A Crazy night

Raul's kisses deepened with each passing moment, his lips moving against Xavier's with a hunger that seemed to grow rather than diminish.

Without breaking the kiss, Raul reached out and fumbled for the lamp on the nightstand. A soft click, and the room sank into shadow, leaving only a thin line of city light slipping through the curtains.

The push onto the bed was gentle but insistent, Xavier's back meeting the soft mattress as Raul followed him down, never breaking their connection.

The towel Raul wore offered little resistance; they were discarded quickly, tossed somewhere into the shadows of the room, forgotten before they hit the floor.

Raul's hands began their exploration, drifting toward Xavier's chest, seeking permission with every inch. When Xavier's hand rose to meet his, pressing softly between them, Raul paused immediately.

He pulled back just enough to look into Xavier's eyes, his expression shifting from desire to concern.

"Are you okay?" Raul asked, his voice low and rough with restraint. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"

Xavier bit his lip, the pressure of his teeth visible against the soft flesh. His hesitation manifested in a stammer. "I...I...I..."

The words wouldn't come, but the answer was in the way he reached forward, pulling Raul back to him, resuming their kiss with a fervor that spoke louder than any verbal affirmation.

Raul understood. His hands returned to their journey, finding the hem of Xavier's fitted shirt and drawing it upward with agonizing slowness, revealing the toned landscape of his torso inch by inch until the garment was removed completely.

Xavier lay bare from the waist up, his muscles defined in the darkness.

Raul's touch was fire against Xavier's skin, and when his thumb brushed across a nipple, Xavier's entire body jerked as though shocked by electricity.

Raul broke their kiss, his lips trailing downward with purposeful leisure. He mapped the column of Xavier's throat with his mouth, until he reached the sensitive peak he had teased with his fingers.

He took it into his mouth without hesitation, sucking with slow, intense pressure that drew a sound from Xavier's throat that he could not contain. "Oh."

The moan escaped unbidden, filling the quiet room. Raul smiled against his skin and continued his work, his mouth attending to the right nipple while his fingers rolled and tugged the left in alternating rhythm.

The dual sensation sent waves of pleasure radiating through Xavier's body, his back arching off the bed, his fingers finding purchase in Raul's hair.

Raul descended further, his mouth leaving a wet trail down Xavier's sternum, across his ribs, lingering at his navel to suck and tease until Xavier was writhing beneath him, his moans coming faster, more desperate.

Raul returned to his lips then, swallowing those sounds, his hand moving lower to the fastening of Xavier's trousers. He loosened the fabric, drawing it down past Xavier's hips, and when the garment reached his knees, Xavier kicked the rest away himself.

Only the jockstrap remained, a suggestion from Jayden that Xavier had accepted with nervous excitement.

Raul paused to appreciate the sight, his gaze dark with appreciation, before he resumed his path of kisses across Xavier's chest, down his stomach, returning to tease his navel once more until Xavier was trembling uncontrollably.

Raul reclaimed his mouth in a searing kiss, and his hand finally moved to cup the bulge straining against the fabric of the jockstrap.

The contact wrenched another cry from Xavier's throat, his hips bucking involuntarily into Raul's palm.

"Raul," he gasped, the name breaking from him like a prayer.

Raul laughed, a warm, satisfied sound. "Say my name again."

He squeezed gently, and Xavier obliged, repeating the name with breathless abandon. "Raul..."

Raul reached toward the drawer, the same one Xavier had opened earlier, and retrieved what they needed. The bottle of lube and condoms were set within reach on the mattress beside them.

When Raul returned his attention to Xavier, his own arousal was evident, pressing insistently against Xavier's stomach.

Xavier, emboldened by the films he had watched in secret, reached between them.

His hand wrapped around Raul's length, and the low growl that rumbled from Raul's chest vibrated against Xavier's skin. Raul buried his face in Xavier's neck, showering the sensitive skin with kisses that alternated between soft and biting, his teeth grazing along the jawline while his lips soothed the same path.

Xavier maintained his grip, learning the rhythm, the pressure, the way Raul's breath hitched when he twisted his wrist just so.

Raul's mouth found his ear, his breath hot and ragged as he spoke. "It's going to hurt; I can stop."

Xavier shook his head, finding his voice at last. "No...I want this."

Raul tore the condom packet open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving Xavier's as he rolled the latex down his length. Xavier watched, fascinated by the sight. Raul poured lube onto his fingers, the slick sound loud as he moved his hand between Xavier's legs.

The first touch against his entrance made Xavier tense instinctively, his body tightening against the intrusion. Raul bent to kiss him again. "You've never done this before?"

