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“It’s simple. The only rule really is to not be the first person to break the pocky.” You explain, twirling the biscuit stick in your hand before pointing to him, like a wizard casting a spell and making random shapes. You rise from his beanbag chair, crawling closer to him on the living room carpet.
It was White Day, and to return the favor of your Valentine’s outings the month prior, you decided on surprising Xavier with an assortment basket of sweets. You picked each one carefully, ranging from candied fruits and mints to the star of the show — pocky. There were multiple boxes with different flavors;the classic chocolate and strawberry were included, alongside the non-conventional ginger crunch and lemon choices in the mix.
“And what do you win from this game?” Xavier asks, seeming slightly skeptical as he looks at the snack. He sat across from you, both legs and arms folded in somewhat defense.
“You… win bragging rights? And also eating a pocky? Which are both good in my opinion.” You nod, pursing your lips with the chocolate end before biting on it. Leaning forward, you mumble an affirmative hum and nod for him to take the other end. He uncrosses his arms and lets out a sigh, although it’s betrayed by the amused smile that graces his face.
Xavier leans forward, almost immediately eating half of the biscuit end in the first bite. Your eyes widen as he continues to nibble, inching closer to your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, expecting his lips to meet yours as your heart raced. A soft snapping sound filled its place instead, and your eyes flew open at the sight of Xavier just barely breaking it off before moving back. He chews the sweet thoughtfully as he looks at you, a chuckle escaping him as he takes in your incredulous gaze.
Xavier swallows before speaking. “What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you won?”
“Technically… I did? Yeah.” You said almost unsurely, chewing the remains of the chocolate and gulping down. You weren’t going to tell him what you were actually thinking — Well no, I thought you were going to kiss me and I would’ve kissed you too, damn it.
“Hm. Hold on.” He leans in, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips and you could feel his tongue dart out slightly. You froze in place, startled at his actions but before you could protest, he pulled away once more and this time, you can see the mirthful glint in his cool blue hues. “You had some chocolate there. I got it off for you though, don’t worry.”
Your fingers touch where his lips last were, and you swiped at the area before staring at them. You could’ve sworn there was nothing there, lest you were a messy eater — to which you most definitely weren’t. You squint at him, finding it slightly suspicious. “Right… Thank you for your service.” You say light-heartedly, giving him a slight bow before proposing a question. “How about the best two out of three? I didn’t think you’d let me win that easily.”
“Alright. But don’t think you’ll get two wins in a row.” Xavier reaches for the ginger crunch pocky, much to your disdain and he notices. As he peels the package open, he takes out the stick, a jarring contrast to the one you just ate; it was an uneasy shade of yellow, with small crunchy pieces of sugar adorning the exterior and looking at you almost tauntingly. “Ginger… I didn’t even know this was possible.”
“Neither did I, but guess who bought into it anyways?” You shrugged, although a second glance at the pocky has you wondering if this was money well spent. He placed the cream end of the stick in his mouth — to which you silently gave a thankful prayer — and watched as his nose scrunched up at the taste.
He nodded the biscuit end towards you as a silent plea to hurry up, and you bite down, taking your time to reach the dipped coating. The flavor… left much to be desired; the spice from the ginger had a fiery kick, and there were barely enough sugar crystals to compensate for it. You felt your mouth water and not in a favorable way, breaking off the pocky just halfway into his side. Dramatically covering your mouth, you grab up a nearby napkin and put the sad remains of the snack in it before going to toss it in the trash. When you return, Xavier is still chewing, the ginger crunch pocky box in hand as he scans the back for ingredients.
“That was awful.” You sigh, plopping down in front of him as you grabbed a regular pocky to snack on. Sweet relief coated your taste buds to make up for whatever flavor rollercoaster you just went through.
“I know.” He responds in agreement, brows furrowed as he reads off the box to you. “A spicy way to sweeten your life? That’s one slogan, alright. I don’t trust whoever thought this was a good idea.”
“And yet you’re still eating it…?!” You watched as he grabbed another from the plastic packet, nibbling on it in both awe and slight disbelief as he shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m savoring my bittersweet win. Plus, ginger is good for you.” The last of the stick disappears in his mouth and with a couple of chews, is gone entirely.
Sure, he’s not wrong, but maybe not even right either if the ginger was prepared like this, you thought to yourself. He motions towards the remaining two unopened pocky boxes, the fruity flavors being left untouched. “You can pick for the last round since we’re tied.”
“Why don’t we play it safe?” Reaching for the strawberry pocky, you tear the package open before picking out a stick. “Which part do you want?”
