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Xanthus ans listener PLEASE I need their first time. Their first time love after knowing each other for months. Xanthus being so needy he waits till Dontis leaves his own house so he can overstimulate listener as they watch a movie… and yk how the love making ends

Sweet Love (NSFW)

Xanthus Claiborne x Reader

If you think he didn’t catch all the shy glances you sent his way, you would be mistaken.

Xanthus took note of them all. Your dilated pupils and the slight hitch in your breath when your eyes met nearly drove him insane, desperate to lean closer and kiss you until you were left breathless. But alas, that would be improper.

Dontis had been kind enough to welcome you warmly into his home in New Orleans. Although Xanthus longed to be back in England, in his own mansion where he could do as he pleased without regard for the proper etiquette of being a guest, with the current situation, that was impossible.

From the way you lingered a moment longer than what would be considered casual when he kissed you, to the sly smiles you sent his way, and biting your lip discreetly when his burning gaze settled on you, he knew you were yearning for this just as much as he was.

The constant pull of your desires was only increased by the bond, made tangible through it and riling Xanthus up just enough that he considered throwing propriety to the wind and giving in. A look at your content face, the barest whisper of your sweet voice, was enough to discard that idea immediately.

No, he wanted to do this right. Xanthus longed to do this properly. He had no intention of settling for muffled moans and choked-off whispers, needing to silence all the beautiful sounds you made so Dontis would not hear. That would not do. Xanthus wanted to hear you, plucking every sweet noise from you to the fullest until he had memorized them all. He wanted to give you as much pleasure as you could take, watch you closely as you came undone beneath him again and again until every thought of danger, the mission, the Trimedian was wiped from your mind and all that was left was his name, tumbling from your lips in a never-ending chant of ecstasy.

So he resigned himself to waiting, stopping your seemingly innocent advances immediately — trailing your hand over his thigh, nibbling on the sensitive spot under his ear, running your hand through his hair, and tugging gently — although his own impatience was eating him up from the inside out.

Either Dontis had grown tired of the constant hints Xanthus would drop to get him out of the house — “Lovely day, isn’t it? Why don’t you check on that hunter friend of yours and take them for a nice, long walk?” — or he had finally become annoyed by the constant push and pull between you and Xanthus, the sizzling tension almost painful to watch as it seemed to take more and more effort for you to keep your hands off of each other.

It had been funny at first. Dontis loved to tease Xanthus after all, pretending that he did not catch the hints and thinly veiled requests as he told Xantus that his ‘hunter friend’ was busy and he would much rather catch some rest in his home than go out.

He knew Xanthus, and he knew what he desperately longed to do once he was alone with his love. Not that he minded, but it amused him greatly to see both of you squirm as your eyes met, Xanthus stilling your casual caresses again because every little thing was fueling his desire.

Still, Dontis had seen Xanthus fight the expression of disappointment and slight annoyance from appearing on his face one too many times now, and this game had grown pitiful.

“I’m going out,” he declared, stepping into the living room and fixing his shirt collar. Despite not being one for plans, he had made an exception to meet up for dinner with his hunter and dressed prettily for the occasion.

Xanthus’ eyes widened. You perked up as well, turning your attention away from the black-and-white movie playing on the TV and towards Dontis.

“I don’t expect to be back before morning,” he said casually, checking his appearance in the mirror for the last time before glancing your way with a smirk. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“You too,” you called after him, immediately caught off by Xanthus’ lips on yours as the door closed behind Dontis, leaving you both alone in his mansion.

“My love,” Xanthus murmured between kisses, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer and deepen the kiss. You shifted on the couch to face him properly, roaming your hands over his white dress shirt before tangling them in his hair and looping your arms around his neck.

You had both waited so long for this. Now that you were finally able to satiate the desire that had been building steadily for weeks, it felt almost too good to be true.

“My love,” Xanthus whispered, lowering you slowly into the cushions until you were lying on your back, arms still wrapped around his neck as he continued kissing you against the couch.

