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blaire-apricity · 1 day

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Lip balm

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : Chapped lips are always a hassle, but you found a solution to it.

ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : short fiction, soft, fluff & possible OOC

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

You grumbled softly at the uncomfortable sensation of your dry lips. It had been a constant problem lately. Fortunately, you always carried a chapstick with you. You shifted slightly from Xavier’s warm embrace, where you had been cuddling, and his eyes followed you, curious. As you rummaged through your bag, he silently observed your movements with a calm fascination.

Pulling out the chapstick, you removed the cap, the pop sound breaking the silence of the room. You applied it slowly, biting and plucking your lips gently to ensure the balm spread evenly. When you turned back, you found Xavier watching you intently, his eyes filled with a curious softness, as if he were studying something new. He looked almost childlike in that moment, an adorable curiosity lighting up his features, which made you chuckle.

Returning to his side, you snuggled back into his arms, and he welcomed you without hesitation, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pulling you in closer, his warmth enveloping you again.

“What was that?�� he asked, a hint of curiosity lingering in his tone.

“Lip balm,” you replied casually, looking up at him with a playful smile. “For dry lips.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his usual composed expression softening as he mused. That’s when you noticed his own lips, slightly cracked at the edges. “You’ve got some dry lips too,” you pointed out, mimicking the motion on your own lips.

Xavier blinked, touching his bottom lip absentmindedly. You reached for the chapstick again but paused, a mischievous idea forming.

“Xavier,” you called, drawing his attention with a sly tone. He looked at you, still innocently curious, and you cupped his cheeks gently. Leaning in, your lips met his in a soft kiss, the balm transferring smoothly onto his lips.

When you pulled away, you couldn’t hide your triumphant smirk. His reaction was priceless—his ears turned a faint shade of red, and a soft blush crept over his cheeks. He blinked a few times, his gaze softening as he smiled at you, as if you had just made him fall for you all over again.

“Again,” he whispered, his voice even softer than before.

“What—”

“Kiss me again.”

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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

“Ugh… my lips are cracked again,” you groaned in frustration. The cold, rainy weather lately had done a number on your skin, especially your lips. It was becoming annoyingly routine.

Zayne, sitting at his desk reviewing surgical documents, sighed softly at your complaint. Without looking up, he shook his head in mild exasperation. “You should drink more water. Hydration is key.”

You pouted at his statement, knowing full well you’d been drinking plenty. “I do drink enough,” you countered, unconsciously licking your lips, which brought a brief but welcome relief.

Zayne glanced up at you from his papers, his sigh a bit louder this time. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a tube of lip balm and handed it to you. “Don’t lick your lips. When the saliva dries, it’ll make things worse.”

Accepting the balm, you stared at him, your eyes narrowing as they landed on his lips. “Wait, do you usually use this stuff?” you asked, a little surprised.

“I do,” he answered simply, his attention shifting back to his documents. You couldn’t help but notice how smooth and slightly glistening his lips looked, a fact that made you impulsively want to lean in and kiss him. You leaned forward slightly, but Zayne was quick, placing a firm hand on your shoulder before you could close the distance.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone calm but knowing.

Caught in the act, you huffed in mock annoyance, retreating with a playful pout. “I wanted to kiss you since you’ve already got balm on your lips…” Your voice trailed off, a little embarrassed by your boldness.

Zayne didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he set his papers aside, cupping your cheek with one hand as he expertly uncapped the balm with the other. He applied it to your lips with a gentle touch, the cool sensation of the balm contrasting with the warmth of his hand.

Just when you thought it was over, he finished applying the balm, then leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. The kiss was tender, yet it left your heart racing, as if it had been your first kiss all over again.

“There,” he murmured, pulling away, the corner of his lips curling into a faint smile. You were certain you’d melt into a puddle right there on the spot.

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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

“Rafayel! You need to put some lip balm on, your lips are cracking,” you said, arms crossed as you lightly scolded the ever-dramatic mermaid.

He huffed in response, crossing his own arms in an exaggerated manner and turning away from you with a sharp flick of his hair. “No! I’ve never used that stuff, and I don’t plan on starting now. You’re my bodyguard, not my nanny!”

It was impossible not to laugh at his theatrics. Most of the time, you felt more like you were babysitting him than anything else, whether you were on duty or spending time together outside of work.

Rafayel narrowed his gaze when he heard your chuckle. “Are you laughing at me?” he asked, a suspicious edge to his tone.

“Not at all,” you said with a smile that betrayed your denial. “But seriously, if you don’t use something, your lips will start bleeding.” You held out a tube of chapstick, but he shook his head vehemently.

“I’ll survive,” he retorted, turning his head stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes and opened the tube, stepping closer. He backed away immediately, like a startled cat. “I don’t need it!”

“You do!” you insisted, gripping his chin gently, but he kept squirming and moving, making it impossible to apply the balm. You probably smeared it on his cheek at this point.

“Stay still!” you laughed, struggling to keep up with his evasive maneuvers.

“No!” he whined dramatically, but you had a trump card. Without warning, you leaned in and kissed him, catching him completely off guard. His eyes widened, and he froze in place as your lips met his, allowing you to finally apply the balm.

Pulling back, you smirked and gave him another quick peck. “See? Now your lips are nice and smooth whenever I kiss you.”

Rafayel was left speechless, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He blinked, clearly malfunctioning from the surprise kiss.

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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

Sylus chuckled as he examined your collection of lip balms, spread across the bedside table. His deep voice resonated in the room, a soft echo in the intimate setting. “Why do you need so many different lip balms?”

You were lying on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, only half-listening. “In case I lose one,” you said nonchalantly, barely glancing up.

“Uh-huh,” Sylus drawled, clearly amused. “And you need two extra pairs?”

“They smell different,” you added, more engaged in your screen than the conversation. When you finally glanced up, you saw him inspecting the melon-flavored balm you used most often.

He twisted off the cap, raising it to his nose. “Smells like melon, all right,” he commented.

“Don’t you use one?” you asked, tilting your head as you studied him.

Sylus raised an eyebrow, leaning against the edge of the bed. “Not really,” he replied smoothly. His eyes flickered with interest as he glanced at your lips. “What flavor are you wearing now?”

“Strawberry, I think?” you replied, a bit unsure. You touched your lips, trying to catch the scent.

Sylus smirked at your uncertainty. “Why don’t you try tasting it?”

Your brows furrowed, about to respond when Sylus leaned in, pressing his lips to yours before you could say another word. His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his tongue darted out, grazing your bottom lip.

The kiss took your breath away. When he pulled back, his signature smirk was firmly in place. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “There’s no taste.”

Your lips tingled, and you could only stare at him, still processing what had just happened. Sylus motioned to his own lips, now coated with your chapstick. “Guess I use lip balm now too.”

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╰｡ Author's Note: I had this idea for a while now HAHA, glad to have written it off. For once, I didn't stumble much on Zayne's part actually. Also I apologize for the different blog designs (especially my pinned post) but I was trying to keep the designs more minimal since at some websites and especially in phones there's some symbols that can't be seen. I hope I eliminated that one.

I probably should work more on my tags as well.

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heartlittledesires · 1 day

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LADS: SHOWING OFF THEIR BODY THROUGH TEXTS;

Bonus:

That's all for now, thank you

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doloresbutitsdolly · 2 days

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Body-ody!

Tw: body appreciation, just simping over men bigger than you

There's something so, enticing about his physical appearance. How much bigger he is than you. How much taller, much stronger he is compared to you.