Xavier nodded, his cheeks flushing darker. "I've never done it with anyone."

Raul's laugh was tender, devoid of mockery. "Let me be your first then."

He began to work the lube around the rim with gentle circles, his touch patient and unhurried.

When he pressed one finger forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle, Xavier gasped, his body seizing around the intrusion. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure laced with the stretch of unfamiliarity.

Raul moved slowly, allowing Xavier to adjust, his finger working deeper with each gentle thrust. Xavier's hands gripped Raul's shoulders, his nails digging crescents into the skin as he rode the waves of sensation.

When Raul added a second finger, Xavier's eyes watered at the burn, at the fullness, his body struggling to accommodate while his mind reeled with the intimacy of it.

"I could stop right now," Raul offered, stilling his movements.

Xavier shook his head fiercely, his voice strained but certain. "No. I...I...want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel wrapped by you."

"Then I will fulfill your wish." Raul prepared him with meticulous care, scissoring his fingers, stretching him until Xavier was panting, his body loose and ready.

Raul shifted Xavier's legs, lifting them to grant himself access, positioning himself at the prepared entrance. He pushed in slowly, the tip breaching the tight heat, and Xavier shuddered violently, his entire frame trembling with the invasion.

Raul stopped immediately, wrapping his arms around Xavier, holding him close until the trembling subsided. "Breathe," he whispered. "Breathe for me."

Xavier focused on the warmth of Raul surrounding him, and slowly, his body relaxed. Raul continued his advance, sheathing himself inch by inch until he was fully in.

The fullness was immense and consuming; Xavier's body stretched around him in a way that felt like being completed and torn apart simultaneously.

Raul began to move, his thrusts shallow and gentle, finding a rhythm that allowed Xavier to acclimate.

The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a building pressure that coiled low in Xavier's abdomen. Raul's pace quickened gradually, his hips snapping with more force, driving deeper with each stroke. Xavier cried out, his voice breaking as Raul found the angle that sent sparks exploding behind his eyelids.

They shifted positions throughout the night, Raul guiding Xavier onto his side and entering from behind, then pulling him up to straddle his lap, letting Xavier set the pace as he sank onto Raul's length, his head falling back in abandon.

Each position brought new sensations, new ways for their bodies to connect. Raul's hands were everywhere, his mouth claiming Xavier's in messy kisses whenever their positions allowed.

The intensity built like a storm, gathering force until Xavier was overwhelmed, his body reaching its limit.

Xavier's arms shook as his legs were giving out beneath him, but Raul caught him, turning him onto his back and continuing with renewed vigor. Xavier's consciousness slipped away on a tide of pleasure, but Raul brought him back and resumed their rhythm until Xavier was climbing again, higher than before.

When Xavier's body finally surrendered to the exhaustion and sensation, Raul stopped.

He withdrew carefully, disposing of the condom before gathering Xavier into his arms, pulling him close against his chest. He pressed kisses to Xavier's sweat-dampened hair, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.

"You are very sweet," Raul murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I enjoyed it."

Xavier stirred, his eyes fluttering open, heavy with satisfaction. "Me too."

Raul pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and tightened his arms around him. "We can go again if you'll be my boyfriend."

Xavier's breath caught. Just one night. Jayden's words echoed in his head, followed by the bride waiting for him at home. He should say no.

"Yeah," he heard himself whisper. "We can."

They lay together in the darkness, their breathing synchronizing, their bodies tangled in the sheets.

Inevitably, their eyes closed, and they drifted into sleep together, wrapped in each other's arms, descending into dreams that mirrored the intimacy they had shared.

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Across the city, the atmosphere inside the Xavier's home was anything but peaceful.

Xavier's mother paced across the living room, her expression dark with fury. “He turned off his phone.”

His father stood near the window, staring into the night. “I told you not to force him into this.”

His mother's hands clenched at her sides. “What nonsense are you saying? If we had been stricter with his sister, perhaps he wouldn't have become the second option.”

Her husband finally turned away from the window and let out a heavy sigh. “I know. But we shouldn't be this strict with him.”

Before she could reply, her phone suddenly rang. She answered immediately. “Where is he?”

A nervous voice came through the phone. “Ma'am, we're still searching for him. We found his car at his friend's house, but Xavier is nowhere to be found.”

His mother's expression hardened as she slammed her hand against the table. “Find him! Tear this city apart if you have to!”

“Yes, ma'am.” The call ended.

For several seconds, she stood in silence, staring at the phone in her hand. Then she whispered into the empty room, her voice cold with fury. "When I find him, I'll kill him myself."