Xavier is pretty sure you're hammered. He placed you on your couch gently, his toned chest underneath his unbuttoned white crisp shirt catching your eye.

"You're drunk, you should take a rest." He whispered before pulling away but before he can do so, you manage to grabbed his sleeve, pulling him to you.

Xavier let out a surprised grunt, hovering above you.

"...You have to let me--" His statement was interrupted by you unbuckling his belt. He's losing his mind despite his calm countenance.