He could be lounging on the couch, taking up most of its space, leaving a small gap for you to squeeze yourself into (most of the time you end up on his lap, snuggled up and cozy).

He could be carrying something with ease. Like the time you ask him for help with the heavy boxes you needed to move. Unsurprisingly, he picked one up with one hand when you could barely push it using your body weight. He knows, oh he knows. That's why he flexes any chance he gets. He picks you up like it's nothing before swinging you over his shoulder and into the bedroom.

"Like what you see, baby?" he'd asked with a smug smile on his face.

He loves how you fawn over him. It makes him feel oh so masculine. It boosts his ego when he realises how riled up you get when he shows how big he is.

And when you're taking him so well, he can't help but press loving kisses on your face. He loves his little baby, his baby who tries so hard to be good for him.

He can't help but smile as you're panting and sweating, "m'trying, you're too big!" you'd say and all he can do is brush your hair away to the side before bucking up his hips to help you. You'd squeal before lightly smacking his chest for his action. He'd laugh before kissing you, your annoyed look slowly melting away.

You love your big boy, don't you?

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ewyuzu · 1 day

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mooncake festival with lads men 🥮🌙

a/n: late post but happy mooncake festival! wishing you all happiness, good health, and togetherness this mooncake festival. may the moonlight bring peace and joy to your heart!

- sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel and caleb x reader

sylus

the mooncake festival is alive with color and light. lanterns of every shape and size hang from strings above, casting a warm, golden glow over the streets. laughter fills the air, and you can hear the soft melody of traditional music playing in the distance. the night feels magical, but despite the excitement around you, it’s sylus’s presence beside you that holds your attention the most.

he walks quietly, his gaze sweeping over the festival, ever alert as always. but there’s a softness in the way he walks next to you, like he’s more relaxed than usual. his hand brushes yours occasionally, sending small sparks up your arm, but he doesn’t take your hand. not yet, anyway.

“you’ve been quiet tonight,” you say softly, glancing at him.

he turns his head slightly, those red eyes of his meeting yours for a brief moment. “just thinking,” he replies, his voice low and smooth.

“about what?” you ask, curious. sylus rarely shares his thoughts openly.

“about how different this is,” he admits, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “from… what i’m used to.”

you tilt your head, intrigued. “different in a good way?”

he doesn’t answer right away, but his gaze softens as he looks ahead at the glowing lanterns. “yeah,” he finally says. “in a good way.”

you walk together for a while, weaving through the crowd. despite the lively energy around you, there’s a sense of calm between you and sylus, an unspoken understanding. the two of you stop in front of a group of people dancing in the square. the music is slow, melodic, and the dancers move gracefully under the lantern light. you watch them for a moment, caught up in the beauty of it.

“do you dance?” sylus asks, breaking the silence. his voice is quiet, almost as if he’s testing the waters.

you blink, a little surprised by the question. “uh… not really,” you say, laughing nervously. “i mean, i can, but it’s not exactly my strong suit.”

he looks at you, his expression unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart beat faster. “let’s see,” he says, holding out his hand.

your breath catches in your throat. you didn’t expect him to actually ask you to dance, especially not here, in front of all these people. but the way he’s looking at you, calm and confident, makes it impossible to refuse. you hesitantly place your hand in his, and his grip is firm but gentle, his skin warm against yours.

“sylus, i’m really not—” you start, but he cuts you off with a soft smile, the kind that makes your knees feel weak.

“i’ll lead,” he says simply, guiding you toward the quieter side of the square, away from the crowd but still under the lanterns. the music continues to play, and before you know it, sylus has placed one hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand, and he begins to move.

you follow his lead, your body unsure at first but quickly falling into rhythm with his. his movements are smooth, controlled, and it feels almost effortless dancing with him. there’s something about the way he holds you, the way he looks at you under the soft glow of the lanterns, that makes the world around you fade away. it’s just you and sylus, moving together in perfect harmony.

“you’re better than you let on,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “only because you’re leading.”

he tilts his head slightly, his red eyes never leaving yours. “maybe. or maybe you’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

his words make your heart skip a beat, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. the closeness between you feels almost overwhelming now, the way his hand rests on your waist, the way his fingers are intertwined with yours. you’re not sure how much longer you can hold his gaze without completely melting.

“i didn’t expect you to dance,” you say quietly, trying to break the tension.

“neither did i,” he replies, his voice soft, almost thoughtful. “but… something about tonight feels different. lighter.”

you smile up at him, your heart swelling at the rare glimpse of vulnerability he’s showing you. “i’m glad,” you whisper.

the music slows, and so do your movements, but neither of you lets go. you’re standing so close now, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, close enough to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing. the air between you feels charged, like something unspoken is lingering just beneath the surface.

“sylus…” you begin, but the words die on your lips when he shifts closer, his forehead almost touching yours.

“stay with me tonight,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart races, and for a moment, you’re not sure if he means here, at the festival, or something deeper. but before you can respond, he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“just… don’t leave yet,” he adds, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

you nod, unable to speak, and he smiles—just a small, brief smile—but it’s enough to make your heart flutter.

later, the festival becomes too much. the noise, the crowds, the constant buzz of energy—it’s overwhelming. you feel it creeping up on you, that need to escape, to find some peace away from the chaos. sylus notices before you even have to say anything. he’s always so attuned to you, as if he can sense your every thought and feeling.

“want to get out of here?” he asks quietly, his voice cutting through the noise.

you nod, grateful, and without another word, he takes your hand, leading you away from the lantern-lit streets and out into the quiet countryside. the night air is cool against your skin, and soon, the sounds of the festival fade into the distance, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of crickets.

you walk in comfortable silence until you reach a small lake, its surface smooth and still, reflecting the full moon above. sylus leads you to a large stone by the water’s edge, sitting down and gesturing for you to join him. you sit beside him, the cool grass beneath you, and breathe in the peacefulness of the night.

“this is better,” you say quietly, looking out at the moonlit lake.

“yes,” sylus agrees, his voice soft. “it is.”

he pulls a small box from his coat pocket and opens it, revealing two mooncakes. he hands one to you, and you take it with a small smile, your fingers brushing his as you do. there’s something intimate about the simple gesture, the way he thought to bring something just for the two of you.

“didn’t know you had a sweet tooth,” you tease lightly, taking a bite of the mooncake.

he chuckles softly, the sound low and warm. “i don’t. but i figured you might.”

you raise an eyebrow, amused. “you’re thoughtful, aren’t you?”

“only sometimes,” he says, and there’s that rare smile again, the one that makes your heart do a little flip.

you sit together in silence for a while, sharing mooncakes and watching the reflection of the moon on the lake. the air is cool, but sylus’s presence beside you is warm, comforting. at some point, you lean back, your shoulder brushing against his. he doesn’t pull away, and neither do you.

“it’s peaceful here,” you murmur, glancing over at him.

he nods, his gaze still focused on the water. “it is. i could stay here all night.”

“me too,” you whisper, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

the night stretches on, the two of you sitting side by side, saying nothing but understanding everything. in the quiet of the moonlit lake, it’s like the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, and for once, everything feels simple. everything feels right.

zayne

the festival is alive with vibrant colors, lanterns glowing in every direction, casting soft hues of red, gold, and orange across the crowded streets. laughter and chatter fill the air, but zayne walks beside you, quieter than usual. his gaze shifts around, observing the details with a thoughtful expression.

