Zye tugs Jace into the room by the wrist. As he does, Jace flounders to get the door shut behind him. It’s a task considering he’s distracted by what he’s greeted with. Gone are all of Hax’s things. Not to mention the entire layout is different.
It’s…normal. Zye’s normal. It’s nostalgic and comforting to the point where his shoulders deflate. There’s something about it that has him wishing the door behind him would open back up and Callua and Shae would join them.
Grinning from ear to ear, Zye lets go of him. “Want the tour?”
“Lead away.”
Zye guides him over to where the main room divides between the small kitchen and a sitting area. He steps into the kitchen area, his feet enjoying the feel of the tile. Turning back to Jace, he gestures toward it only to be surprised.
Jace isn’t trailing behind him.
He’s up in front of Zye and pushing him against the counter. The lips that press to his have Zye smiling into the kiss. Jace pulls away for a moment, gazing down at the way Zye’s lips remain parted.
“Someone’s hungry,” Zye says with a smirk.
Zye leans into the hand that cups at the side of his face. He nuzzles against the palm before Jace begins to slide it down, rubbing his thumb over Zye’s lower lip. The smile he flashes Zye in return has the man nearly melting on the spot.
“Ravenous.”
Jace drags his thumb down Zye’s chin to allow his own lips to take its place. Kissing him is always a dream come true for Jace. Zye’s lips are soft and welcoming, eager to part with a smile to allow him further access. And yet he denies it.
He wants to savor every touch of their lips together. The subtle smack of his mouth parting only to return before Zye can say a word. Each time he pulls away, Zye tries to follow him.
Zye doesn’t want the kisses to end. They give him little breaths of life that have his chest fluttering with heat. Each and every peck leads into a longer press until there’s one that leaves him yearning for even more. It’s a feeling that reminds him he’s still alive in some way.
He lifts his arms to clutch at the coat over Jace’s shoulders. All while Jace’s hand slips around, holding firm at the back of Zye’s neck. The skin grows warm beneath Jace’s palm as he slides it into the short tresses. He gives them a subtle tug as he captures Zye’s lips once more in a kiss.
The other hand is dipping down, loving the way Zye’s skin feels beneath his fingers. They trace along his side and over his hip, teasing the waistband of his briefs. He can go further and yet he doesn’t, he drags a fingertip beneath and nothing more.
It doesn’t go unnoticed.
Zye dares to slip one hand away and down Jace’s stomach. It’s a strange feeling considering Jace’s pants are form-fitting and perfect for what he does. They’re not made for Zye pushing his hand down the front so he can palm Jace’s arousal.
He tilts his head ever-so-slightly, enough to make Jace’s next kiss hit the corner of his mouth instead. “Someone’s awfully eager.”
“I’ve missed you,” he mumbles against Zye’s cheek.
Jace’s lips touch the flushed skin before leaving a trail of pecks down to his neck. There he licks along the side and revels in the way Zye shivers from the sensation. It encourages Jace to continue and begin sucking and nibbling along Zye’s neck.
Wiggling his free hand up to the coat, Zye struggles for a moment to try and undo the clasp. Once it’s free, the material slinks off Jace’s shoulders and pools around their feet. The act is something that Jace doesn’t take likely. His retaliation is leaning forward and pushing a leg between Zye’s.
The latter can scarcely retrieve his hands fast enough to grab for Jace. All before Jace’s grasp locks tight on his hips and yanks him forward. He grinds his leg up between Zye’s legs with a sly smile on his lips.
Zye groans, holding onto Jace’s arms. He shifts his hips in an effort to increase the pressure and friction on his own. A feat that has Jace capturing his lips in a hurry. A flurry of kisses that have Zye dazed and happy. Each little smack brings him further from the counter and closer to Jace.
Until he drags his hands up along the tense muscles in Jace’s arms and to his shoulders. Zye grabs the sides of the shirt on either side and pushes back into the last kiss that meets his mouth. He brushes his tongue over Jace’s parted lips with a chuckle.
“Come on, still more to see.”
Their noses brush together. Lips ghosting over one another but never meeting after that last kiss. Zye can see the way Jace’s brows furrow together. It’s adorable in his eyes. He half expects Jace to drag him to the room if not throw him over his shoulder.
Neither comes to pass. Only the deep whisper that makes his mouth grow dry and his fingers tighten into the material of Jace’s shirt.
“I want you right here. All of you.”
“Dammit, Jay, that’s cheating.”
“It’s the truth.”
