#but then i felt guilty for using chopin as bedroom music LOL

[wedreamedlove]

[FIC] A Classical Night

Rating: Explicit Characters: Xu Mo/Reader Word Count: 4657

Tags: Sweet and soft. Emotional. PWF (F for Feels). Oral. Fingering. Multiple orgasms (Reader). Slow sex.

A/N: Denoted actual lines in the ASMR with 『』 brackets (my translations). Also, the song that plays in the ASMR is Chopin’s Nocturne Op.15 No.2. I did NOT use that as mood music for the spicy scene LOL.

Summary: An alternative take to Xu Mo’s ASMR “Nightmare’s End (噩梦终点)”. There’s a lot of ways to help someone fall asleep again... like tiring them out.

It’s the whimper that wakes you.

For a second, you think you’re still dreaming or that it’s a stray outside making that noise. But then it happens again, closer and clearer, and you recognize Xu Mo’s groans.

You turn around in bed to see that at some point Xu Mo has rolled away from you onto his back. He’s still asleep but his brows are furrowed in distress and there’s a faint sheen of sweat on his pale face.

Unable to help yourself, you reach out with concern but your fingertips only manage to graze his cheek before he inhales sharply and snaps his eyes open. His hand catches your wrist in a tight grip, holding it still. In his eyes terror and helplessness bleeds into a vicious, cold look.

But then he recognizes you and the surging emotions still.

『You…』 He breathes out.

“Are you OK?” You ask, not moving your hand despite the ache.

『… It’s nothing.』 He murmurs. His gaze slides to his hand and he releases you before flinging his forearm across his eyes, letting himself sink deeper into the bed. He exhales hard and you think you see a shudder run through him. 『It was only a nightmare. It’s nothing.』

You watch him quietly, trying to decide if you should ask him for details or if that will make it worse.

He seems to sense the weight of your stare though because he removes his arm to turn his head to you, and you see that his eyes have returned to their usual calm.

『I’m sorry. I woke you up. 』 He reaches for your hand and rubs lightly at the place he gripped. 『 You don’t have to worry so much. I’m not a child who would get scared by nightmares.』

You know he’s only keeping his tone light to reassure you, so you don’t fall for it and instead you slip your hand out of his to brush at the dark circles underneath his eyes. “Did you get any rest at all?”

He closes his eyes at the touch of your fingers and gives a low hum. 『Mm, I just feel… that my sleep was a bit exhausting.』

Xu Mo allows you to stroke him for a little longer before he catches your hand, presses a light kiss to your palm, and then sits up. You shiver at the cool air that sweeps into the opening of the blankets made from his movements while he checks the time at the small table on his side of the bed.

“What time is it?” You say this through a yawn.

『It’s still early. You can sleep some more.』

“What about you?” You frown, catching the fatigue that lingers in his shoulders.

『I’m not drowsy anymore.』 He gives a soft laugh at your concern and strokes your head once before he moves to get out of bed. 『It just so happens that I haven’t finished reading a section of that report from earlier yet—』

Before you know it, you’ve already acted and grabbed his hand.

His eyebrows jump up. 『Hm? You’re not letting me go?』

You mutely shake your head.

Xu Mo laughs again, the gentle sound carrying his affectionate resignation. 『Haha, I won’t go then and I’ll keep you company. Look, my hand’s being held this tightly by yours. Even if I wanted to go, I wouldn’t be able to.』

He settles back down into bed and his smile deepens, the corners of his eyes creasing, when you pull the hand you’re holding closer to yourself until you’re basically hugging it. If he tries to slip away after you fall asleep, you’ll be able to know immediately. He wriggles his trapped hand with an amused look but leaves it there.

『Now, can you be good and close your eyes to sleep? 』

You open your mouth to confirm, but then a thought occurs to you. “Actually…”

Xu Mo doesn’t have time to react before you drop his hand and then throw yourself over to wrap your arms around him and bury yourself into his chest. 『What—? It’s foul play if you suddenly come over and hug me like this.』

“Ehehe.” You shake with your laughter, knowing you caught him off guard. But then just as you register the second part of his sentence you find yourself tipped over onto your back with Xu Mo ending up above you. His forearms are beside your head, caging you, while supporting his weight.