“there’s something i want to show you,” he says, his voice low but steady. without another word, he gently takes your hand, leading you through the crowd. your pulse quickens, feeling the warmth of his hand, and for a moment, the noise of the festival seems to fade away.

he brings you to a quieter part of the festival, where people are writing wishes on lanterns. they carefully attach their slips of paper to the lanterns, watching them drift upward, joining the sea of glowing lights floating towards the sky.

zayne hands you a small piece of paper and a pen. “it’s tradition to write down your wishes for the future,” he explains, his gaze fixed on the lanterns above. “then you let it go.”

you glance at the paper in your hand, the smooth texture between your fingers feeling heavier than it should. “do you believe in these kinds of things?” you ask, curious.

zayne shrugs, though there’s a softness in his eyes. “i don’t know if wishes come true this way, but… maybe it’s more about letting go. letting the universe know what you want.”

you watch him for a moment, his expression unreadable. slowly, you write your wish down, feeling the weight of the words settle in your chest. you glance at him, wondering if he’s already written his wish.

he hesitates, his pen poised over the paper. his eyes flicker towards you briefly before returning to his blank slip. “i’m not very good at this,” he murmurs, his voice almost too soft to hear.

you smile gently, nudging him with your elbow. “it doesn’t have to be perfect. just write whatever comes to mind.”

he lets out a quiet breath, and you see his hand move, writing something down with careful strokes. when he finishes, his fingers linger over the paper for a moment longer before he folds it and attaches it to his lantern.

you both stand there, holding your lanterns in your hands, the soft glow illuminating your faces. “ready?” you ask, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

zayne glances at you, something unreadable in his gaze. “yeah. ready.”

you release your lanterns at the same time, watching them drift into the sky, their light growing smaller as they join the others. there’s a quiet moment between you, the festival noise a distant hum in the background, as you both watch the lanterns disappear.

after a long pause, zayne breaks the silence. “what did you wish for?” he asks, his tone casual, but there’s a hint of curiosity behind his words.

you smile, shaking your head. “i’m not telling. that ruins the wish, doesn’t it?”

he chuckles softly, a rare sound that makes your heart skip. “fair enough.”

you tilt your head, looking at him thoughtfully. “what about you? what did you wish for?”

his eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, he hesitates. then, a small smile tugs at his lips, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “i think i’ll keep that one to myself,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

but the way he looks at you, the intensity in his gaze, tells you everything you need to know.

the night grows quieter as the festival winds down, but the sky above still dances with bursts of color from the fireworks. zayne leads you away from the busy streets, toward a quieter spot by the lake. the soft lapping of the water against the shore is a soothing contrast to the earlier excitement.

you sit down on a bench together, the cool night air brushing against your skin. the lanterns hanging from the trees reflect off the water, casting a soft glow around the two of you. zayne leans back, his arms resting casually behind him, eyes fixed on the sky.

“it’s peaceful here,” he says, his voice low, almost as if he’s speaking more to himself than to you.

you nod, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. there’s a calmness in his posture, but his gaze is distant, as if his mind is elsewhere. “you’ve been quiet tonight,” you say gently, hoping to draw him out.

he turns his head slightly, looking at you. “just… thinking,” he admits, his tone softer than usual. “about things. about the future.”

you tilt your head, watching him carefully. “what about the future?”

he’s silent for a moment, his gaze drifting back to the water. “sometimes, i wonder if i’m doing the right thing. if the path i’m on is leading where i want to go. or if i’m just…” he trails off, shaking his head. “i don’t know.”

you reach out, placing a hand on his arm, your touch gentle. “you don’t have to have all the answers right now, zayne.”

he lets out a quiet breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at your touch. “it’s just… when i’m around you, i feel like maybe things could be different. better.”

your heart skips a beat at his words, the vulnerability in his voice catching you off guard. “you make things better too, you know,” you say softly, your thumb brushing against his arm in a comforting gesture.

he turns to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “you really think that?”

you nod, meeting his gaze. “i know it.”

there’s a long pause, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence as the fireworks continue to light up the sky. the colors reflect off the water, casting soft hues across his face, making him look almost ethereal in the moonlight.

without warning, zayne reaches out, his hand covering yours. his touch is warm, steady, and the simple gesture makes your breath hitch. he doesn’t say anything, but the way his fingers curl around yours, the gentle pressure of his hand, speaks volumes.

“thank you,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the moment is too fragile for louder words.

you smile, your heart swelling with an emotion you can’t quite name. “for what?”

he doesn’t look away from you, his gaze steady, almost intense. “for being here. for… everything.”

the night stretches on, the sounds of the festival fading into the background. and as you sit there, hand in hand, under the glow of the moon and the lanterns, you realize that sometimes, the quietest moments say the most.

xavier

the festival is in full swing, the streets alive with the vibrant colors of lanterns and the buzz of excited festival-goers. as you and xavier weave through the crowded pathways, he stays close, his presence steady beside you. the laughter and chatter of the crowd seem overwhelming, and you can’t help but feel a bit disoriented.

“stick close,” xavier says, his voice low but firm as he gently guides you through the throngs of people. his hand finds its way to your lower back, a reassuring touch that keeps you close to him.

you glance up at him, noticing how focused he is on making sure you’re safe. “thanks for staying so close,” you say, feeling a mix of relief and warmth at his protective gesture.

he meets your gaze with a soft smile. “it’s my job to look out for you,” he replies, his eyes reflecting the glow of the lanterns. “especially in a crowd like this. you never know what could happen.”

as you continue walking, you can feel the occasional bump from other festival-goers. each time, xavier’s grip on your back tightens slightly, his body subtly shielding you from any potential collisions.

“you’re really good at this,” you comment, trying to lighten the mood. “you could be a professional crowd navigator.”

he chuckles softly, a sound that feels warm and comforting. “well, i’ve had some practice. but honestly, it’s not about navigating crowds. it’s about making sure you’re okay.”

you feel a flutter in your chest at his words. “i’m fine, really. but it’s nice to have you looking out for me.”

xavier’s smile softens, and he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. “i wouldn’t have it any other way. i care about you too much to let anything happen.”

just then, someone jostles you, causing you to stumble slightly. before you can react, xavier has you firmly pressed against his side, his arm around you in a protective embrace.

“careful there,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing presence in your ear. “it’s easy to get bumped around in these crowds.”

you look up at him, noticing how his expression is a blend of concern and calm. “i guess it’s a good thing you’re here.”

he nods, his gaze meeting yours with a warmth that makes your heart race. “i’m always here, as long as you need me.”

you walk together, the crowd slowly thinning out as you approach a quieter area. xavier’s grip on your back remains steady, a comforting reminder of his presence. when you finally reach a less crowded spot, you both stop, taking a deep breath and enjoying the calmer surroundings.

“we made it through,” you say, glancing around at the more peaceful scene.

“we did,” xavier agrees, his hand lingering on your back before he slowly pulls away. “and i’m glad i could be here with you.”

you smile at him, feeling a deep sense of appreciation for his care. “thanks for looking out for me.”

xavier’s smile grows, a genuine, warm expression. “anytime.”

the festival has wound down, and the streets are quieter now, the earlier buzz replaced by a gentle calm. xavier leads you to a secluded corner away from the main crowd, where the soft light of the lanterns still casts a gentle glow. the air is crisp, and you feel a sense of tranquility settling over you.

xavier pulls out a mooncake from a small bag he’s been carrying. “i thought we could have a little quiet moment away from the hustle,” he says, handing you the mooncake with a grin.

you accept it with a smile, feeling the warmth of his gesture. “that sounds perfect.”

as you both sit on a nearby bench, xavier takes out another mooncake and breaks it in half, offering you the larger piece. “here, you take the bigger half. it’s only fair.”

you laugh softly, taking the mooncake from him. “you’re too kind. but i insist you have the bigger piece.”

he shakes his head, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “i’m fine. besides, i’m more interested in sharing the moment with you.”

you both take a bite, savoring the sweet taste of the mooncake. the silence between you is comfortable, the occasional sound of distant laughter and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze the only interruptions.