There’s a slight bite of Jace’s nails as he clings to Zye, drawing him further up onto his leg so that he leans backward. The only reason his back doesn’t end up against the counter is due to how tightly he clutches onto Jace.
“Just, hold on a second. Let me down.”
Despite how aroused he is, Jace does as Zye wishes. When he lets go completely, however, Zye grabs his hand. Zye shakes his head with an exasperated smile on his face and crimson seared across his cheeks.
“We can do it here, clean up, and go to bed. Or, you can follow me to the bedroom. I, uh, might have a surprise for you if you choose that one.”
“I’ll always take the surprise. The counter can wait till another day.”
Zye can’t help but laugh as he turns away. “You’re terrible. Why would you dirty my counters like that?”
“Nothing about you is dirty.”
“That’s a damn lie.” Zye spins around as he says it, tugging Jace toward the open door. “You know I take my kitchen seriously. Anywhere else, no counters.”
The smile on his face is blinding. The slight glint of teeth and the way his eyes crinkle ever-so-slightly. Everything about it has Jace stepping faster to close the distance and nearly push Zye into the room. He places a single kiss on Zye’s cheek before pulling away, slipping his hand from Zye’s.
“No counter, got it. Is the floor fine?”
“Strip and turn around. And don’t look. Got it?”
“You know I’ll behave.”
Zye remains unmoving, waiting for Jace to do as he asks. Once Jace gives him his back, Zye makes for the closet. One he’s steadily begun to fill. Opening it, he pulls out just what he’s looking for from the black cabinet inside and is quick about it. Especially when he knows it won’t take Jace but a few flicks of his wrists to be done behind him.
He shoves the briefs down his legs and kicks them off. All so he can pull out something he felt a little too embarrassed asking his Mark to make. It’s nothing fancy. A simple pair of white underwear cut into a thong. The sides reach high onto his hips with the back dipping low into the tapered strip. It’d be completely see-through if it wasn’t for the lace embellishments across the material’s front.
Those are easy to tug on. The stockings that match it aren’t. It takes a moment for him to roll them up his legs. They’re snug around his thighs to keep them from slipping back down. A simple style that’s transparent enough for some of his skin to show through when the light hits it right.
Zye takes a breath and exhales, louder than he had intended.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine,” comes the quick reply.
Zye’s nervous. For the first time, in a long time, something like this has his fingers tapping incessantly against the side of his leg. He can’t stall forever. Turning around to see Jace’s bare back doesn’t help. The sturdy shoulder blades are evident from how Jace has his arms crossed, waiting patiently, to the ass on full display for him.
“If you don’t like this, just say so and we’ll try again next time. I didn’t want to ask since it’s a surprise and—”
“Come here and let me see. I won’t turn until you touch me in case you want to change your mind.”
“Ass…You don’t have to give me an out like that.”
“I’d rather you be comfortable, Zye. I can wait.”
Zye huffs at that and stalks forward. He stands behind Jace but doesn’t dare make a move. He places a hand on his hip. No, he won’t do it.
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here. I trust you, you know that. Now turn and look so you can throw me on the bed and do what you want. I want the guy that just about had me bent over the counter.”
Jace shakes his head, his hair dusting against the back of his neck as he does. “This is a silly thing to argue about. You’re bold and anxious all at the same time.”
There’s no reason to pout or be frustrated. In fact, in most ways, he’s not. The fear of it not being right, not what Jace wants, is terrifying. A silly notion considering he knows Jace wouldn’t care what he wears. Even still, he wants it to be special. Something different that tugs a new expression from Jace’s stoicism.
“If you don’t want me, that’s fine.” A daring tease considering he knows very well how Jace will react. If Jace could see him, he’d know the sly smirk well. “I’ll go get dressed and try out my brand-new kitchen. Do you want me to make you something?”
Before Zye can move, Jace turns around and catches his wrists. He yanks Zye close so that he can wrap his arms around Zye’s waist. “You’re only a…what did they call it…a brat, that, when you’re shy.”
“And you can be a know-it-all jerk.”
Even as they talk, there are smiles across their countenances as Jace tilts his chin up. He dusts a kiss over Zye’s lips. “Only about how much I love you. You’re handsome and brave. Beautiful and shine brighter than any star.”
“St-stop that,” Zye cuts him off. He lifts a hand to cover his mouth while trying to pull away. “You’re too much.”
“I can’t get enough of you. Sometimes, it’s more apparent than others. Like right now. If I let you go, will you run away?”
