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At 4 a.m. on a Saturday, you find yourself wondering if you have finally lost it.

"... Why are you here, again?"

White, fluffy ears twitch in your direction, their fur matching the silver hair of their owner and reflecting the moonlight coming through your windows, "No greens at home."

"... Right."

Any chance your brain might have been playing tricks on you vanishes as you step closer – Xavier has bunny ears. Real ones. They follow the movement of his head as he rummages through one of your cupboards, dropping down slightly every time he picks up a pot that doesn't have what he is looking for.

Even worse than the fact that he now has two additional limbs, is that Xavier is rummaging your cupboards for vegetables.

"I'm not... going to ask about," you motion your hand vaguely in the direction of his ears, "But are you sure you want to eat that, it's–"

"Mint," Xavier nods, opening a zip lock you had stashed between your shia and sesame seeds. He proceeds to pour its entire content on the countertop, their scent filling your kitchen. Xavier grabs a handful of leaves and pushes it all in his mouth – his ears twitch with delight, while your stomach protests for him.

"I've been craving mint," he adds a few seconds later, after destroying the entire stack you kept for tea, "And dandelions..." Xavier turns towards you, ears perking up as he watches you step even closer, "... You don't happen to have them around, right?"

"No dandelions," you mumble, worryingly eyeing the four potted orchids you had by the kitchen window, "... Xavie, why are you assaulting my mint at odd hours in the morning?"

His ears drop again as Xavier looks to the side, avoiding your gaze, "I told you... No greens at home."

"Xavier."

He looks back at you, blue eyes shining a bit uncannily in the moonlight. You watch his eyebrows furrowing and white teeth coming out to anxiously bite his lower lip before he answers, "I... don't know."

"... You don't know?"

He shakes his head, fluffy ears following the movement, "I woke up like this."

"You mean, just now?"

"Yeah…” Xavier nods slowly, pupils fixed on the hand you raise to brush a stray lock of hair back, “I told you I'd be coming home late from that mission, right?”

It’s your turn to nod, Xavier had mentioned a mission to map out a new protofield that had appeared in the outskirts – he hadn't mentioned anything about bunnies though.

He sighs, letting the zip lock fall back on the counter and moving his body to lean on it, "I got home at around 1 a.m., took a shower, went to bed and... These," he motions to his head, ears tilting forward as if to illustrate, "Woke me up."

You let yourself watch the new appendages for a second and they fully turn towards you, apparently enjoying the attention. "Do you think it's similar to what happened at Meow Cafe?"

"I do," he nods before moving again, twisting his torso to show you his back. "I have a tail as well"

True to his word, a tail that resembles a big cotton ball greets you, it doesn't move much, but it looks soft. You notice how the fabric around it is cut open, sweatpants and underwear torn to let the tail poke through, probably something done in a haste.

After a few seconds, Xavier playfully shakes his hips, tail bouncing slightly. You can't help but giggle, what an absurd situation.

"Full set," you tease him.

Xavier smiles back, ears perking up again, "Seems like it."

You reach a hand out, taking his left one on your own and letting your thumb rub over a new band-aid, “I thought I'd never see you with a bunny tail again after our date at the photobooth a few years ago.”

He hums, intertwining his fingers with yours and moving closer to rest his face in your neck, hands finding their way into the front pocket of your hoodie. "Surprise?", he whispers.

"Yeah, no," you bring your hands up to ruffle his hair, making sure to not touch his new ears. "More like 'oops'"

"Hmm... then, oops."

Patting his back, you whisper back, "Better."

———

Four days pass exactly like that: with ears and a tail.

Xavier is sensitive around the base of the new ears, but the length seems fine to touch. His tail is completely off-limits, you touched it once and he had to hop in a cold shower. Besides these two new additions, nothing else seemed to have changed – his eyes were a bit more sensitive to light and his teeth were tearing through vegetables a bit too easily, but both maintained their shape and size.

He also demanded you take a few trips to the street-market nearby to buy celery, lettuce, dandelions and – god forbid – brussel sprouts. With Xavier now denying meat, you had to be creative to come up with recipes that could satisfy his new cravings. You both had also agreed to stay in his apartment instead of yours, the extra space and sunlight keeping him in a good mood.

On the 4th day, however, Xavier is different.