Unlike the usual appearance, the ends of the snack were in the shape of a heart, and it felt cheesy to point one his way as he took it from your hands. He tilts the end coated in pink and red freckles, drawing a heart in the air over your face before touching it to your lips. “Here. You like strawberries after all, so you should have it.”
You graciously take the pocky into your mouth, and your eyes widen at how decadent yet realistically strawberry-esque it tasted. It didn’t have that sickeningly sweet and artificial flavor that most manufactured strawberries had — if anything, it reminded you of the very berries that Xavier had been tending to in his terrace garden, and your heart swelled at the thought. You made a mental note to get more of these later, as Xavier stares at your lips for a brief moment before taking the other end into his own mouth.
Without realizing it, the two of you had inched closer to one another until a gentle smack could be heard the second your lips grazed one another. The biscuit broke in the space between, and you could only blink at Xavier’s unwavering eyes on your face, chewing whatever was left in your mouth before speaking. “It… broke at the same time.”
“Mmm.”
He hummed absent-mindedly, finishing his fill before leaning in to gently place a kiss on your lips. He cups your cheek, going in for a second kiss but this time the softness of his lips melted into yours. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath under your nose as your lips parted slightly, with the taste of delicate strawberries swirling on your tongue. Xavier continued his sweet kisses, his free arm pulling your waist closer as you wrapped your legs around him.
Your hands find purchase in his hair, slightly tugging the hair towards the back of his neck and he moans into your mouth at the touch. You both move away for air, and you smooth down his silvery blonde strands of hair as his lips curve into a grin.
“Oh, I know that look. What are you scheming, mister?” You jest, taking a hand to pinch his earlobe lightly and he shakes his head.
“I was just thinking… we’re tied. So what’s the prize for players like us?” His eyes were doey as he puts up an innocent front, with his hands betraying his looks as they roam to grip your bottom with a loving squeeze.
“I guess… since the rules don’t say anything, we can come up with our own.” You lean down, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and trailing to his neck — your lips gently sucked on the skin before dragging your teeth carefully, and a low groan escapes him as you find his weak spot.
Xavier sneaks his hands onto your waist as he rocks your hips into his. The friction of your clothed core against his crotch sends tingles down your spine and sparks the warmth in your stomach. You comply, grinding yourself further onto him as you bring him in for another kiss.
“I can— mmf, feel you. How wet you’ve become already.” He huffs, a free hand moving to press his digits against your core and you let out a breathy moan in response. Your pants had a slightly darker spot from where he touched, and you could feel your arousal slowly leaking out as the friction only continued.
“As if you’re not hard right now, don’t single me out here.” You counter, lifting your hips slightly to give view to his throbbing length pressing against his pants. You lightly trace over the outline with your hand, watching in delight at the way he twitches from your touch. He grabs your wrist, pausing your caressing and placing it on his shoulder before his hands securely find themselves around your torso.
One moment, you were on the ground together and the next, Xavier was holding you flush against his hips as he stood up, carrying you. You wrap your arms around his neck in surprise, seeing how he moved with ease. “Ah— what are you doing…!”
He leans down briefly, supporting your back with one arm as he grabs the box of strawberry pocky, haphazardly pocketing it. “We’ll need this.”
Xavier shuffles the two of you to his bedroom, before placing you gently on the edge of his bed. You sat up straight, feet dangling from the mattress as he took a standing place between your knees. He takes out the pocky and taps your lips with it like he did moments ago. “Keep this warm for me, won’t you?” You nod, accepting the treat into your mouth.
He watches the way your lips rest against the biscuit, and you could taste the strawberry melting onto your tongue once more. He draws off his sweater, revealing his toned abdomen and fair skin, before pulling the pocky out with a soft pop. Xavier held the non-flavored end of the stick in his mouth, hanging at an angle before he spoke. “Your turn, little star.”
You mirror his actions, hands bringing the hem of your top over your head and left in your bra. You make quick work of the straps as he comes closer, standing between your legs and shrugging the undergarment off your shoulders. Your breasts were exposed to the cool air, and you were about to cover them up when he clicked his tongue. He gently pushes you back onto the comforter, frame now hovering over you as he takes the pocky out of his mouth.
“I wonder how your body will taste covered in strawberries.” Xavier says, the cream tip of the pocky tracing over your nipple and you gasped at the foreign feeling.
The pink cream was slightly melted and messily covered your areolas, and he wets his bottom lip at the sight. He then leans down, latching his lips over the newly coated nipple and you moan, back arching at the way his tongue flicks and sucks over the sensitive area. He pants around you before pulling away with a slick kiss. “Even better than I thought. It’s like the fruit was made to be eaten off of you.”