“No…”
“Then, can I see your surprise properly?”
Zye nods and Jace steps backward. He sits down onto the bed and pulls Zye over with him. Jace keeps his legs spread so that Zye can stand between them— within reach, but far enough away that he can see the ensemble. A simple yet sexy one at that.
It does more than Zye knows.
There are so many things he’d love to see Zye dressed in. This is only the tip of the iceberg. The slight transparency is enough of a tease that Jace tugs Zye closer still. Enough that he can hold onto Zye’s hips while he places a kiss on Zye’s stomach.
He leaves a trail along the edges of the scar. While he does, his hands are sliding down to explore the lines of the panties. His fingers run along the edges and part ways to get a touch of everything. One slips around back to tease his fingers beneath the tapered back of the underwear. The other drags down to the top of the stockings.
Jace can’t get enough of how it feels beneath his hand as he runs it along Zye’s leg. As he does, he looks up at the same time Zye brushes the bangs out of his face. “I don’t ever want to take from you.”
“You’re not if I’m giving it. Be needy for me sometimes.”
Groping at him, Jace kisses Zye’s stomach again. He dares to steal a glance down to see if Zye’s aroused. Nothing quite yet, not to speak of. It’s hard to be ‘needy’ when he wants more than anything for Zye to feel good.
Then again, this little outfit, or lack thereof, is a start. A slippery slope that has him truly wondering what he could ask for. What does he want more than anything in this moment?
Zye notices the deep train of thought. Jace’s lips have stilled even if his hands haven’t. “What do you want to do first?” Zye drags his fingers through the dark brown tresses and urges Jace to lean his head back. “I’m all ready to go.”
Jace stares up at him for a moment. He revels in the sensation of Zye’s fingers dancing across his scalp and down along the side of his face. Zye’s thumb stops on Jace’s bottom lip as if daring him to answer.
“Your mouth.”
Smirking, Zye gingerly pushes Jace’s hands away. “I like it when you want what you want. Ask for things. I want to please you too, ya know? Don’t wanna just lie there like a lump.”
If he could breathe, he wouldn’t be able to after watching Zye sink down to his knees. Zye’s hands hold onto Jace’s thighs as he gets into position. The way Jace stares has Zye gaining an idea. Not that it’d be hard to figure out if it’s not working. All he has to do is watch Jace’s face— easy enough.
There’s nothing he loves more than to catch the twitches of excitement in Jace’s brows or the way he licks his lips when he’s close.
Zye leans in close to the erect penis. It doesn’t help that the material rubs between his cheeks as he does. It makes it all the more apparent and dares to sidetrack him. He glances up at Jace before letting his lips dust over the tip of Jace’s dick.
Watching him, Jace places his hands on the bed and leans back. Enough to where he can truly see everything Zye is about to do. It’s alluring to him to see how Zye’s lips slowly part to take the cock into his mouth.
A long sigh slips from Jace as he focuses on the feeling. It’s not hard considering Zye is taking his time. The tip is all he indulges and even then only for a short moment. Instead, he begins licking along the glands while sparing a hand to reach for the base of Jace’s shaft. There he curls his fingers with the other hand cupping at the balls beneath it.
Zye is methodical with how he draws Jace closer to the edge. Each stroke of his hand up to the tip, where he gently sucks, and then back down has Jace’s thighs quivering. He massages Jace’s balls, lightly squeezing them, before pulling his mouth away.
A thin string of saliva connects them before Zye swipes his tongue across his lips. He has that thought again— he doesn’t have to breathe anymore. There’s no more threat of passing out if he doesn’t time things properly.
His hands fall away and instead settle back on Jace’s thighs. It’s there that he can feel Jace relax. The subtle shift of skin and muscle beneath his fingertips has a reprieve for only a moment. The instant Zye begins to take Jace’s length into his mouth, he can feel Jace tense all over again.
Glancing up as he begins, he watches the way Jace’s chest begins to rise and fall steadily. He teases his lover, going down only to come back up. The tip lingers on his tongue with his lips locked around it so perfectly.
Zye takes it back in as obscenely as he can possibly manage. His eyes never leave Jace’s. He knows he’s doing well when the man is staring so hard at him with darkened cheeks and a blissful expression etched on his countenance. Zye opens his mouth wide and tilts his head, taking more of the penis in until the tip nudges at the back of his throat. It takes a moment to calm any reflex. A second to suckle on the throbbing shaft.