He wakes up warm, almost steaming both of you under the blankets. You have to detangle yourself from his arms to turn around and check his forehead for a fever – damp, sweaty skin confirming that yes, Xavier had one.

“Xavie,” you try to wiggle up and away from his hold, “Xavie, I need to go get you some medicine.” He doesn’t let up – arms tightly bracing your middle, you’re pulled further in his embrace as Xavier groans and buries his face on your chest. From your position you can only see his red, human, ears, and white, furry, ones pressed against his nape.

Using your free hand to push the blanket down, you notice that the brown robe Xavier had worn to sleep is clinging to his body, “Xavie…” but he only whines against your chest, nuzzling your breasts, his hair damp, sticking to his forehead and breath heavy, labored, against your skin.

“Alright… I won’t get you medicine,” you try reasoning. “But let me go shower, we’re both dripping sweat.”

With another groan, Xavier moves to hide his face, ears sprawled out on the pillows and hands still tightly gripping your pajamas. “You need to let go of my clothes so I can move,” you mention softly, hands coming up to brush a few damp strands of his hair. He doesn’t let go, but tugs weakly at the fabric.

“Then… Should I leave them with you?”

When he doesn’t protest, you move to pull your shirt off, pants following suit. Left bare, you make sure he can feel your clothes against his hands before shimming away to the shower.

You’re not sure if you imagine the growl you hear before closing the bathroom door.

When you end your bath, Xavier has barely moved on the bed. The first thing you notice is how the room’s air is now heavy with a mix of Xavier’s body wash, mint and something else you can’t quite place, something sweet, addictive. Approaching the bed, you realize Xavier has your pajamas pressed against his nose, breath labored.

"Xavie?" you sit down by his side to touch his arm, still steaming hot, "Should I take you to the hospital? Could be an evol mishap..." You look down at what you can see of him, silver hair glued down to a red forehead, lips swollen, bitten crimson.

He mumbles something against the fabric, too low, and too muffled for you to hear.

"What is it? Can't hear you."

He groans, lifting his hand to hold your arm, grip surprisingly strong, "... You."

"Me?"

He pulls with enough force for you to stumble, bracing your arms on both sides of his body as he forces you to lean closer. A bit taken back by his strength, your eyes move around his face, tracing the blonde lashes firmly pressed together until one of them opens, deep blue and a wide, black, pupil zeroing on your face.

"Need you."

Your breath hitches

Xavier pulls you down again, this time with all his strength, the movement so quick you can't react. You feel your body being thrown on warm sheets, head bouncing against the pillow Xavier had been sleeping in – the heavy scent of something specifically Xavier fills our nose. You blink, and Xavier has his arms braced on each side of your head.

Confusion aside, this gives you the chance to properly look at him.

To say he looks a mess would be an understatement. His hair is more trousled than usual, ends sticking left and right, his bunny ears are perked up, twitching with every ragged breath he takes and his face is tinted a deep red. His pupils travel through your face, blown to an absurd proportion, almost overtaking the sky blue of his iris.

Xavier looks down at you with a mix of hunger and desperation, something animalistic, primal, in his gaze firmly pinning you in place. He hasn’t even done anything, but your instincts are screaming for you to either run or submit.

When he speaks, his voice is low, strained, "I really need you." Xavier manages to say, lips opening to pant as his eyes drop to your mouth, "... So... Please leave now, if you don't want me to fuck a litter in you."

You gasp at his bluntness, lower belly tingling as his words set in, and he whines, eyes travelling from your lips to your eyes, "That's what my brain is telling me to do, I–... I will either fuck you or your pillow," he grits his teeth, hands clenching the sheets, “You can leave.”

You feel yourself clench, growing slick while being completely unprepared to hear what he was telling you. You thought he was sick, but maybe…

“Just… lock the door,” he continues, eyebrows knitting together as if he is forcing himself to talk. “And leave the apartment,” he growls the last syllable, sending shivers down your spine. Xavier meant it.

The rational part of your brain knew it was probably a side effect of whatever evol had hit Xavier during his mission – a temporary, fleeting thing. It also knew Xavier would never do anything to hurt you. The irrational part of your brain, however, wanted to poke that tiny monster hiding behind his eyes, to tease it enough so you could see how a desperate, frenzied Xavier looked.

His eyes follow as you move one of your hands, gently cupping his face, feeling his damp, warm skin.