You moaned into the kiss, shifting a little until Xanthus was between your legs and you could wrap them around his waist, pulling his body against yours. He groaned, feeling his hard cock rubbing against you. It was aching already, and you had barely begun.

“I wanted to ask if there is anything special you would like to do while we are alone,” he teased, kissing the corner of your mouth before he began nibbling on your neck, peppering wet kisses all over it. When reaching just below your ear, he whispered, “But I think that question resolved itself.”

Xanthus’ warm breath against your ear made you shiver. You could feel the satisfied smile on his lips when he continued kissing your neck, trailing lower and making you gasp as he left marks where he knew you could cover them up.

Sighs escaped as he continued marking you, and you began rocking your hips, clenching your legs around his waist to make him grind on you. Xanthus moaned, melting against you as you tugged on the strands of hair at the base of his neck.

“Feeling good?” you asked teasingly, tilting his head up so you could look into his blissful expression.

He chuckled, leaning up to kiss you again. “I’d feel better with less fabric between us, love,” he said, hands roaming across your chest before lifting the hem of your shirt slightly. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You unwrapped your legs from around him, making quick work of your garments as Xanthus loosened the first few buttons of his shirt before giving up and pulling it over his head instead.

“Impatient, are we?” you chuckled as he pushed you back into the cushions, spread out and naked under him. “Need help with that?” you asked, running a hand over his thigh, inching higher to the bulge in his pants.

“You’ll help me soon enough,” he said, pulling down his pants and discarding them on the floor with the rest of your clothing before freeing his achingly hard cock. Xanthus leaned over you again, trailing a single fingertip from your lips, over your chest, and lower until he was right where you needed him most, teasing your hole. “For now, allow me to make you feel good.”

You moaned, rocking your hips impatiently. You were burning with need, and his drawn-out teasing drove you insane. “Xanthus, please,” you begged, pouting at his cruel game.

“Pleading already, love?” he teased, slipping his finger in and making you groan. He leaned down, leaving wet kisses on your exposed chest and stomach as he added a second finger, working you open for his cock. “I’ve barely begun.”

“Xanthus— ah—” you gasped, arching your back as he picked up the pace, angling his fingers until he brushed against a spot that made your thighs tremble. You were unraveling fast, nearing your high from his fingers alone pumping in and out of you, and if it weren’t for the determination and burning desire mixing in his eyes as he looked at you, it would have embarrassed how quickly you were coming. “Mhm— if you keep— yesyesyes, right there. Don’t stop— ah—”

You could feel how pleased he was through the tilt of his lips against your skin. He had not stopped watching you intently, cataloging every twitch, every expression of pleasure on your face to keep the memory of you coming undone underneath him tucked in his mind forever. Feeling your walls clench around his fingers made his mouth water, patience finally running out as he burned to sheathe his cock inside you.

He pulled out his fingers, allowing you to catch your breath. “Feeling alright?” he asked, brushing your hair back from your forehead and looking at you affectionately. You nodded, a shudder running through you as your eyes landed on his cock, precum already leaking from it.

“Fuck,” you cursed, mouth watering at the idea of Xanthus thrusting into you. “Come on, I’m tired of waiting,” you said, spreading your legs further. His eyes flickered down for a moment, looking at you carefully, exposed in front of him, and he groaned, not needing to be told twice.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he requested, lining himself up, the feeling of his cock brushing against your entrance nearly overwhelming him already. He pushed in slowly, carefully not to hurt you as he stretched you out on his cock. You choked, wrapping your arms around his neck again to hold onto him as he entered you fully.

Xanthus panted, not daring to move as your warmth wrapped around him was nearly enough to send him spiraling. You were clutching him tightly, moans and whimpers falling from your lips unabashedly as you grew used to the stretch. They only made him want to ravish you further.