The more that goes down his throat, the more Jace slowly sits up. Jace flashes him a sweet smile while dragging a hand through Zye’s bangs. He combs them back as Zye begins to bob his head up and down. Each time he shelves Jace’s dick into his throat as deep as he can take it, he can hear Jace’s encouraging moan.
Jace’s other hand slips down to brush beneath Zye’s chin, rubbing gently at the slight bulge he creates in that slender throat. Choosing not to say it aloud, he uses telepathy to grab Zye’s attention.
“It feels so good. If you do that, I won’t last much longer.”
As if to tease him back, Zye moans into what he’s doing. He refuses to pull back— there’s no need. Zye squeezes his fingers against Jace’s thighs. He pushes his face down, taking Jace all the way in, to where his nose brushes against Jace’s skin.
However, Jace is persistent. He pinches an eye shut with a groan while holding Zye’s shoulder with one hand and his head with the other. Jace pushes him away just in time for the mess to not go down his throat. But onto his face.
Zye, having closed his eyes, is surprised when the sticky heat drips down his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Some manages to land in his mouth as Jace pulls away. The rest, however, slides down Zye’s chin and onto his chest.
All the while, Jace stares. He lets go as he realizes how much he does actually like what just happened. Jace is beyond flustered further when Zye wipes some off his chin and licks it from his finger. He keeps one eye pinched shut from where it runs down from his eyebrow.
“If you wanted to do that, you could have said so,” he says with a smirk.
He’s never seen Jace so red and wide-eyed. The heat on his cheeks is blatantly obvious around the yellow tattoos. Jace swallows hard while carefully pushing Zye’s hair further back to make sure none of his cum got in it.
“I didn’t— I…It’s very sexy but, no, stop. Zye don’t lick any more of that. Hold on.”
Jace is up off the bed and hurrying to the bathroom. It takes him a moment to find where the washcloths are before getting one damp and returning. Zye laughs as Jace stops before him, dropping to one knee.
“It’s fine, Jay.”
“No. It’s not. I don’t want it to get in your eyes.”
Cupping Zye’s chin in his hand, the other dabs the washcloth wherever he’s made a mess. The touches are terribly gentle yet efficient. Any evidence of the blowjob is gone once Jace gives a final swipe to Zye’s chest.
As he does, Zye watches him. He’s completely enamored with the sweet gesture. One that he’s happy to reward the second Jace is prepared to pull away. He doesn’t get very far.
Zye’s arms are around his shoulders with the washcloth giving a wet plop as it hits the ground. He turns and brings their bodies together, drawing Jace in close. As he does, Zye dusts a kiss over Jace’s forehead. The second touches the tip of Jace’s nose and then his cheek. Finally, Zye presses their lips together for the briefest of seconds with their noses brushing together when he pulls away.
“Do you like it? Honest?”
Jace dips his head forward, cheek to cheek with Zye, and whispers in his ear. “More than you know.” He curls a finger along the back of Zye’s ear, rubbing at it while the star earring jingles from where it hangs.
“Then let me get them off and—”
“Keep them on,” replies Jace while cupping his other hand between Zye’s legs. The thin material does little to hide his erection. “Now let’s get you off the floor. Your knees must be hurting.”
Together they help each other up with Zye stretching some feeling back into his legs while grabbing the lube. It was easy to ignore when he had Jace all the way down his throat. Now, he’s eager to climb onto the bed. Jace is far faster and already sitting closer to the pillows when he grabs for Zye the instant he joins.
Zye smirks down at him. “Worried about my knees but you want me back on them? I already got ready for the most part. Not that I thought you’d jump me the second you came back.”
“I’d rather make sure.”
The reply comes with Jace retrieving the bottle from Zye. He puts plenty of it on his hand and slips it around. Lifting the fabric away with one hand, he uses the other to push two fingers into Zye’s already softened hole.
A quickened breath preludes Zye’s words. “You just like to watch me squirm.”
Jace smiles against Zye’s collarbone, leaving a kiss against it. “I do, actually. The way your breath shudders or how you wiggle to get closer to me. Getting to watch you feel good as you warm up is part of the fun.”
Zye brings his palms to Jace’s shoulders. “Is that so? Then let me show you something new.”
Trusting in the hushed tone and how it makes his skin shiver, Jace pulls his hands away. He allows Zye to push him down until his head rests atop one of the pillows. From there, he can only gaze up at Zye and the way he takes the lube from Jace’s hand.
“My turn. Don’t move, Jay. And no touching.”
“That’s cruel.”