"You want to fuck me?"

You’re gifted another low whine as Xavier nods, ears lowering down to the back of his head as he nuzzles your palm, "So... so bad."

His voice makes your lower belly twist again, tone needy, breathless, wretched. You give him a small laugh, using the hand that wasn't holding his face to support your body as you scoot a bit down, trying to get comfortable in the warm cocoon Xavier had created.

"Just like that?"

Xavier groans, then looks up at you with pleading eyes, "I woke up burning, starlight, all my dreams were about fucking you."

You unconsciously push your thighs together – hell, you didn't know begging was something you were into, but hearing his voice so undone when you hadn't even started was doing something to your sanity.

"Hmm..." you look to the side, feigning doubt, "I don't know... You threw me on the bed, that wasn't very nice."

Xavier curses, turning his face to leave a small kiss on your palm, then moving to nibble your thumb, "I can make it up to you," he whispers. The feeling of his teeth on your skin making your head spin, his eyes a palpable weight.

You try to take in a breath to steady yourself, but that heavy, sweet and fresh scent invades your senses again, clouding your thoughts. Could that evol be affecting you as well?

Your legs spread on their own, the oversized shirt you had put on after your shower riding up, making space for Xavier to settle.

"How are you going to make it up to me, bunny?" you pull your fingers from his mouth, moving them down to his neck, feeling his pulse thundering against his skin.

Xavier curses. You watch the fine hair on his arms raise as a shiver runs through him, his throat bobbing up and down below your hands. Xavier’s eyes map your face one more time before he lowers his head, furry ears brushing against your neck when he whispers, "Your bunny... Will fuck you until you cry."

Your hand drops to grab his arm, fingernails marking half moons on his skin. Xavier’s words fall like a heated blanked over you, molten hot – breath quickening, you suddenly feel too warm, too clothed

"Yes," you nod slowly, legs spreading even wider, ankles hooking on his legs, "Please."

Xavier licks a stripe up your neck, letting his body fall closer to yours, bringing his weight to his forearms, “Yeah?” he breathes against your ear, “You will let me fuck you dumb?”

Baring your neck to him, you use your legs to pull his hips closer to yours, “I will.”

Xavier groans before his mouth reaches yours. He seals his promise with a feverish kiss, lips burning hot. You moan when you feel his tongue licking your lower lip and he takes that as permission to deepen the kiss, changing his weight into only one arm so he could bring the other to hold your jaw. Your mind grows hazier when you feel his thumb and index finger pressing against your cheeks, forcing your jaw to open wider, to let him in deeper.

How is it that Xavier tastes sweet right after waking up, you don’t know, but your brain quickly accepts that as an evol after effect and moves on, too distracted by the way he is pressing against your tongue to care.

When you break to kiss to breathe, Xavier wastes no time coming up to quickly discard the robe he had on, fluffy ears perking up once more. You watch as he moves, skin glistening with sweat, fingers hasty, tugging at the silk until it wasn’t sticking to his body anymore.

After fighting off the piece of fabric tying the robe together, Xavier's eyes drop lower, fixed on the way your body is laid out for him. Your gaze follows the way his hands move, one of them coming up to pinch at his chest, while the other dipped towards his navel, down to pull the last piece of fabric he had on.

You both moan as his cock bobs free, the tip redder than usual, leaking so much precum a droplet runs down his length – you lick your lips as you follow that droplet until it reaches his balls, heavy, also tinted a pretty shade of red. Xaver groans, impatiently tugging his underwear to the side until the seam snaps, fabric torn. He grunts, satisfied, when nothing else is touching his skin.

“Take that off before I do.”

It takes you a second to realize he is talking about your shirt, but you make quick work of pulling it up your head and throwing it somewhere to your left. Xavier curses, fisting the base of his cock and squeezing tight when he realizes you are not wearing a bra.

He is back on you in an instant, knees spreading your legs further apart as his hands squeeze your waist, mouth chasing your neck for more kisses. You curve your back to his touch, baring your throat almost instinctively when he starts nibbling and sucking at the skin.

Xavier is radiating heat again, that sweet, heady scent accentuated by the lack of fabric between you two and fogging up your mind by the second.

You squirm when you feel something dripping down your navel, soon realizing that it comes from his cock, hard and leaking above you.

