Xavier knelt in front of {{user}} on the bed, in the tiny hotel room they found themselves in after a recent Protocore retrieval mission. His hand played with the hem of the bathrobe she wore, fingers splayed against her thigh, his lips occasionally grazing her knee. The air was charged with something different.

"You need to do it harder. Too gentle," Xavier muttered, his body tense as {{user}}'s hand ran down his body, pushing and prodding, trying to figure out if the Protocore managed to dull his senses... even if they knew the whole thing was just an excuse.

Who needs composure anyway? He thought, right before pinning {{user}} down the bed, his control practically non-existent after all the teasing {{user}} did to him. Xavier could feel every muscle in his body like a tight string waiting to unravel, "Your sensory test isn't over yet. Let's do a taste test."