“I think it’ll be worth it,” is Zye’s simple reply while he busies himself.
The bottle drops to the bed once he’s poured plenty onto Jace’s cock. He gingerly lowers himself down on it. One hand steadies to make sure it’ll go in while the other tugs the back of the thong to the side to allow it. Zye hardly takes his time. He did already prepare himself. Although, he hadn’t planned on it.
But he’s glad enjoying himself has led to this being a bit quicker and easier.
Once he’s taken all of Jace’s length inside, he drags his hands over his spread thighs. There he sits for a moment in hesitation. While he knows Jace is watching him, he basks in the feeling of the way Jace fills him— stretches him. To be connected like this has a trickle of warmth fluttering through his stomach.
He told Jace not to move and even though he did, he doesn’t so much as twitch or shift his hips. Zye remains perfectly still as he drags his hands up from his thighs. One stalls out over his stomach while the other continues up to his chest.
All the while, Jace is staring with lips slightly parted. His eyes flick up and down between watching either hand. He buries his fingers into the sheet, having to hold onto something, seeing as he can’t be the one that gropes at Zye’s chest.
Zye is the one that takes care of that. He squeezes his fingers into the soft skin, careful to avoid the hardened nipple. The other hand slides down over his navel and to the bulge in the front of his underwear. He pushes the fabric away and down enough to pull his penis out.
There’s a relief in doing so from how the lace was rubbing against him. It isn’t uncomfortable, but it is a strange bit of friction.
“You’re beautiful.”
Jace’s words have a flush dusting over Zye’s cheeks as well as darkening his chest. Despite the embarrassment, it also encourages Zye. It’s what has him daring to be more provocative. But not because he has to, he wants to. The hand on his chest hovers before his face instead.
Silver eyes never leave him. They stare at how he licks across his thumb before lowering it back to one of the hard peaks. The dark pink nipple is caught between Zye’s thumb and forefinger. He pushes and rolls it between his fingers while his other hand begins to move as well.
He watches the way Jace’s eyes trace down to follow it. Grasping at the base of his penis, Zye’s grip is loose and slow with how it moves up. All the way until he can hold around the glands. He drags his thumb over the tip, swiping through the droplets gathering there.
The way Zye gently strokes himself is just as much of a tease for Jace as it is for himself. There’s nothing he wants more than to flip their positions. He wants to touch and tease and lavish Zye with all of his desire.
Yet he remains still. His eyes track the hand that glides up and down the hard length. The worst part of it all, however, is the heat and tightness that wraps around his own shaft. It’s more intense thanks to the fact that Zye doesn’t move. There’s nothing that promises to guide him to a climax.
There are only twitches and the way Zye tightens around him should he stroke himself a little harder. Something Zye can tell and even does on purpose to milk the hushed groans from Jace’s lips.
Zye grins down at Jace. “Hanging in there, hot stuff?”
Jace inhales deep through his nose. The grip he has on the bedding has his knuckles turning pale. “I could watch you all day, but I might lose my mind if I can’t touch you soon.”
“Ah, ah. Not yet.”
“Zye,” comes the deep whine that rumbles from Jace’s chest.
“I thought you liked being in me?”
His question is punctuated by the way his hand slips away from his erection and brushes over his abdomen. He holds his palm against his skin where he’s sure Jace reaches up to. Zye can feel the way Jace throbs inside of him, swelling up larger than before. He knows Jace will crack sooner rather than later.
The sly smile has Jace nearly coming undone.
The groan that slips out of him has Zye daring to lean over Jace. His hands land on either side of Jace’s head, just above his shoulders. “God, I could listen to you forever.”
“How do you even hear me over your own moans?”
“Jerk, I hear you just fine.” Zye leans down, dusting their lips together. “Like how when you cum, your voice gets quiet and raspy. As if I’m taking it from you when it happens.”
Zye lets out a gasp as Jace rolls them over in one fluid motion. One that ends up with Jace on his knees and Zye’s legs draping over his. Jace takes one of Zye’s wrists in each hand so that he can pin them beside their respective shoulders.
“Oh, that’s hot,” Zye says with a raised brow.
Despite wrestling the control back into his corner, Jace isn’t moving just yet. He crashes his lips against Zye’s in a deep kiss. One that has him moving their mouths together again and again until finally, Zye lets Jace’s tongue inside.
He moans into the lip-lock as Jace ravages his mouth. The slick smack of their kisses ending and beginning echoes in his ears. Each one is warmer and more inviting than the last. He’s eager to allow Jace the chance to steal his breath with each one. To leave him a mess when they’re done.
