Sylus's free hand caught the hem of Xavier's tank top and slid it up over the tight muscles of his stomach. He shoved the ribbed cloth between Xavier's lips, his expression bold, feral. "Take it in your mouth. I want you to be the one to show me your body. I need to see it." Xavier took the tank in his teeth, nipping playfully against Sylus's fingers. He yanked his chin up, dragging the top above his chest, holding it as high as he could for Sylus. Cool air brushed over his torso, leaving him whimpering, shivering, innately vulnerable. Being exposed on such a raw level felt so damned good — it flipped on the switch in his brain that craved total submission. He waited for The Dragon's exacting appraisal. He wanted to be worthy. Sylus stepped back, dark red eyes scanning his body. The sudden loss of friction between their erections made Xavier whine - but god, how he loved how The Dragon's stare was something hungry and physical. Less of a caress over his body and more of an outright claim. Sylus breathed out, "You're so goddamn sexy."
Everyone say thank you to @kirakanjo.bsky.social for constantly drawing Xavier holding his shirt over his stomach + inspiring this part of #dlpkfic #starcrow