『Originally, I really was going to let you sleep peacefully.』

He says this in a light, lilting voice and you nearly miss the helpless undertone that’s present, taken in by the rhythm of his words. Xu Mo has always had a way of speaking that intoxicates you and this time’s not an exception either. Even before his lips touch yours, you’re half-dazed.

The cool sensation of his mouth disappears into warmth as you two kiss. He tilts his head, opening your lips with his tongue, and tastes you with an intimate familiarity. He slips his tongue deeper inside, sweeping through the hot space, sliding against the roof of your mouth, and then sucking at your tongue. The wet sound of this kiss is drowned out by the pounding of your heart that grows louder and louder as the seconds pass. Pleasure blinds you in flashes beneath your closed eyes, like fireworks going off, every time he moves his head, changing the angle of the kiss.

By the time Xu Mo pulls back and looks down at you, your chest is already heaving with the need for air. But still, the kiss felt all too short. One of your hands has found its way to clutch at the shirt he’s wearing, wrinkling the thin fabric, and you burn with the desire to kiss him or be kissed by him again. However, you don’t move and instead you appreciate the sight in front of you.

Like he mentioned earlier, it’s still early and the slivers of sunlight, mixed with moonlight, peeks in past the curtains to highlight the angle of his cheeks, creating a contrast of light and shadow. The dim light catches at the glimmer of purple in his ink-black eyes, making it look like stars reflected on the still waters of an endless ocean.

Xu Mo sketches out the sight you make with your flushed cheeks, damp eyes, and parted lips with his gaze before the corners of his lips rise in a slow smile. “Not doing much, are you?”

He punctuates this rhetorical question with a quick kiss.

Just like you know him, he knows you, and normally at this point you would be kissing him enthusiastically. Instead though, you haven’t done anything apart from responding to his advances. You know he catches the mischief in your smile. “Exercise is supposed to help you sleep, so…”

Xu Mo stares at you, dumbfounded.

And then he tilts his head back, revealing the elegant line of his throat, and laughs without reserve. This isn’t anything like his quiet chuckles, it’s a full-bodied laugh that makes his shoulders shake, and you can’t help but break out into giggles yourself at his genuine delight.

“I’ll work hard then.” The smile he gives you is wide enough to show his teeth.

He dips his head down to kiss you again, languid yet consuming. He moves his mouth over yours, catching your bottom lip to nibble and suck and then stroke his tongue over before he moves on to caressing your lips with his. He welcomes your tongue into his mouth when you reach out and you feel firsthand the rising heat in him. Each time he pauses for air and turns his head to brush kisses across your chin and jaw, you feel his scorching breaths graze your skin. There’s a haze of warm air between the both of you, softening the sharp lines of his features.

But, even though you’re being swept away by these pleasurable sensations, you still feel it when he shifts his weight onto one arm and frees a hand to slide it down your body, palm flush against your skin through your pajama top.

He kisses you deeply as his thumb teases at the edge of your panties, brushing the strip of skin exposed between your top and underwear, and you reflexively squeeze your legs together in anticipation. But then he slips the rest of his fingers underneath your top instead and moves his hand up to your chest.

“Xu…” You break off the kiss to call out his name, wanting to direct him elsewhere, but you only get out the first syllable before the rest trails off in a pleasurable gasp when he starts to knead and fondle a breast, squeezing, pressing, and dragging the pad of his thumb across the hardening tip.

Xu Mo smiles, the curve of his lips a clear sensation against your jaw. “Mm, yes, dear?”

“Don’t just—mngh…”

Your words are cut off again when he lightly pinches your nipple and pulls at it. Your back rises slightly, arching, at the zing of pleasure that races from your chest down to the dip between your legs. Cracking open your eyes, which you don’t remember closing, you turn your head to give his lips a quick pinch with your teeth, expressing your frustration.

He kisses the underside of your chin in return, letting out a breath of inaudible laughter, before he sits back and says, “Up.”

After you raise your arms obediently he pulls the rest of your pajama top off. His own shirt follows in being dragged over his head and tossed to the side and you stare unabashedly at the reveal of his solid muscles. Your eyes curve together with your satisfied smile when you reach out to splay a hand on his chest, appreciating the fine tremor that runs through him before his muscles tense into steel beneath your touch.

“I’m jealous,” you say as you slide your hand down to poke at his abdomen, feeling how the skin there doesn’t give way at all.

Xu Mo tilts his head. “Oh? I quite like how soft you are.”