The grip on his wrists loosens. Jace traces his fingers across Zye’s palms before clasping their hands together. Fingers interlock as Jace pulls away. The next kiss isn’t to Zye’s lips but to his cheek.
And then his jaw.
Down the curve of his neck and to the hollow of his throat.
Zye teases a wiggle of his hips against Jace. “Don’t wanna move yet?”
The glance Jace gives him has a shiver racing up his spine. At the same time, all the heat in his body drains south. Those long, dark lashes cover most of the soft gray gaze. As he does, Jace licks across one of Zye’s nipples.
A hiss of a breath between his teeth precedes Zye tensing down around the dick still seated inside of him. Each time Jace licks over and circles around the hard peak, Zye squeezes the hands clinging to his own.
“Come on, Jay. Are you holding back because I teased you?”
Zye’s eyes go wide and his back arches, wanting desperately to get closer to the teeth that bite around the areola. The slight sting is just enough pain to tolerate that he stumbles over his words. “Sh-shit, that was close.”
Jace traces the imprint of his teeth with the tip of his tongue. As he does, he spares a hand to reach down toward Zye’s leaking member. A single motion and he has it tucked back into the lace-covered garment with the tip peeking out. Zye reaches for him in turn when he finally looks at him.
“You can have it however you want.”
When Jace dips down to try and bite the other side, Zye is shrugging his other hand out of Jace’s grip. Jace gives a hum, “I’m always holding back.” Those smoldering eyes meet Zye’s. “I want you in so many ways.”
“Pick one,” retorts Zye while he reaches a hand toward Jace’s face.
Except Jace intercepts the touch. The second those fingers get close, his tongue flicks out over the tip of the longest before taking two of them into his mouth. As Zye tries to pull away, Jace drags his tongue between them.
A chuckle leaves Zye as he drops his hand to the bed, wiping it on the sheet. “I really shouldn’t teach you things you can use against me.”
Jace, finally ready to move, sits up. He sweeps his bangs back even if some flip back into position between his eyes. On his knees, he scoots back enough that he can pull out of Zye. A feeling that neither quite enjoys. There’s an electricity in the air that makes them want to return to how they were and as quickly as possible.
“Would you mind rolling over?”
To Zye, Jace is a man he’d more than happily do as he’s asked. Anything to see the way the emotion ripples out in every move he performs— every sound he makes— every breath that shudders through his chest. The one thing he loves most is to watch it.
Even still, he rolls over onto his knees with the presumption that Jace isn’t going to go as easy on him as usual. There’s always a piece of Jace that holds back. Some part of him that doesn’t want to be too rough or too needy. To take too much and not give back.
It’s why Zye wants his boyfriend to let go— let loose. Life is too short not to enjoy oneself. Even an afterlife like this could be gone tomorrow. He wants to make everything a memory he won’t let go. To feel Jace carve his soul into him with every touch.
Zye reaches back, steadying himself on the other palm, and tugs at the back of the thong. He moves it away while also gripping the ass cheek he holds it to so that it’s out of the way. A glance and a wink back and he knows he has Jace unraveling on the spot.
“Give me your best, babe.”
Jace guides himself forward until he can press the tip of his dick to the slick hole. A sigh slips from Zye’s lips as it pushes into him, no more and no less. Once it won’t slip out, Jace brings his hands to Zye’s waist. The grasp is firm as he pulls Zye back toward him in one fluid motion.
“Fuck!” exclaims Zye as he hangs his head, nearly losing himself right then and there as Jace shoves into him.
Zye lets go of the underwear and allows his hand to slap back down to the bed. Anything to keep himself steady as Jace’s hips slap up against his. It takes everything he has not to buckle forward. Especially with how rough Jace is being at the start for once.
As if he can’t help himself, the desires are spilling out so easily.
Neither of them realizes just how easily at that.
Jace’s focus is entirely on his lover and the way those shoulder blades tense and release each time he thrusts into him. Zye can’t do anything with how forcefully Jace plunges into him. Slow, deep thrusts that have the moans stuck in his throat.
The groans from behind him, he can hear perfectly well. Jace’s blissful sounds only add fuel to the fire. He’s vocal and Zye revels in it. His fingers dig into the sheets and cling to it for dear life. Bowing his head, Zye tries not to focus on the fact that he’s spilled his cum onto the bed between his legs and dripped down the front of the underwear.