“it’s nice out here,” you say after a moment, breaking the silence. “it feels peaceful.”

xavier nods, his gaze fixed on the moonlit sky. “yeah, it is. sometimes, it’s good to step away from the crowd and just enjoy the quiet.”

you glance at him, noticing how relaxed he looks. “do you come here often?”

“not as much as i’d like,” he admits. “but whenever i need a break from everything, this is where i come. it’s a good place to think.”

you nod, understanding. “what do you usually think about?”

xavier looks thoughtful for a moment before answering. “a lot of things. my work, my goals… and sometimes, just how nice it is to be in a moment like this.”

you smile, touched by his openness. “i’m glad we’re sharing this moment together.”

he turns to you, his expression softening. “me too. it’s special to me.”

you finish your mooncake, feeling a sense of contentment. “what about you? what’s your favorite part of the festival?”

xavier takes a sip from his cup of tea, thinking for a moment. “i think it’s the way people come together, sharing these traditions. it reminds me of what’s important.”

you nod in agreement, feeling the connection between you deepen. “i feel that too. it’s nice to be reminded of the simple things.”

xavier’s eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the world around you fades away. “yeah. and it’s nice to share those moments with someone who understands.”

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “i’m really glad we’re here together.”

xavier reaches out, his hand brushing against yours in a gentle, lingering touch. “so am i.”

the night continues, the festival lights now distant but the feeling of togetherness strong between you. as you sit there, sharing a quiet moment with xavier, you realize how much more meaningful these simple times can be.

rafayel

as the mooncake festival fills the streets with glowing lanterns and soft laughter, rafayel stands beside you, his usual calm demeanor present, but there’s something different in his eyes tonight. a quiet intensity, like he's carrying a secret.

“let’s step away for a moment,” he says, his voice soft yet certain. he gently takes your hand, guiding you through the crowd, away from the noise, until you find a quiet corner near a beautiful lantern display. the warm, flickering light casts soft shadows across his face, highlighting the small, subtle smile playing at his lips.

“i have something for you,” he finally says, pulling a small, wrapped box from the inner pocket of his jacket. his eyes flicker to yours, almost nervously, before he holds it out to you. “i thought... it might be fitting for tonight.”

you take the gift from him, fingers brushing against his briefly, and unwrap it slowly, savoring the moment. inside is a delicately crafted lantern, but not just any lantern. carved into its surface is a symbol—one you recognize from lemurian culture, something ancient and meaningful.

“rafayel… it’s beautiful,” you whisper, tracing the symbol with your fingers. “did you have this made?”

he nods, his gaze steady but filled with something deeper, something unspoken. “it’s a symbol of protection,” he explains quietly. “i wanted to give you something that would... keep you safe. especially tonight.”

his words are understated, but the weight of them presses gently against your heart. he’s never been one for grand gestures or loud proclamations. this, however, feels more intimate than any words could express.

“thank you,” you say softly, looking up at him. “it means more than you know.”

rafayel looks down for a moment, almost shy, before meeting your gaze again. “i don’t usually give gifts,” he admits, a hint of awkwardness in his tone, “but i wanted you to have something... special.”

you smile, feeling the warmth between you both, not just from the lanterns around but from the quiet affection that rafayel often keeps hidden. you step closer, feeling the moment stretch between you, unspoken but deeply felt.

“i’ll treasure it,” you promise, holding the lantern close. rafayel gives a soft nod, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his lips, as the night deepens, the festival around you a soft backdrop to the intimacy you share.

later in the evening, after wandering through the festival and enjoying the sights, rafayel pauses by a quiet area where lanterns hang low, casting a golden glow on the cobblestone path. he looks at you with a thoughtful expression.

“sit for me,” he says, pulling a small sketchpad and a few brushes from his bag. “i want to capture you... right now, under the light.”

you chuckle, a little shy but flattered. “right here? now?”

he nods, already setting up his canvas. “the lighting is perfect. it’ll only take a few minutes.”

you settle onto a nearby bench, feeling the soft warmth of the lanterns overhead. rafayel’s focus sharpens as he begins to work, his hands moving with precision. the strokes of his brush are deliberate, and you can tell he’s completely lost in the moment, immersed in the way the light plays across your features.

“you’re really serious about this, huh?” you tease lightly, but there’s admiration in your voice.

“i’m always serious when it comes to my art,” he replies without looking up, though there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. “and when it comes to you.”

your heart flutters at his words, but before you can respond, something soft brushes against your legs. you glance down to see a small, fluffy cat weaving its way around your ankles. you stifle a laugh, knowing rafayel’s well-known fear of cats.

the cat, curious and bold, leaps up onto the edge of rafayel’s canvas, knocking his brush from his hand. he freezes, his eyes wide in alarm, completely thrown off by the unexpected intruder.

“oh no... a monster...” he mutters, his voice tense, as he tries to inch away from the cat without making any sudden movements.

you can’t hold back your laughter anymore. “rafayel, it’s just a cat!” you giggle, standing up to shoo the cat away. “it’s not going to hurt you.”

“i know that,” he says defensively, though his body remains stiff. “it’s just... i don’t particularly like them.”

the cat, seemingly sensing his discomfort, decides to settle right on top of his palette, smudging the paint in the process. rafayel’s expression is a mix of frustration and panic, but you can’t help but find it endearing.

“you’re going to have to include the cat in the painting now,” you tease, trying to gently lift the cat away, but it stubbornly remains on the palette, its tail flicking.

rafayel sighs, shaking his head. “i suppose i don’t have much of a choice, do i?” he says, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite himself.

“come on, pose with it,” he adds, his tone lighter now. “let’s make this a proper portrait.”

you sit back down, this time with the cat in your lap, and strike a playful pose. rafayel, still a little uneasy, starts painting again, but the moment has turned softer, funnier. you talk while he paints, teasing him about his fear, and he plays along, opening up more than usual as the night drifts on.

“you know,” he says quietly after a while, “i’ve never painted anyone like this before.”

“like what?” you ask, curious.

“someone who can make me forget everything else,” he murmurs, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “even the things i’m afraid of.”

the intimacy in his words, in the way he looks at you, warms you more than the lanterns surrounding you ever could. and as you sit there, cat in your lap, rafayel painting your portrait under the moonlight, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, sharing a moment that’s as tender as it is unforgettable.

caleb

the soft glow of lanterns hangs in the air, the sky above skyhaven illuminated by the full moon. you and caleb sit side by side on a low bench, surrounded by the bustling energy of the mooncake festival. despite the crowd, it feels like it’s just the two of you, tucked away from the noise, with a plate of mooncakes resting between you.

caleb nudges the plate a little closer to you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “think you can catch it if i toss it to you?” he asks, already floating a mooncake slightly off the plate with his telekinesis.

you laugh, shaking your head. “you’re just going to make it hover out of my reach like last time, aren’t you?”

“i promise i’ll be nice this time,” he says with a playful grin, though you’re not entirely convinced. the mooncake hovers in front of you for a moment, just close enough to touch, before it floats upward, just a little higher. you make a grab for it, but it drifts back, teasing you.