And then he brushes the back of his fingers down the swell of your breast. You jerk at his touch, making a smile bloom across his face at your reaction to him.

“Shameless,” you scold as you bring up a leg, intending to push him with your foot.

But he reaches down to catch your leg and pulls it over the dip of his Adonis belt, perfectly slotting his own leg between yours, and you shiver when his hot thigh presses against the ache of you. You can’t help but move your hips a little, creating a pleasurable friction. The surface of his eyes ripple and darkens.

“Only in front of you,” he demurs, “Be good and stay still now. I believe I’m supposed to be doing all the work.”

He settles a hand beside your head to bear his weight and, for a second, you feel like there’s a great, big panther looming over you, contemplating the best way to eat the delicious morsel beneath it.

Then he leans down to kiss you deeply before proceeding to trail his mouth down your jaw, neck, and collarbone, where he swirls his tongue in the hollow of your throat. You sigh at the warmth that floods through your body, spreading from every spot his lips land on, and a hand clutches at his hair while the other twists into the sheets below you.

He kisses his way to the breast that was neglected from his earlier touches and, even though you’re expecting it, a gasp still escapes you when he closes his lips around the nub and sucks. His free hand reaches over to play with your other breast, pressing and prodding the sensitive tip before he starts to roll it between his fingers. You clench the hand that’s in his hair, unconsciously tugging at him due to all the stimulation, and when he hums in response with his mouth still around your breast a moan is dragged out from you this time.

“Xu Mo… stop teasing…”

You squirm against him impatiently.

“I’m teasing you?” He releases your nipple with a wet pop and you feel a gush of slick heat at the way those dark eyes glance up from underneath long, black eyelashes. He rests his chin on your chest and smiles slowly. “How come I don’t think that? If I was really teasing you…”

He stops the actions of his hand and then drags his nail around the tip of your breast… unhurried… tantalizing… but maintaining a distance that builds up frustration rather than satisfaction.

“Xu Mo,” you growl, fisting the hand you have in the sheets and pulling at his hair with the other.

He follows the direction of the pull, laughing softly, and then replaces his finger with his tongue, tracing the same path he took earlier, before he finally closes his mouth over your nub. He flicks his tongue up and down, wetting it thoroughly, and then draws back to blow air.

You cry out at this combination of hot and cold pleasure and squeeze your legs around his thigh. But this just presses him against your core harder and you tremble from the sheer want that opens up within you.

When you look at him, eyes blurry with desire, he pauses and then, before you can say anything, he’s already rising up to brush aside your bangs and lay a kiss on your forehead.

“Mm, I know. Don’t worry, I always want to give you what you wish.” His voice comes down gentle, solemn, and he uncurls your leg from around his hip before he shifts back enough to drop a kiss on your stomach. He curls his hands under the edge of your panties and requests, “Raise your hips.”

You do so and he slides your underwear off. But just when you expect him to use his finger he lowers his body against the bed, positions his head near your entrance, and strokes you with his tongue. You let out a choked gasp, not expecting that scorching wet sensation, and you try to clamp your legs shut automatically, jerking your hips away from this electric shock of pleasure.

However, Xu Mo already has an arm holding your waist down and his other arm is curled around your leg, hand splayed against your inner thigh to keep your leg spread open.

He services you with his mouth; at times lapping at you like a giant feline, at times tracing your folds with the lightest of caresses like butterfly wings skimming across petals, and at times pressing the flat of his tongue flush against you and tasting you like he’s trying to catch every drop but it’s never enough.

It isn’t long before the surging heat of pleasure threatens to bring you over the edge. Both of your hands are fisted in the sheets below you and you moan out his name in warning, unable to do anything more than that.

Xu Mo doesn’t say anything but he concentrates his efforts on all your sensitive spots, and it’s right when he slides the tip of his tongue into you that you climax.

Your back arches off the bed as your mind goes blank, a white-hot rush of ecstasy flooding your body, and your legs tense hard around Xu Mo trapped between them before you settle back down, boneless and quivering from a tingling warmth.

It takes you a few seconds to come down from your high and for you to realize that he’s been running his hand up and down your side in a soothing motion, head propped against your leg and watching you with tender eyes.

“Once more?” he asks, and before you can say anything he reaches down with the hand that was caressing you to push a finger into you.

“Mmgh!”

You clench down on the intrusion, feeling the lingering embers of pleasure get fanned back into flames.