Or the fact that Jace isn’t stopping or slowing down. If anything, he’s steadily speeding up.
The pressure and the heat are overwhelming. Jace reaches far deeper than Zye thought he could because of the position. It keeps him on the edge of sensitivity to where he’s not sure he can hold back if he wants to.
Zye can’t see what’s happening behind him, however, he can feel the slight prick of nails against his skin. Jace doesn’t quite notice it either. Even the extended nails that resemble claws don’t catch his eye. He’s far too focused on how good Zye looks— how good it feels.
If he had a heartbeat it’d be hammering away in his chest. The only resemblance of one is the way his chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. Ones that punctuate between the groans of Zye’s name that fall off his lips again and again.
Gray eyes glow softly against the darkened sclera. It matches how the markings down his right arm shift to a bright white against his bronze skin. His hair shifts and sways around and against the horns that protrude from the back of his head. The short, jagged edges curl forward and toward his eyes.
At first, the horns are a dark blue until they begin to grow transparent. A string of bright light wraps loosely around each horn as they begin to shine a soft blue against his hair.
It’s evidence of just how deeply he feels to let go of the tight control he keeps on the magic that thrums inside of him. But also, he feels safe enough to do so here. If there’s anyone he trusts, Zye is one of those people.
“Zye,” he grunts out as he continues his thrusts.
“Hurry!”
The shout comes as Zye pinches his eyes shut. Even with them closed, it doesn’t stop sparkles of light from appearing behind his eyelids. The garbled moan is what he chokes on as he curls his hands against the sheets and pushes closer to Jace.
It’s a pleasure that has his brain struggling to comprehend it. One that makes his thoughts get so hot they turn to liquid and he can’t form them anymore. A feeling so intense that his toes curl against the sheets while he tries not to crumble to the bedding he’s made a mess on.
Jace isn’t fairing much better. While his movements stop, he doesn’t dare pull out. He remains seated inside of Zye while leaning forward. The nails are gentle as they trace up his sides. Lips and tongue perform a dance along Zye’s spine.
Until he reaches the fallen shoulders. There he gives a soft bite. Enough to leave a subtle imprint and nothing more. Followed by a flick of his tongue along the mark and a kiss atop it.
“Jay,” Zye groans while hanging his head. “Can’t see you.”
What he’s wanted, Jace has given him. His body feels as though it’s melting jelly and yet he wants more. There’s a strange sense of pride in how he pushed his lover off the precipice and let loose. After all, he can handle it.
What he can’t is when Jace pulls out and gingerly guides him to roll over onto his back. For a moment, he can only stare. He didn’t realize Jace was actually letting go; releasing the reigns and showing his emotions so easily.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispers while reaching up to try and touch them.
Except Jace is already back between his legs. He catches Zye’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. His other hand is curling around Zye’s softening dick, pushing the underwear out of the way once more. It has Zye’s eyes widening. He grabs for Jace’s wrist as those fingers give the first tentative stroke.
Back arching, he chokes over his words. “D-don’t do that, too much.”
“I thought you could handle it?”
Zye gazes up at Jace and the way he wets his lips before giving a small smile. The slightest glint of teeth. The way those brows lift ever so slightly; amused and enamored.
A breath shudders out of Zye as he tightens his grip on Jace’s wrist. Regardless, it continues to move up and down. Those large, rough fingers are terribly tantalizing to his overstimulated body. He can’t stop himself from breathing harder and trying to hold the moans back. The only way he can get back at Jace.
Jace finds it adorable nonetheless.
“I love how honest you are,” are the words Jace whispers into Zye’s mind.
It has Zye spiraling. He pinches one eye shut as he grinds his hips up against Jace’s hand. The very fingers that lightly squeeze at his length and aim it just so. Enough that he releases across his stomach. As he does, Zye’s grip loosens from Jace’s wrist.
Jace tenderly strokes down the softening shaft one last time. His hands slip away from Zye’s and over his thighs. All before they land back in Jace’s lap. “I love you.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Zye lifts his leg and moves it around Jace. All so that he can move onto his side. As he does, he reaches back to grab one of his ass cheeks. Enough to show Jace just what he wants.
“Then keep going, one more time.”
“So needy,” replies Jace as he lies down behind Zye.
Zye lets out a moan as Jace pushes back in. One that mingles with the groan Jace purrs into his ear. He loops an arm under Zye’s leg to grab at Zye’s penis. Neither of them is quite hard yet. Jace takes the opportunity to begin slipping his other arm beneath Zye.