“caleb!” you protest, though you can’t help but laugh. “you’re cheating again!”

he chuckles, watching you try again, letting you get just close enough to almost catch it before pulling it back once more. “what, you didn’t think i’d make it easy, did you?” he teases, his smile wide and warm.

you roll your eyes, standing up this time to get a better angle. “you’re impossible, you know that?” you say, taking a playful swipe at the mooncake. this time, he lets it drift into your hands, your fingers brushing against its soft surface.

“there, see? you won,” caleb says, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “but i still had fun.”

you hold the mooncake triumphantly, though the look on his face tells you he let you win on purpose. you sit back down beside him, bumping his shoulder lightly. “you’re lucky i’m a good sport.”

as you take a bite of the mooncake, caleb shifts slightly, his hand reaching into his jacket pocket. you watch him curiously as he pulls out a small box, his expression softening. he opens it slowly, revealing a delicate necklace with a crescent moon pendant, its silver surface glinting in the lantern light.

“what’s this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“it’s for you,” caleb says quietly, lifting the necklace out of the box with his telekinesis. it hovers between you for a moment, the moon-shaped pendant catching the light in a way that makes it seem to glow. “i saw it and thought of you.”

you can feel your heart skip a beat as the necklace floats gently toward you, stopping just above your chest. caleb’s gaze softens as he watches you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more sincere, more intimate.

“caleb, it’s beautiful,” you whisper, your fingers brushing the pendant as it hovers in front of you. “you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” he interrupts softly, his voice low. “the moon... it always reminds me of the time we spent together, back in linkon city. this festival... it’s special to me, because you’re here.”

he uses his telekinesis to carefully place the necklace around your neck, the cool metal of the pendant settling just above your collarbone. the gesture is tender, almost too intimate, and you find yourself leaning a little closer to him, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

“you’re always showing off,” you say, teasing him gently, though there’s no malice in your tone. “but... i really love it. thank you, caleb.”

his lips twitch into a small smile, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. the quiet between you feels natural, comfortable. the lanterns above flicker softly in the evening breeze, casting a gentle glow over the two of you.

“you know,” caleb says after a while, “i always liked teasing you back then. it was the only way i knew to get your attention.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “some things never change.”

he grins, leaning back slightly as his hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. the touch lingers for just a second longer than necessary, making your heart race.

“i guess some things don’t,” he murmurs, his voice almost lost in the sounds of the festival around you. “but i’m glad we have moments like this now. i wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

you smile at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “neither would i.”

as the night stretches on, the two of you sit in comfortable silence, the moon shining brightly above you, the delicate weight of the necklace against your skin a constant reminder of the quiet, unspoken bond between you and caleb.

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sefynarose · 3 days

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Rafayel: “Act my age? What the fuck is that, “act my age”. What do I care how old I am? The Ocean is old as fuck. It will still drown your ass with vigor.”

#one of my favorite quotes and it reminds me of none other than Rafayel ✨#lads #love and deepspace #lnds #l&ds #rafayel #lads rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #lnds rafayel #incorrect quotes

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yourfriendlypyrovampire · 3 days

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I can definitely see him saying this while climbing on top of you in bed because you didn't wake up when he wanted you to. Pulling the covers back and nibbling at your neck saying, "Om nom nom nom!!" playfully.

#imagine #this Lemurian got inside of my head again #love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #lads rafayel #lnds rafayel #rafayel x reader #it was 7:05 in the morning when he sai #d this & i had already been up for 3 hours #he's so cute tho

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fuckyeahchinesefashion · 1 day

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a chinese mianhuawawa doll (popular fandom merch) of zayne/li shen from love and deep space

and there are mhww of xavier/shen xinghui and rafayel/qi yu

#china #fandom merch #fluffy #mhww #lnds #lads #zayne #rafayel #xavier #love and deepspace

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rafayelbiter · 3 days

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mmmm Girl Dinner! 🤤🤤👅

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace meme #lnds #lads #lnds rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #lnds xavier #lnds zayne #lnds sylus #lnds caleb #rafayel #silly #coquette #girl dinner #girl diary #just girly things

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lilydally · 21 hours

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I have a (simp)le question

WHY IS UR RAFAYEL SO DAMN ADORABLE OH MY GODDISHVSVSHSHW

I WANT TO SQUISH HIM

I will sell my soul to see pouty Raf in ur artstyle

sorry for the late reply!! omg... thank you so much?? 😳😳😭

pls dont sell ur soul i'm a willing raf drawer

i love my dramatic pouty babygirl 🙈🙈

#love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace #恋与深空 #lnds rafayel #恋と深空 #rafayel #lily art #anon #asks #honestly if i werent busy i would be drawing raf so much #gods know im so down bad for him its so serious #kicking my feet giggling whenever i see his pretty lil face

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skyguyswife · 2 days

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stumbled upon this video and I cannot stop laughing 😭🙏🏻

#love and deepspace x reader #rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads rafayel #lads sylus #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads #raf #love and deepspace

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nadinefromwhere · 3 days

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meeting the parents... BUT MAKE IT FILIPINO 💥💥💥

summary: it wouldn't be a challenge to meet your parents right?

i have cooked another fic for da week might do raf next 🥰🥰 I HAVE STARVED THE VOICES IN MY HEAD SO I DID THIS

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Zayne - Zayne or lovely doctor making sure to learn filipino or some words of it during his free time 💅🏻💅🏻 - AHEM EXCUSE ME AS SOON AS YOUR PARENTS SAW HIM THEY KNEW HE WAS THE ONE - “Anak ang gwapo ng boyfriend mo” - si mama - And since he’s a doctor they’ll gladly accept him as there son in law immediately ☝🏻 - LIKE HELLO I DON'T THINK THEY WOULD DENY THE FACT THAT THERE DAUGHTERS BOYFRIEND IS ATTRACTIVE AND A DOCTOR TOO??? - I have a feeling when your uncle or any family member that has health questions or anything related to that they straight up ask Zayne about it - AND HUGE HEADCANON I HAVE A FEELING THAT mom in question would be like “look oh my anak dates a doctor 🥰” every chance she gets 💥💥💥 - And then when its dad he probably would play some board games or watch tv with Zayne 😃 Rafayel - Considering the fact that this man over here knows lots of languages i bet he knows how to speak filipino and is fluent - I have a feeling mom would love him but dad? Maybe suspish at first but eventually over time trusts him - I also have a feeling during the first meeting when rafa and dad were along he’d be like “wag mo saktan ang anak ko lagot ka sakin ha 😡” - So of course Rafayel he made sure that he’ll earn papas trust 💅🏻💅🏻 - Falling asleep out of nowhere while watching? He’d make sure to put a blanket on you and close the tv - I think some gestures after that UR DAD FINALLY ACCEPTS HIM AS HIS SON IN LAW 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Xavier - This guy over here, he’d be making sure to learn filipino as much as he can so he can impress your parents even if it's just a few phrases 😭😭(my babyyyyy) - If he like meets your parents, he’s kinda shy at first cuz uhm he technically doesn't know how to speak in filipino- - I think rest assured parents will be able to speak english…..right? - Dead ass have a feeling he’d eventually fit right in - MAMA BE TREATING HIM LIKE HER OWN SON - Xavier shall not come home starved but shall come home bloated and full 💅🏻 - “Nak kumain ka pa ang konti mo lang kinain” and then starts putting large amounts of food in the plate - AND THEN OH BOY HE WOULD COME HOME WITH CONTAINERS FULL OF FOOD but baby it lasts for a good month already 🥺☝🏻 Sylus - Of course same as Zayne and Xav he will learn some filipino before meeting your parents - They be like “🤨anak sino yan” - But don't worry Sylus had a plan all along if things go downhill 🫡 - Cause who on earth would just casually say “IM THE LEADER OF ONYCHINUS AND I'M GONNA MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER 🦅🦅🦅🦅” yeah no Sylus won't do that at all - And mah goodness parents be acting suspish still giving the 🤨 to him 😭 - “I'm a businessman 😇”well i mean it wouldn't be bad if there daughter married a businessman right? - In the end all goes well and could happily say that Sylus earned their trust - But papa be watching on him 👀

mentions!!!:

@axerrri

#love and deep space #fyp #fanfic #fanfiction #zayne x reader #rafayel #sylus #fluff #lads sylus #love and deepspace

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acciotaitlynn · 2 days

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ fresh smut, ft. our favorite fishie & star boy

❤︎ lately you, rafayel, and xavier have grown much, much closer…

❤︎ seaside threesome, prob too many feelings, blowies, pussy eating, basically raf&xav have it down bad for each other, & you rlly like to watch them get it on

❤︎ 4,129 words

𓀐𓂸

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆛

The moonlit sea glistened, its waves whispering softly against the shore in a calm and hypnotizing rhythm. You rested on a blanket beneath the sky, Rafayel and Xavier close beside you.

You traced the constellations with your fingertips, counting as many as your eyes could find.

You’d just come back from a month-long assignment in a neighboring country, and for the first time since you left, you finally felt calm. Being around the two men was like a balm to your soul, easing the weight of the horrors you’d witnessed while you were away.

“I like it here… You can actually see the stars,” Xavier said softly, his voice gentle as he reached out, pretending to catch a star in his hand. He shifted to his side, eyes soft as he mimed a kiss in your direction. Tiny balls of light kissed yours and Rafayels cheek before gently dissolving into nothing. “Yeah. Stars seem to burn brighter over the sea,” Rafayel replied, rolling over to mimic Xavier’s position, their large bodies surrounding you.

They gazed down, their eyes bright and hazy from too much wine, a soft blush ghosting across Rafayel’s cheeks. His hand brushed across your face as he tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Speaking of shining, you’re brighter than the whole sky, cutie.” You felt your own cheeks flush as his thumb lightly pressed against your lower lip.

Xavier took your hand in his, fingers interlacing as he gave you a comforting squeeze. “We missed you, you know,” he said quietly. “I know, I missed you, too,” you whispered, returning his squeeze. Xavier moved closer, his palm cradling your face as he kissed you deeply.

You felt another pair of hands exploring the curves of your breasts, teasing the sensitive tips with gentle flicks of his fingers. Your body arched off the ground, drawn toward Rafayels touch. Xavier captured your whine with a smile, before gently sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a faint *pop*

“We’re done waiting. Let us show you how much we missed you, yeah?” Rafayel said, his eyes bright with need.

Xavier positioned himself behind you, “Sit up for me, angel,” he commanded gently. You obeyed and he slid his legs around you, pulling you close as his chest pressed against your back. His arms encircled you, too, wrapping you snugly in a secure cocoon. He slid a finger under the straps of your dress, tugging them down to expose your breasts to the night air.

Rafayel settled between your legs, lifting up your dress and skillfully slipping off your panties. He brought them to his nose, breathing in deeply as a quiet groan escaped him. Sliding them into his back pocket, he spread your legs wide, his eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of you. He trailed soft kisses and teasing bites along your thighs, your heartbeat quickening as his mouth drew closer to your center.

“Hang on, Raf,” Xavier’s palms traveled from your ribs to your pussy, spreading your folds wide. “I’ll hold her open for you,” he grazed a finger over your entrance, “She’s already so wet for us,” he murmured, awe evident in his tone. Rafayel shot him a quick grin before striking swiftly, plunging his tongue into your pussy, eagerly slurping up your dripping arousal.

Xavier bent down, grazing your ear with the tip of his nose before pressing soft kisses down your neck and across your shoulders. You watched Rafayel as he licked the tender skin around your clit, leaving it glistening with spit. “Always tastes so good,” he mumbled, his words barely audible. He dragged his tongue in broad, flat strokes over you, stopping occasionally to trace small circles with the tip on the spot he knew you loved best.

“You make me feel so good, Rafayel,” you told him, dazed, your hand reaching out to cradle his cheek. He groaned against your sensitive skin, the vibrations sparking a trail of tingles up your spine.

Xavier switched to holding you open with two fingers instead, freeing his other hand. He leaned in close, his warm tongue tracing the curve of your ear. Resting his cheek against yours, he focused his attention on Rafayel, reaching out and grazing his fingertips along the other man’s jaw before threading his fingers through his hair. “He’s such a good boy, isn’t he?” Xavier murmured in a wistful tone, his gaze half-lidded with longing.

⟡ You felt your focus fading, your mind retracing the steps that led the three of you here.

ㅤׂ𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

You had crossed paths with Xavier long before you ever met Rafayel, and you were already head over heels for Xavier by the time Rafayel came into your life, but that didn’t stop him effortlessly charming his way into your heart.

It was simple for him, really, since your heart had been his all along.

When Rafayel told you who you really were to each other, you went straight to Xavier, admitting both what was said and your growing feelings for Rafayel. His hurt was painfully obvious and you remember thinking that you’d never been so ashamed of yourself, especially since, despite everything, Xavier understood the importance of the bond between you and Rafayel.

After all, you and Xavier were connected in a way that went beyond time and space, too.

So Xavier allowed your relationship with Rafayel to grow… You were careful to maintain a clear separation between the two of them, but months later, Xavier crushed that dream, suddenly suggesting you invite Rafayel over for dinner… Now that he realized Rafayel wasn’t going to just fade away, he figured it was time to meet the guy. Truly, he’d only wanted to make sure that you were safe and that Rafayel wasn’t some kind of weirdo.

Unexpectedly, a strong friendship grew between the three of you, and during a particularly drunken night, you’d casually suggested a threesome. They, just as inebriated as you were, were quick to agree. Their devotion to your body had been so seamless, every movement in sync.

It wasn’t until hours into your lovemaking that you noticed the glances they were stealing of each other. You braced yourself for jealousy, but instead, the look in their eyes only fueled your arousal.

Then you’d been in this very scenario weeks after that, but then it was Rafayel holding you close, and Xavier’s soft tongue tracing over you. You’d looked up at Rafayel to find his gaze intently locked on Xavier, a dreamy look in his eyes.

You gave a soft tug on Xavier’s hair as you guided him away from you, rising to your knees and beckoning for them to come closer. When they were on either side of you, you’d moved back. They had looked at you in confusion, and you’d simply taken their chins and brought their heads closer together. A flicker of understanding had passed through their eyes, Rafayel wasting no time, his mouth capturing Xavier’s in the span of a single breath.

⟡ Now, in this moment, you no longer know where one of you ended and the other began, you had become a seamless whole.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

Xaviers cerulean eyes followed Rafayels every move.When Rafayels tongue slid inside you, slurping up your nectar with an indecent noise, Xavier’s breath caught, his grip on Rafayels hair tightening. Rafayel let out a small grunt as he raised his head.

His eyes sparkled with an ethereal mix of ultramarine and magenta, captivating you and Xavier with a single look. He worked his finger in and out of you slowly, stretching you, before slipping in another.

His eyes slid to Xavier. “Please, I want to see you too,” he pleaded with him softly. Xavier cupped his cheek, Rafayel leaning into the touch as a soft smile curled his lips.

