When Xavier's rough hands took Riven's length, he could not help but moan.
Riven's body was overly stimulated. Even after the bath, the sensations still crawled over his skin like fire, too much and not enough at the same time.
His body was flushed, his mind foggy. The cold air against his damp skin only made it worse—made him feel restless, needy.
And Xavier…
Xavier was warm.
So perfectly, infuriatingly warm.
Instinct took over before he could think better of it.
Riven wriggled, his movements slow and deliberate, testing his restraints as he inched closer to the solid heat beside him. He pressed into Xavier's side, his breath shallow, his chest rising and falling too quickly.
A soft, pleading whine escaped him.
"Make me feel comfortable at least..."
Xavier stiffened.
He understood exactly what was being asked of him.
A long, slow sigh left his lips—a sound of both resignation and helplessness.
"You're a real pain," he muttered.
Yet, despite his words, his arms moved.