“Lift up for a moment.”
“I’m needy, but you’re the one that can’t stop touching.”
His arm won’t be there long enough to go numb. Only enough for his palm to squeeze at Zye’s chest and graze the tips of his nails over the hardened nipple within reach. Jace kisses Zye’s shoulder and up to his neck.
“I can’t get enough of you. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
The visage of horns and glowing eyes is already fading. Yet the passion thrumming between them only grows. Jace, steadily becoming aroused once more, keeps his hips rolling in a gentle yet deep motion. Zye tries to rock his to the same rhythm. If anything, to make sure the hand that strokes him doesn’t remain idle.
Zye’s already about to cum when Jace picks up speed. The sound of Jace’s grunts in his ear drown out the slap of skin against skin. He leans his head back to allow Jace a chance to nuzzle against his neck, sucking persistently at the soft skin there.
Jace kisses up to where his nose brushes against the star-shaped earring dangling down. “Almost there, my star? I am.”
Shivering, Zye can scarcely mumble a yes when it hits him like a tidal wave. Even if nothing comes out, he goes to learn forward to curl in on himself when he can’t. Jace keeps him right where he is. Fingers squeeze into his chest and hold him steady while the high ripples through him.
It’s also so Jace can cling onto him. Eyes shut and breath coming out in ragged pants, Jace pumps into Zye a few more times before the ecstasy washes over him as well. The heat floods through him and part of Jace wants to simply lie here.
Just like this.
Except he’s more than a little worried about his dazed and happy lover. It has him shrugging out of the warmth that softens his limbs to where they don’t want to move. Once he’s pulled out of Zye and scooted over, he rolls the man onto his back.
The second he does, Zye is on his side and pulling Jace toward him. He’s more than happy to sink down a bit further so that he can lay in those strong arms. His head moves to settle beneath Jace’s chin.
“Relax, I’m fine. No cuts. I’d feel them. They were like little pinpricks is all.”
“I should check even—”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Was pretty hot.”
Jace huffs yet tightens his grip, drawing Zye as close as they can possibly get. “Maybe too much,” he murmurs to himself.
Zye’s close enough to hear. How could he not? He slips a hand down and around, holding it against Jace’s lower back. “Relax. We’ve got a long time to find out what makes you go crazy and not hold back.”
One of Jace’s hands drags down over the material on Zye’s legs. It’s alluring and feels a bit too nice. The thought of stripping them off is an even greater feeling he pushes down.
“You’re a terrible influence.”
Zye smiles and slips back enough to lift his head. He places a kiss on Jace’s chin. “Yeah? You could tell me and we skip the hard part.”
“Only if you go first.”
“I feel like you know a lot of mine already. Hm,” Zye trails off in thought before chuckling. “I don’t mind if you wake me up like that.”
“You mean…”
“Yup. Total permission. I trust you to read the situation pretty well. Just make sure you don’t go too crazy unless I don’t have training with Kerse that day.”
Jace leans his head down against Zye’s. It’s a terribly indulging thought to do that. Even more so when he wonders if it’d be something he could try soon. In an effort to push that image from his mind, Jace sighs.
“Then I’ll bring you something to wear.”
“Now I’m excited. I know you didn’t get out much.”
Letting him go, he intends to move and get up. They should clean up after all. “You’re easily excitable. Now, ready to wash up?”
Zye yanks Jace closer, refusing to let him get away. He nuzzles up against Jace’s neck. Jace can feel the hot breath followed by the slight tinge of a bite.
“What if I want to lay here a bit more?”
Jace drapes an arm over Zye’s waist. “If it’s because you’re afraid to walk, I can carry you. Whether it’s because your legs might give out or,” he slips his hand down, grinding the material against where he is indeed beginning to leak, “if you think you’ll drip.”
“Ass, I can walk fine.”
He gives another bite atop the one he just made. One that’s a bit harder than the first. As he does, the soft groan of a response from Jace has Zye chuckling.
“What?”
Zye pulls away enough to lean his forehead against Jace’s shoulders. “Don’t be hot now. I can walk, let’s go.”
“That’s fine with me. I’d rather have the view.”
Sitting up, Zye glances back down at him. “Just for that, you can carry me or I’m staying here.”
Jace is eager to follow. He scoots forward and wraps his arms around Zye’s waist. Bringing him closer, Jace is more than happy when Zye tilts his head back. A simple dusting of their lips against one another as he whispers his reply.
“With pleasure.”
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