Xavier stood and slowly peeled off his clothes, you and Rafayel sitting there, speechless, your eyes locked in place. Xavier possessed a slender frame, defined by lean muscle and sharpened by centuries of combat. He appeared even more angelic under the evening light, with his silver-blonde hair and pale skin, he shimmered as brightly as his evol. You rolled your eyes. “He’s too perfect, this is basically showing off,” you said. Rafayel snorted in amusement, “I’m not complaining," he replied with a shrug.

As soon as Xavier released his thick length from his boxers, you both burst into cheers. He raised an eyebrow, glancing your way. “You’re both ridiculous,” he said softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you like it,” you shot back. “Maybe… but only most of the time,” he answered with a grin, sitting down beside you.

Rafayels teeth grazed the mound of your pussy, before he rose to his knees and slid over to Xavier. Xavier’s attention was on Rafayels hands, watching as Rafayels long fingers glided along his thighs. “What do you wish to witness this time, cutie? Tell me what I should do to our little prince,” Rafayel teased, his attention turning to Xavier.

You pouted at him, your voice laced with feigned annoyance. “I want to play too, Rafayel,” you told him as you tossed a dramatic eye roll his way. Xavier worked his hand into your hair, massaging your scalp gently. “Consider me your toy then, made just for you,” he murmured to you. A gentle hum of happiness bubbled from your lips. You stretched out on your stomach, placing warm, open mouthed kisses along his shaft. You steeled yourself for his imposing size, swirling your tongue around the tip, before sinking down slowly. You felt your breath hitch, biting back a choke when he was fully seated inside.

Rafayel tugged your dress off, his hands squeezing your bare ass the moment he discarded it. He placed a kiss to each cheek before slipping his fingers back into you, working them in and out with a delicate rhythm.

He kissed Xavier deeply, while his thumb traced slow circles on your clit. You settled into a slow bob on Xavier’s cock, your other hand firmly kneading his balls. Rafayel cupped the back of Xavier’s head, guiding it to rest against his. “Is she making you feel good?” he murmured softly into Xavier’s ear. Xavier tenderly ran his fingers through your hair. “She always makes me feel good,” he replied truthfully, thrusting his hips to push deeper into your throat. “Tell me then, who makes you feel best— our princess or me?” Rafayel teased.

You nipped lightly at Xavier, silently warning him that the answer had better be you. He gave a soft, amused laugh. “See? Absolutely ridiculous,” he said, as he gave Rafayels head a teasing shove.

Rafayel made his way between your legs again, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He captured your swollen clit between his teeth, sucking deeply. Your thighs locked around his head as you shamelessly grinded back against his face.

Xavier gave a small grunt of satisfaction at the sight of you riding Rafayels mouth. “Just like that, beautiful girl… Cum all over him,” he whispered, his voice desperate and thick. Rafayel let out an agreeing growl against you, his tongue moving with quick, urgent motions. He spread your asscheeks wide, gripping them tightly in his palms.

The sensations were almost too much... Rafayel’s mouth on you, the way it felt to have Xavier’s cock stuffed down your throat— with his hands on your body and his filthy praises in your ear.

Xavier gripped your hair tightly, slamming his cock impossibly deeper. Tears gathered in your eyes as you choked around him, struggling to breath. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he said, each word punctuated by a sharp thrust. Your pleasure built and peaked, sending powerful shudders through your body as whimpers spilled from your lips. Rafayels fingers kept their pace while his mouth lapped your cum up diligently. When you came down, he pulled out, watching your muscles clench around his missing fingers as cum seeped out of your tight hole. With a light smack to your ass, and a light tap on your head, he said, “Good girl. Now step aside, it’s my turn.”

You slid Xavier’s cock from your throat inch by inch, placing a little kiss to the top once he was free. You sat up and kissed him before nestling by his side. Xavier looked down at you, his smile radiating warmth and love. Rafayel was opening Xavier’s legs, preparing to lie down between them, when Xavier caught him by the wrist. “No chance. Clothes off,” he gave a slight tilt of his head, wordlessly signaling, as Rafayel let out a light chuckle.

Now it was yours and Xavier’s turn to watch Rafayel in wide-eyed fascination. He slid his shirt off, tossing it carelessly aside, his gaze meeting yours as he unfastened his belt. Raising an eyebrow, amusement clear in his smirk, he teased, “Enjoying the view?” His belt joined the scattered clothes on the sand, his hands pausing when they reached his zipper. His eyes narrowed as he asked, “Well?” at your lack of reaction. Xavier let out a sigh, rolling his eyes. “You already know the answer to that Raf, no need for us to inflate your ego further.” you told him. Xavier gave a soft chuckle in response. “Okay, rude,” Rafayel quipped before turning away.

As Xavier’s gaze followed Rafayel undressing, you took him in your hand, hawk-tuah’ing on the tip of his cock, as you set a firm rhythm with each stroke. “F-fuck.” Xavier breathed, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. You leaned into him, savoring the heat of him in your hand and the softness of his lips on yours. Xavier glanced up again, his lip catching between his teeth at the sight of Rafayel.

He’d removed his boxers while you were distracted, his striking length demanding attention. While its size was definitely notable, the real highlight was its sleek, sculpted form that gave it a refined elegance, in harmony with the man himself. Rafayel grasped his pretty cock in his hand, stroking firmly as he sat down in front of Xavier. He met Xavier’s gaze, his grip tightening as he asked, “is this what you wanted to see?” Xavier gave a slight nod, his throat working as he swallowed hard. You pressed your face into Xavier’s arm, stifling a giggle at the sight of his flushed red ears.

Your attempt at silence was futile though, as Rafayel soon teased in a mocking tone, “You blush so very pretty, princeling.” Xaviers eyes widened in surprise and he quickly looked away, clearly stung by the remark. Rafayel leaned forward, cupping Xavier’s chin and guiding his face back to him. With a soft kiss he murmured, “Just teasing, silly. Though it is the truth,” before positioning himself between Xavier’s legs. You withdrew your hand from Xaviers cock, and pressed a soft kiss to Rafayels cheek. He smiled, his voice playful. “Alright, cutie, now watch how it’s really done.”

A deep groan slipped from Xavier’s lips as Rafayels mouth closed around him, his tongue swirling over the tip to catch the precum that seeped out. On a whim, you backed away, settling into a spot where you had the perfect view of them. Xavier reached out for you, but you shook your head. “I’d rather watch you two play... Just pretend I’m not even here,” you said as you slid away, your eyes sparkling with amusement. Xavier’s teeth sank into his lip again, stifling a groan at your request. His leg bent at the knee as he propped himself up on one hand, reaching out to touch Rafayels cheek with the other. “Your pretty lips look so perfect wrapped around me,” Xavier said softly, his tone filled with admiration.

Simply watching them had turned into one of your favorite pastimes, often more enjoyable than being a part of the act. They were just so smitten, particularly Xavier, who often gazed at Rafayel with such raw affection. And the exploration of each other's bodies was still a new adventure for them both, always just as sweet and endearing as it was enticing to watch.

Xaviers hand grazed Rafayels neck as it traveled downward, his thumb brushing over the tip of Rafayels cock, gathering the precum beading there. He brought it to his lips, eyelids fluttering shut as he sucked it clean.

Rafayel kept Xavier stuffed deep, staying still like that for a long moment. He started to make bob gently, with tiny, controlled up and down movements, throat contracting around Xavier’s cock to a purposeful rhythm. “Fuck, Raf,” Xavier rocked upward, grinding his hips as he buried himself deeper in Rafayels throat.