“… Don’t squeeze so hard or I won’t be able to move,” Xu Mo tells you in a suddenly hoarse voice.

You see him press his head harder against your leg, his jaw somewhat clenched, and there’s beads of sweat on his forehead. You push down with your other leg, digging your foot into the sheets, to raise and roll your hips against his finger. “That’s because of you.”

“Oh? You’re blaming me?” He slides another finger into you as he asks this.

“Mhm!” You moan out your answer, shuddering when he starts to move these fingers lightly.

“Then I suppose I should take responsibility.”

He puts his words into action immediately, lowering his head to cover your soaking entrance with his mouth. He licks around his fingers as they scissor within you and stretch you. But when his tongue moves up to gently play with the sensitive bundle of nerves there and he curls his fingers to rub against a spot at the top of your walls, you reflexively buck your hips and cry out sharply, feeling another rush of slick heat come out.

Xu Mo gives a low grunt at your actions and you feel him smile around your clitoris before he continues his torture of it, prodding and sucking. His fingers start to slide in and out and, even though your heartbeat is deafening loud in your ears, you can still hear the squelching, wet sounds down there.

But you don’t have the leisure to be embarrassed. You’re writhing under his ministrations, panting for air and moaning, and before long the familiar surging tide of pleasure comes to drag you under.

You climax with a shout of his name.

Sinking deeply into the bed, your chest heaves as you desperately try to catch your breath.

Xu Mo brushes the inside of your thigh with light kisses as he waits for you to calm down before asking, “Once more?”

You stiffen and then shake your head vehemently. “No more! If you keep going I’m going to pass out.”

He laughs, “Now that won’t do. After all, you have to accompany me until I fall asleep. Right?”

Xu Mo sits up and wipes at the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand, and the contrast between that rough, careless action with his usual elegance makes you clench your inner muscles with a low, throbbing ache.

Before you think more on it, you’re already reaching for the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. But he grabs your hand and shakes his head, admitting, “Not this time. I’m afraid I wouldn’t last.”

He must have seen something in your smug smile because his eyes darken before he leans forward to give you a hungering kiss that leaves your toes curling for more. And then, while you’re still dazed, he makes quick work of his sweatpants and opens the drawer of the side table to grab a condom to prepare himself.

Xu Mo soon settles himself over you again, aligning his tip to your entrance, and then takes one of your hands in his and places it above your head, intertwining your fingers together there, before he asks, “Ready?” His other hand places itself on your hip.

You nod and, even though your eyes flutter with the urge to close at the filling sensation of him sinking into you, you keep your gaze fixed on his face. He stares back, just as intently, as he continues to enter you slowly, like he’s burning every single change of your expression into his mind.

A pleased sigh slips out of you when his entire length finally ends up inside you.

“Good?” His voice is low and hoarse.

His only warning is the gleam in your eyes before you reply with a double entendre, licking your lips, “Very good.”

Xu Mo stills and then swallows hard, the bob of his Adam’s apple clear to your eyes. “Little vixen.”

He emphasizes his words by withdrawing and then thrusting back in a bit hard, making your laughter catch in your throat and turn into a breathy moan. His next thrusts return to being gentle though, and he sets a slow pace that lets you feel exactly how his tip pushes you open and how his member drags pleasurably against your walls.

Because of how sensitive your body is from the consecutive climaxes you had, you appreciate this change of pace and the gradual build up of warmth.

There’s a damp sheen of perspiration on his body and the beads of sweat you had seen earlier on his forehead have now slipped down to his jaw, tracing the throbbing vein in his throat, and following the lines of his rising and falling chest to disappear into the happy trail on his abdomen. His hair is sodden and drooping down into his eyes and you find yourself reaching out with your free hand to brush the strands back before you cup his cheek.

Even in the dim lighting you can see his pupils dilate at your touch and his eyes shake. But then he leans into your palm and turns his head, still watching you, to brush his lips against the hollow of your wrist.

The burst of love you feel comes along with you squeezing down on him. He gives a guttural groan and then leans forward, dislodging your hand, to cover your body with his and, pressing his forehead against yours, your sight is filled by dark purple eyes that burn with an inner flame.

