Survivor

Chapter 6

Pov Dan:

I turned as red as a tomato. My brain couldn’t quite keep up, and I was slightly overwhelmed by Xaver's question. "W-What?", I stammered. My partner looked at me intensely, but I tried to avoid making eye contact as much as possible. I felt him take the collar of my T-shirt and lean back, so that I was above him. "And now remember what I always do.", Xaver whispered softly into my ear, giving me goosebumps. I desperately tried to recall how Xaver usually went about things. My gaze darted wildly around the room, and it felt like I had forgotten everything. I was completely overwhelmed by the sudden situation. Xaver stroked my hair and looked at me reassuringly. "Don’t stress. Next, you need to try to create a romantic atmosphere." Xaver took my hand and guided it under his hoodie. His muscular stomach was warm, and I felt it rise and fall slowly. It was an immense pressure for me to dominate Xaver. I automatically felt like I had to do everything right, even though I had no experience in this. The thought of how well the blond could wrap me around his finger every time felt like a challenge. But Xaver didn't seem to be in a hurry and patiently helped me. He explained what I should do next, and I quickly got the hang of it. But as soon as we were both without clothes, it became much more difficult. I knew which step was coming next, but I worried about Xaver. I was afraid of reminding him of Jason and the time he spent with him.
I remained motionless above him, looking down. Xaver brought his hand to my cheek, and I flinched slightly. "Don’t worry.", my partner assured me, giving me a reassuring look. "But-", I started, but didn't get far. Xaver put his index finger on my lips and stopped me from speaking. "No buts. We're going to see this through." I swallowed hard but followed Xaver's command. However, since I still felt quite unsure and acted hesitantly, Xaver took my hand and licked two of my fingers. I would be lying if I said that Xaver's appearance while doing this didn’t arouse me. I felt myself getting harder and admired how calm Xaver always seemed to be in my place.
Once my fingers were covered in Xaver's saliva, he explained, "And now, put them in." I looked at my partner in shock and felt a wave of panic rising within me. Xaver noticed, of course, and helped me out. He guided my hand toward his rear, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I pushed my two fingers inside him. Xaver sharply inhaled, and I gave him a worried glance. "I-I’m okay. Just a bit unusual." I tried to be as gentle as possible with the stretching of Xaver's hole. My partner bit his lower lip and tilted his head back slightly. His appearance worried me, but it was also very seductive. Seeing Xaver in my usual position was truly something special, and I had to reluctantly agree with Jason that the blond looked damn good like this. Apparently, he could do just about anything well.
There was a noticeable flush on Xaver's cheeks, and he didn’t seem relaxed; he even laid his ears back. So, I paused and looked at my partner seriously. "You don’t have to torture yourself. I can see how uncomfortable you are."
"No, really. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine." Despite Xaver's assurance, I still had my doubts, but he smiled encouragingly at me. I sighed and quietly said, "Alright. But please tell me if it gets to be too much." Xaver nodded, and I continued. Slowly, I pushed myself inside him, and he let out a slight moan. This feeling was new to me and initially quite strange.
My partner wrapped his arms around my hips and set the rhythm for how I should move. I slid in and out of Xaver repeatedly. Slowly, I began to understand why he loved to dominate. It was an incredibly satisfying feeling. Soon, I found my own rhythm and no longer needed Xaver's help. Some lustful moans escaped me, and I couldn't help but kiss Xaver passionately. Suddenly, I had settled into my role incredibly quickly, and I found I even liked it quite a bit. When I looked into the blond's red eyes, they sparkled glassily, but he masked this with a forced smile.
After just a few thrusts, I came inside Xaver. I was completely out of breath and sweating. No wonder Xaver was always so enduring. This role in bed was significantly more exhausting. I carefully pulled out of Xaver and let myself fall onto him. His skin was incredibly warm, and the movement of his chest was soothing. When I looked at him, he held his wrist to his mouth, avoiding my gaze. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes still glassy, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. "Are you okay?", I asked, concerned. Without looking at me, he nodded and squinted his eyes. It was as if he was trying to suppress his tears. I sat up and looked at my partner worriedly. "I can see that you’re crying. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!", I apologized. I was afraid I had unknowingly hurt Xaver, and he didn’t want to tell me to spare my feelings. "No, you didn’t hurt me. It's just-", Xaver assured me. "What? What is it?" I asked. Xaver looked at me, and I noticed that he was starting to breathe heavily and seemed to be getting warmer.