When Xavier sucks a new mark right below your ear, you can't help but run your nails down his back, muscles contracting on their own, "Oh, fuck," your head spins, "Please Xavie.”

He mumbles something you can't hear and moves his kisses further down, sucking a mark into your collarbone. Xavier's mouth leaves tiny pecks on the swell of your breasts before he buries his face between them, hands coming up to cup both as he takes a deep breath.

You watch as his bunny ears shiver, then come down flat against his nape "You smell so good" he whines, looking up, eyes completely dazed, “Are you ovulating?"

"What, Xavi–,"

"You smell so sweet starlight, I–," he squeezes both of your breasts, hands big enough to hold everything. "Fuck, I hope you are, I'm going to fuck you so full–"

You choke as your body arches on instinct, his mouth finding its way back to your skin. Xavier sucks red marks all around your nipples, before letting his lips finally settle over one of them, giving it a small peck before taking the bud in his mouth. You whimper at the feeling, he's sucking hard, tongue pressed right against your nipple, groaning into your skin.

“Xavie!” overwhelmed by his words and his mouth, your brain starts spiraling, “Xa–nngh…”

He hums, mouth full. When your hands find their way to grab his hair, he lets go of your nipple with a ‘pop’, “Yes, love?”

"Hng– Nothing... there."

His face flushes harder, eyes darkening as Xavier looks down to where his hands are pressing against you, letting his thumbs circle the nipples he had just sucked red, "Yet," he whispers.

Your breath hitches, and Xavier moves further down, kissing a path down your ribs and stomach. His ears feel featherlight against your skin, their softness contrasting heavily with his hands. “Here too,” he kisses your belly button, hands holding your waist in place, “I’ll fill it up.”

Shivering, you watch as he rips the fabric of your underwear, ruined at this point, to have you laid bare before him. His ears perk up again and Xavier takes a deep breath, mouth opening in a pant, you feel yourself dripping, slick tracing a path down your hole towards the sheets.

His hands move to you, thumbs coming to spread your pussy open, Xavier moans at the sight and your body contracts.

"Xavier!" you squirm, trying to close your legs.

He holds your thighs to stop you, pushing them towards your chest to keep you spread apart. That makes you squirm harder, arms coming up to cover your face, “That’s embarrassing…”

You can’t see his expression, but you hear the way his breath comes heavy, his hands gripping you tighter, "You're so wet," Xavier groans, “Fuck.”

You scream when you feel his tongue lapping at your hole, hands gripping the sheets as Xavier closes his mouth around it and sucks.

“Oh my god–”

Xavier pays you no mind, burying his face between your legs as far as he can, tongue dipping inside of you – he fits as much as he can inside, the softness of his tongue giving every time your muscles squeezed down. He opens his mouth wider, letting his nose brush over your clit and your hips start twitching on their own.

The room is filled with messy squelches as Xavier dives home, hands still tightly gripping your thighs. He alternates between fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking your clit, spurred on by the way you whimper and moan. There’s barely any stretch, but the dirtness of hearing Xavier fuck his spit and your slick back inside with his tongue is making your heartbeat skyrocket.

Your orgasm creeps up on you unannounced, too fast and too intense, you barely have time to cry out his name before your legs start to shake. With one particular suck over your hole, you're gone, pelvis jumping up from the bed, straining against his hold.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck–,” your hands scramble when he doesn't stop, greedily making you rub against his tongue with each twitch of your hips, “Xavie, can't, can't–”

It's too good, too much.

You pull on his ears, forcing his head back, and Xavier lets go of your thighs with a whine. You look down at his face, chest heaving.

His face is a mess, nose, cheeks and jaw completely slick with you. His lips look red, swollen, eyes tearing up from the way you're holding him back.

“Bad…” You take in a breath, “Bad bunny.”

He whines again, but his gaze holds something dangerous, predatory. His voice sounds rougher when he speaks, “You taste so good, better than any meal.”

Xavier tries to move closer, and you are forced to release his ears. He crawls above you, cock twitching when you look down at it. Is Xavier bigger?

“Xav–”

“The way you just came on my tongue? I need you to do that around my cock.”

You choke, eyes widening, Xavier usually had a filthy mouth in bed, but this?