You let your fingers wander slowly until they found their mark deep inside you. The quiet whimper you let out drew Xavier’s eyes toward you, cursing softly when he noticed where your hand had ended up. You began to pump your fingers in and out to a toe curling pace. Xavier let out another breathy curse before turning his attention back to Rafayel. Rafayel looked up, his eyes finding Xavier’s.

“So, did you reach a verdict on who's better yet?” Rafayel teased. “Just be quiet and suck my dick,” Xavier told him, his lips curling into a soft smirk. Rafayel stuck his tongue out in mock defiance before his mouth returned to its task. He began to bob his head up and down but Xavier suddenly stopped him, running his fingers through Rafayels hair, gripping it lightly and pulling him to his knees. Rafayels lips formed a playful pout as he glared at him.

Xavier found himself entranced by Rafayel’s face, his beautiful eyes glazed over and lips swollen, slick with spit and Xavier’s arousal. “Are you sure that I’m the pretty one?” Xavier said with a wistful tease, his eyes full of affection. He slid his free hand up to cradle the back of Rafayel’s neck. “Stay still,” Xavier commanded him, pushing his cock back into Rafayels mouth. He gripped Rafayel’s hair, angling his head for better access. He filled Rafayel’s mouth with deep, steady thrusts. “Such a good little Lemurian, doing as he’s told,” Xavier murmured in praise.

Your core pulsed painfully at the scene unfolding before you.A quiet whine slipped from your throat, your other hand reaching for your clit and massaging hard.

Rafayel palmed his cock, pumping rapidly as he gazed up at Xavier. Xavier angled his head, watching Rafayels hand forcefully gliding along his own length. He hummed his approval at the sight, his grip on Rafayel’s hair tightening and his thrusts picking up speed. “Can I come inside?” Xavier practically begged. Rafayel gave an eager nod around him, face blushing a deep pink.

Xavier gripped Rafayel tightly as a powerful wave of pleasure crashed through him, his body shaking with the force of his release. Rafayel happily swallowed every drop of cum that Xavier gave to him, still fisting his own erection harshly. Xavier pulled out of Rafayels mouth, cum still dripping from his cock. His finger lightly rested under Rafayels chin. “So good for me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Rafayel flashed him a smile before rising to his knees. “Lay down,” he ordered Xavier firmly. Xavier blushed deeply, obediently lying down as Rafayel instructed. He kneeled at Xavier’s head, Rafayel’s thighs spreading wide as he straddled him. He lightly tapped Xavier’s cheek with a playful slap. “Just be quiet and suck my cock, yeah? Can’t say I’ll be too gentle after that one,” Rafayel said.

Xavier gave him a grin full of playful defiance. He reached for Rafayels cock, his fingers giving it a gentle squeeze. “I can make it up to you,” Xavier breathed, his tone sensual and sincere. “I know,” Rafayel replied, giving Xaviers cheek another little pat.

Rafayel’s eyes lit up as he looked in your direction. “Enjoying the performance, princess?” You furrowed your brow in mock consideration. “I’d say it’s an 8 out of 10,” you answered. Rafayel’s eyes danced with mischief, a slow, seductive smile circling his lips before he turned his gaze back to Xavier. Your pace quickened, fingers pumping desperately into your soft, plush walls.

Rafayels fingers lightly traced Xavier’s lips. “Permission to do whatever I please with you?” he asked, his tone laced with need. “I suppose I’ll allow it,” Xavier exhaled softly. Rafayels fingers threaded through his hair, as he leaned down, capturing his lips in an adorable kiss. Xavier’s eyelids fluttered shut as Rafayel planted little kisses on his eyelids and cheeks, ending with a delicate kiss on his nose. Rafayel gave Xavier a soft, adoring look. “A masterpiece,” Rafayel murmured, admiration clear in his eyes as he gazed at the man beneath him.

Rafayel’s gaze hungrily consumed Xavier’s form, just as yours drank them in from the shadows. “Touch yourself for me,” he commanded Xavier gently. Xavier’s throat tightened as his hand trailed down, gripping his length tightly. Rafayel released a low, satisfied noise. “Just like that.” he murmured. “I love seeing you do that for me,” he shakily added, eyes fixated on Xavier’s hand.

Then with a firm shake of his head, Rafayel seemed to collect himself, his voice hardening as he playfully ordered, “Open wide!” Xavier’s wide, obedient eyes met his, his lips parted and tongue outstretched, waiting for Rafayel. He guided his cock into Xavier’s mouth, slowly filling his throat.

You breath caught, a sharp gasp escaping you. Rafayel’s position had him hovering over Xavier, fucking deep into his throat, a sight so intoxicating it left you dizzy.

Once fully seated, Rafayel reached out, gently running his fingers along Xavier’s throat, tracing the outline of his cock bulging beneath the skin. A groaned “Shit” slipped from him as his hips started to move, his palm lightly hovering over the shape.

Letting go of his cock, Xavier wrapped his large hands behind Rafayels knees, tugging as if to draw himself closer. He let out a frustrated growl when he realized that was as pressed against Rafayel as he was going to get. “So needy, little prince,” Rafayel teased, chuckling in amusement. Xavier responded by lightly sinking his teeth into Rafayel’s cock, earning himself a startled little squeak and a slap on the cheek. “Careful, cutie. Fish can bite, too,” Rafayel warned with a smirk, lowering himself to take Xavier’s cock into his mouth. Xavier didn’t hesitate, his hips bucking up eagerly to meet Rafayels warm throat. “Nope, nuh-uh,” Rafayel hummed, “you’re going to stay still,” he said, before his head bobbed down again.

Rafayel’s movements in Xavier’s mouth grew increasingly desperate, hunger driving his relentless rhythm. Xavier choked on Rafayel’s cock as it drilled into his throat, tears beginning to blur his vision. You had watched Rafayel cum enough to recognize the signs that the end was near—desperate to finish with him, you quicken your pace, fingers thrusting and massaging with as much force as your body can handle.

Your plush walls begin to tighten as Rafayel takes Xavier’s cock as deep as possible, his movements slowing as he cums with three powerful thrusts. White streams of cum spill down Xavier’s throat, he swallows with a satisfied hum, climaxing into Rafayels mouth with a release even stronger than the last. Rafayels thrusts slowed to a languid rhythm as he and Xavier rode the last waves of their pleasure.

Your eyes fluttered back as a jolt of pleasure ripped through you, almost agonizing in its force. Your head fell back with a cry, hitting the tree behind you as your pussy twitched uncontrollably around your fingers. The pain was a distant blue, swallowed immediately by the intense pleasure, and when you came down, a serene, satisfied feeling settled deep in your bones.

Rafayel and Xavier made their way over, taking hold of your trembling body and easing you back onto the blanket. A pillow cradled your head, and before long, their warmth surrounded you as they lay beside you, enveloping you in their heat once again.

A gentle touch traces your cheek, and though curiosity stirs, your eyelids feel impossibly heavy, refusing to open. They tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, followed by a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you satisfied, Miss?” Xavier’s playful voice comes softly, as soothing as your favorite lullaby. You nod, nestling closer against him, a soft sigh escaping as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Get some rest, we’ll wake you when it’s time to go home,” he said, wrapping a blanket snugly around your shoulders.

You attuned to the rhythmic whisper of the waves once more, their quiet melody lulling you to sleep with each whisper against the shore.

The stars above twinkled, casting a serene glow over the sea as constellations turned slowly in the infinite sky.

Rafayel reached for Xavier, their fingers entwining, hands resting gently above your heart.

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