He pulls your hip up with the hand there, changing the angle of his measured thrusts, and you feel the warmth in your body ignite into a sea of hot pleasure. Moaning, you dig your toes into the sheets to push back and match his movements, and this time you grab onto his shoulder for purchase, feeling the shift of his muscles as he moves.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you reach completion. You shut your eyes with a soundless cry as an eruption of fireworks happens in your mind and it feels like every nerve in your body is buzzing with an electric heat. You clutch hard at the hand that’s holding yours and your legs shake with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Xu Mo follows soon after, his orgasm marked by the shuddering breath that’s drawn out of him, and you can feel his length inside you pulsing as he releases himself.

Both of you take a few minutes to compose yourselves but Xu Mo recovers first and pulls himself out of you. He rakes back his sweat-sodden hair and then caresses your cheek with his thumb before he cleans you and himself up, disposing of the condom and wiping you down. He also picks up your pajama top from where it was tossed to the side.

“Here, put this on before you catch a chill.” He helps you into it when he sees your sluggish movements, unable to hide his smile.

You puff up with mock anger, sensing how he’s the one with a smug smirk this time. But his smile just deepens.

Then Xu Mo gets up to pour a glass of water and drinks it all at once before he fills it up again and returns to sit at the edge of the bed. He takes a mouthful of the water and then leans over to press his lips to yours, passing the cool liquid through a kiss. You greedily suck at his lips.

“More?” he asks.

Your response is to open your mouth again in obvious demand. He laughs, giving your hair a stroke, before he answers your wish and gives you another drink of water with his mouth.

After you’ve had your fill of water Xu Mo sets the glass aside on the side table and then slips back into bed. You cuddle up against him, nuzzling your face into his solid chest.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” You ask through a yawn. Drowsiness lurks at the edge of your awareness now that all of your needs are met.

He hums, and the sound is a gentle vibration beneath you. “Hmm, I suppose I’m tired enough for that.”

Tilting your head up, you reach out to trace the corner of his eye with your fingertips. He watches you quietly as you do that, letting you touch him however you wish.

Xu Mo looks more relaxed than he did at the start, so it looks like some of the tension in his body was released, but he still carries the air of someone with chronic insomnia.

“When was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?” You ask suddenly.

He blinks at your question, the only sign of his slight surprise, before he takes on a thoughtful expression and turns a distant gaze towards the window. 『… Let me think.』

You wait patiently until he turns his attention back to you. He lifts his hand and plays with a lock of your hair as he starts to speak slowly, working through the memory.

『One time, when I was studying in England, I spent months finishing a particularly tricky piece of my dissertation. After I sent it through the mail, it was already nine in the morning. I was a bit tired and planned on sleeping. The weather in England is often rainy, so it was also raining that morning and it was dark. The sound of the rain striking the windowsill was clear and it sounded soothing too. Then, there was the sound of a piano from below. It was Chopin’s Nocturne, and played very well. Every note mixed in with the sound of the rain… unhurried drops, pitter-pattering. All was quiet, as if I was separated from the world. I stared at the curtains that were being lifted by the wind and, before I knew it, I fell asleep.』

You think about his story for a moment and then sit up to grab your phone from the side table. Unlocking it, you open a few websites and then before long the gentle notes of Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 15 No. 2 start to play in the room together with the sound of rain in the background. “Like this?”

Xu Mo’s eyes widen before he smiles and nods. 『Mm, it was just like this sound.』

You turn the volume on your phone up to the max and then set it down again before settling back into bed. But this time you pull Xu Mo over to you, much to his bemusement, until his head is pillowed on your chest.

The delicate sound of the piano surrounds both of you and Xu Mo is so silent that you start to think he’s fallen asleep until he speaks up again in a quiet voice.

『Although I don’t remember it at all anymore, I dimly feel that when I was small I also experienced a night like this. The sound of the rain, the sound of the piano.』

During his pause, you start to comb your fingers through his hair tenderly. He exhales heavily at this action and rests more of his weight onto you, as if the remaining tension in his frame was leeched out.

『… Outside the window, it’s very, very cold. I can hear the sound of the wind striking the window. And in my half-awake and half-asleep state, I’m put into a warm embrace…』

His breathing deepens.

『Closing my eyes like this… I’m able to sink into a deep, deep sleep… Just like… this right now…』

The rest of his breaths smooth out into the peaceful rhythm of sleep. You continue to run your fingers through his hair some more, wanting to make sure he was securely sleeping, before you carefully lean down to kiss the top of his head.

Good night and sweet dreams, Xu Mo.