to watch you fiddle under the hood. Placing his clean hands over your oil and grease covered ones, chuckling softly when you manage to get oil on your face as well. Gently swiping it off with his thumb, Rafayel waves his hand over your face, teasing you about how close your face is to his engine.
You like his car thatttt much, huh? How about the driver? Do you like him too?
Itâs then you shove him away playfully, laughing at his mischief. Chiding him, telling him his car will never get fixed at this rate. Especially if Rafayel kept engaging you in conversation. All he does is shrug, leaning in closer to you.
Well, it doesnât matter if his car isnât ever fixed right. Heâll just have to come back to you again, right, Cutie?