He bites off the melted pocky, feeding you the other half before reaching for another stick. You parted your lips in excitement, taking in the second treat as it melts in your mouth once again. You bar your lashes at him, releasing the newly melted pocky and purposefully dragging out your tongue. Xavier watched you taunt him, biting his lip as he traces your other breast with the snack once more, repeating the generous sucking from before as he savors the taste.
“Xav…” You exhale, cupping his cheek as he looks up to meet your gaze. “I want… a different stick.” He releases from your nipple, lips curving into an amused grin at your choice words as your cheeks flushed under his unwavering gaze.
”Let’s play a quick game before I give it to you.” Xavier leans back, shedding off his lower garments and reaching for your own. You lift your hips as he slides yours off with ease and picks up a third pocky stick, tilting his head as he spoke.
“If either one of us breaks the pocky, I’ll pull out and you don’t get to cum. But, if it stays in one piece by the time I get to your pretty lips, you get to cum and I’ll keep my cream inside you. How does that sound?”
Well, that’s certainly one way to play the pocky game.
”You’re on.” You confidently answer, and he nods at your agreement. Xavier places the pocky between your lips just as he did before, and you couldn’t help but wiggle it in anticipation. He snickers as he parts your legs with his knees, and you watch as his throbbing member rested right above your exposed core. He gripped his cock, giving himself a few quick pumps as he slid the hot tip over your folds and you moaned at the feeling of being so close, yet so far.
“I’m going to fuck you real nice. Remember the rules, little star?”
“Yes.” You managed, slightly muffled before arching your back at the feeling of his length stretching your cunt — the warmth of your walls welcoming the fullness as he bottoms out.
He bends down, taking the other end of the biscuit in his mouth, taking the slowest bite as his hips slide out before smacking back into you. The sounds of your arousal squelching with each of his thrusts filled the room, your legs wrapping themselves tightly around his waist to bring him closer. You could feel the tip of his cock kiss all the right places, sending shivers down your spine as you attempted to eat away at the snack preventing you from his lips. He smiles at your attempt, placing a hand on your hip as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, the other gripping your chin.
Your brows furrowed as the warmth in your abdomen became overwhelming — your climax was rapidly approaching, yet only half of the pocky was eaten. You whined, hoping Xavier would get the hint but he only raises his eyebrow, returning a low hum of rejection. He was taking his time with reaching your lips, knowing that you were being pushed to the edge with the way you clenched around him, and it only made him want to tease you more.
Your legs trembled, the feeling of release only inching closer before the plush of his lips finally reach yours and you moan a sigh of relief as he smiles into you. The kiss was brief, as he pulled back to touch his forehead with yours. “You were going to cum, weren’t you?” Xavier teases, slowing the pace of his cock and reveling in the feeling. “You’re so warm… Oh, what should I do?”
“I’m so close— Please, Xav…!” You beg, nails scratching at his back as you press his hips further into yours and he groans at your desire. “I—I followed… rules… give it to me—“
“Then come for me, little star. All over my cock, do it.”
That was all it took for him to increase the speed of his thrusts once more, and your patience snapped as waves of pleasure wrecked your body. Your juices were overflowing as his hips jutted shortly after, spurts of his hot seed coating your walls as you both let out moans of bliss. He captures your lips in a kind kiss, notes of strawberry lingering as your bodies relax from the tension of release. His cock eases out of you, and you’re hit with the sudden emptiness.
“I followed the rules too.” He teases, hungrily staring at the way his seed drips down your core. Using the tip, he scoops the drops of thick liquid before tenderly pushing it back inside.
“Congrats on your victory.” Xavier chides, pushing the hair stuck on your forehead to the side as he holds your face gently. “Queen of the pocky game, I hope you enjoyed your prize.”
You huffed, pouting slightly as you lean into his touch. “You’re lucky I love you and your games, silly knight of mine.”
“I am lucky to be loved by you, truly.” He spoke, eyes softening as his words of earnest echoed in your mind. A chaste kiss braces your forehead as he confesses. “And I love you more.” Pulling you in for another tender kiss, you couldn’t help but beam against him — nothing was sweeter than the love and being loved in this moment.
“You know the lemon one you bought?” Xavier asks, leaning his forearms at the sides of your face. “We haven't opened it yet.” You muse, watching as the glimmer in his eyes bore into your curious ones. “Looks like we’ll need to play a couple more rounds.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk, glad to see that you’re on the same page as him. “I thought you’d never ask.”