With a needy rock of your hips and a lewd whine, you told him to move, and Xanthus began thrusting slowly, relishing the breathless sounds you made as his cock filled you up to the brim. “Tell me if I get too rough,” he said, kissing your neck again, feeling the thumping of your heart under his lips. “Tell me if—”

“I’m fine,” you whispered, kissing the side of his face, “don’t worry— ah— I’m good. Keep going. Ah!— I love you,” you moaned as Xanthus picked up the pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with more vigor until you were writhing under him again, close to your release. “Wouldn’t trade this for the— ah— world. No— mhm— matter the mission and—”

Xanthus silenced you with a kiss, adamant about making you forget the danger hanging over your heads. “Don’t think about that now,” he panted, “I love you too” — your walls clenching around him and your twitching fingers pulling at his hair telling him that you were close again — “I love you so much.” He groaned, his own pleasure nearly at its zenith as his cock twitched inside of you. “Let go, love. I’m there, too.”

You came with a cry of his name, digging your nails into his back as you fell apart. Xanthus continued thrusting, riding out your pleasure for as long as he could until you were twitching from overstimulation.

“Did you like that?” he asked after catching his breath, cupping your face and kissing your lips. “Would you care to give me one more?”

You whined, shuddering at the thought of going again, but nodded your head, unable to satiate your desire for him as Xanthus began trailing kisses over your neck, making you moan. “Yeah,” you breathed, throwing your head back in pleasure as his cock entered you once more. “Keep going, please.”

He hummed, lifting your legs over his shoulders to thrust deeper inside you. The new angle stole your breath, the tiredness of having come twice already overshadowed by the desire Xanthus elicited in you.

“Mghm— you’re so deep— ah—” you moaned, clutching the cushions of the couch to keep yourself anchored against the roll of his hips. “Fuck, Xanthus— ah!— can’t—”

Xanthus kept going, edged on by the expression of pure bliss on your face as his cock brushed against the furthest parts of you. “Be good now,” he chided teasingly, voice breathless from how tight you were around him. “I know you can take it, my love,” he groaned, splitting you open on his cock as his hands caressed the insides of your thighs.

“Mhm, Xanthus—” you whined as he placed his palms on your hips, keeping you steady and making sure he was not fucking you into the cushions too harshly. “Oh, Xanthus— gonna— mhm—”

“Close again?” he asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead as he felt you clenching around him. The feeling of your tightness and the sight of the daze of pleasure evident in your eyes made him groan, his grip on your waist tightening as he thrust his cock faster. “That’s right. You’re doing so well, love,” he panted, trembling a little as his own pleasure built steadily.

The stutter of your breath and your hands fisted the cushions told him that you were about to tumble over the edge, and he could not hold on any longer as you clenched around him, falling apart with his name on your lips. His hips stilled after a long moment, making sure you were whimpering and squirming again before he pulled out, loosening the deathgrip you had on the cushion and bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them gently.

“Xan— uh—” you mumbled, entirely fucked out as you slowly calmed down. Your head was spinning, warmth engulfing your whole body. You felt Xanthus slowly kissing your neck again. “‘S enough, Xan. Can’t anymore—”

He chuckled, laying down next to you and cupping your cheek to place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Alright, love. You did so well,” he praised, slipping an arm around you and drawing you into his side, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You looked at him through heavy eyelids, nuzzling into his side. “Fine. Need a moment,” you breathed, burying your head against his shoulder until your heartbeat stopped drowning out the movie still playing in the background. Raising your head, you rested your chin on his chest and chuckled fondly. “Look,” you said, nodding towards the TV, “We didn’t find out who the murderer was.”

“Oh, it was the vampire,” Xanthus said nonchalantly, kissing the top of your head. Reaching for the remote, he turned off the movie just as the evil vampire was about to sink his teeth into his screaming victim. “Quite a misrepresentation, if you ask me. Anyway, care for a bath? I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry.”

“In a minute,” you replied, leaning up to kiss his lips again. “You haven’t truly tasted me yet, my love.”

Xanthus rolled his eyes in amusement. “What ideas has this movie given you?” he teased, but his expression grew genuine after a moment. “You’re tired. I don’t want to strain you too much after everything we did.”

“I’m fine, truly,” you said, laying on your back, making sure Xanthus was facing you as you exposed your neck for him. “Finish your meal, love.”

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