“You'll let me, right? Fuck you until you're squeezing my cock like you did with my tongue?” He reaches your face and you're met with deep blue eyes, “Pump you so full you'll be carrying my litter? Breed you until you're smelling like me? Until your body remembers only me?”

You shudder, body reacting to his words, still overwhelmed by your orgasm, but quickly heating up again. Watching the way he pants above you, you realize that whatever reason Xavier had held onto before was now completely gone, in front of you was the most primal version of him, needy, desperate.

Your own brain is not that far behind, begging you to let him have his way, to make sure he would go deep enough to catch.

Swallowing, you nod, slowly spreading your legs again, “Yes,” you look down, watching the way his cock hangs heavy right above your navel, “I need you.”

Xavier groans, bringing a hand down to position himself, the tip of his cock pressing against your clit before settling on your hole. He feels hot, thick, and you can only moan as he slowly presses in.

“Good girl,” Xavier whispers, looking you straight in the eyes as his tip goes in. “That's it,” he stays there, feeling the thighest part of your body squeezing him, "Open up for me, lemme fuck you nice and deep.”

"Yes!"

“You feel so good,” he whispers, pulling his hips back. “So wet for me,” his tip breaches you again. “A perfect pussy,” he pulls back once more, “For me to fuck open,” and he is inside again.

Your back arches, “Oh fuck.” He keeps the torturing pace, slowly fucking you open with the head of his cock. You feel the thickest part of his tip rubbing over and over that first ring of muscle, and your walls contract around nothing, empty.

“Please,” grabbing his arm, you can only plead, “Please.”

Xavier leans down to give your lips a peck, still fucking you slowly on his tip, “I'll give you what you need, let me in.”

You can't control the way your chest rises, breath coming short. The wet sounds of your pussy opening for him time and time again making your ears burn.

“Fuck me, fuck me, bunny, please.”

Xavier groans, then slowly pushes in further, until he bottoms out, leaving you gasping for air. Your head spins, Xavier felt bigger, heavier against your walls. But the more he stretches you, the more that sweet, heavy scent fills your mind, making you crave whatever he could give.

He is panting above you, arms tensed as he waits. You squeeze him once to measure how far he has stretched you, and white spots dance in your vision – “Oh, fuck, Xavier.”

Cursing back, Xavier lowers his body, fully embracing you. He hides his face on your neck, ears covering your chest, and pushes your thighs further up with his own, arms coming to circle your head, “You're warm,” he moans. “So warm and so wet.”

You feel his hips rolling slowly against yours, barely pulling away before pressing right back inside, “Perfect hole,” he whines, “For me to breed.”

Your nails run down his back, and he hisses before pushing as deep as he could go, “Good girl, mark me,” he bites your neck. “Mark me so everyone knows I'm yours, so they know it's my seed that filled you up.”

You throw your head back on the sheets, fuck, the room is so warm, Xavier is so big around you, you can't breathe, “God, you're going to break me.”

Xavier whines against your neck, pleased at the idea, and starts moving his hips again, thrusting properly. “Break for me,” his balls slap against you, “break on my cock, come on.”

Your nails catch on his skin again, air being knocked out of you every time pushes in. In this position, he hits something deep inside you, something that sends sparks flying down your lower back.

“Right – ngh, right there.”

Xavier chuckles, breath warm against your neck, and his hips come down more forcefully, slamming against you. “Here?” he asks, and you whimper, nodding a weak ‘yes’, “Do you know what I'm hitting?”

You sob a broken moan, yes, you did.

“That's your cervix, love.”

Your toes curl, heat spreading down your belly, yes, yes, right there, if he kept trusting right there–

“If I cum here,” Xavier slams his hips one more time, then grids down deep inside of you, “It will be right against your womb.”

Your legs shake, nails marking down his body, you're going to cum again.

“You like how that sounds?” he starts fucking you in earnest again, “Ah, fuck, yes you do, you're milking me.”

Breath catching in short pants, your eyes roll back, you can feel yourself squeezing him, “I'm gonna cum, gonna cum.”

Xavier groans, moving his arms to brace against the headboard, face coming up to watch you as he keeps thrusting, “You are,” his ears dangle on each side of your face. “My dirty little mate”, his lips brush against yours, “will come on my cock, from having her pussy pounded, like a good girl.”

“Fuck,” your walls spasm again, muscles on your belly twitching as he keeps fucking you deep. You cry out Xavier’s name as you come around him, nails marking his back once more – this orgasm feels stronger than the other, your vision blacking out.

“Xa–ah,” you claw at his shoulder, his thrusts not stopping even for a second, prolonging the feeling and not letting you catch your breath.

Xavier groans, fucking you faster, but with less strenght. He starts whining at the way your walls keep squeezing him, “–fill you up, fuck,” he mumbles. “Gonna fill you up” Xavier warns you, right before warm wetness spreads deep inside your belly. His eyes squeeze shut, but he doesn’t stop, if anything, his breaths come more desperate, more frantic, “Ah, again, we are going again,” he grunts.

Your head spins, overestimulation bringing tears to your eyes, “Wh–, oh god, what?”

Xavier opens his eyes again, still thrusting inside, the room filled with the sound of your hips slapping against each other, fast and wet, “Need, need to fill you more,” his expression looks broken, eyes frenzied. “Can’t… I–, this feels weird,” Xavier whines.

You can’t talk, panting in time with his thrusts, hands grabbing his nape for dear life, Xavier hadn’t given you time to recover from your orgasm, and your third one was creeping up absurdly fast. He felt bigger somehow.

Xavier looks down to where you two are connected, “Shit.”

Watching the way his arms flex above you, you look down at yourself. Oh.

Against his own biology, Xavier is growing a knot. The skin around the base of his cock becoming redder by the second, and coming out fuller with each thrust. You can only watch, entrailed and a bit scared, as the wet strings of his cum start pooling at the base of his length.

“Fuck, fuck,” Xavier cries out, “Can’t stop, you feel so good… So good around my cock, you’re so wet.”

In a daze, you feel his knot pressing up against you, threatening to stretch you impossibly wider with each thrust, could you even take that?

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Xavier sounds desperate, eyes searching for yours, “I–”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” against your own judgement, you reassure him – or yourself, you’re not sure, “I can take you.”

Can you?

You hear his whines as he keeps his pace, the headboard creaking with the strength he is using to hold it, “My brain is telling me…” Xavier starts, “To stretch you on my knot and breed you full.”

It’s your turn to whine, the feeling of a new weight slapping against your hole making your body grow hotter, slick coating even more of his length. Worries be damned, you needed whatever he was willing to give you, “Yes, yes, break me bunny.”

“Fuck,” the headboard snaps, and Xavier moves back to hold your waist, pulling your body to his with each thrust. He loses speed, but now his knot is pressing against you more forcefully.

His ears dangle against his chest each time he moves, eyes fixed on the way your body is opening up for him, “Take me” he groans, “Take my knot, be my good little bunny.”

Your back arches, head moving back and forth against the sheets as he uses you like a fleshlight, head spinning, you can only moan his name as you feel the way his knot starts to catch on your opening. “That’s it, that’s it,” he whines, hands holding your waist with more strength, “Open for me, let me fuck you full.”

When you feel the swell of his knot pressing right below your clit, your body surrenders.

With one more thrust, his knot comes inside halfway – Xavier curses, pulling back and going again, he stretches you open like that one, two, three more times before it comes fully inside.

Your entire body contracts, a silent scream leaving your lips as you shake in his hold. His knot presses perfectly against that spongy spot inside, stretching the very entrance of your cunt beyond anything you had felt before. Your body finally breaks when he pushes inside one last time with a deep groan, and you lock around him, feeling him twitch, pumping you full with way too much cum.

Your orgasm is silent, you can’t fathom speaking, legs and hips shaking uncontrollably against his body. You feel yourself pulsing around him, trying to milk whatever he had to give. And with each squeeze, you felt a new gush filling you inside.

Xavier is babbling something above you, but it feels like white noise, brain still catching up with whatever had just happened down there.

After a few seconds, or maybe minutes, your breath catches up to you, and you gather enough strength to raise your head to look back at Xavier. He is still panting, but the redness of his cheeks has subsided, his eyes also look more human, pupils down to their usual size – Xavier eyes you with a mix of worry and respect.

You try to brace your body up, but the movement forces his knot to pull against your hole, making both of you hiss.

Letting your body fall back down on the sheets, you threaten the ceiling, “Next time… I’m locking you inside a cage.”

Xavier chuckles, probably sporting a smile you can’t see, his hands tracing small circles on your hips, “Yeah, anything you want.”