Each kiss grows with intensity until it feels as though their lips scarcely part before the next begins. Zye closes his eyes and wraps his arms over Jace’s shoulder, keeping the latter from moving too far away. With each touch of Jace’s lips, his body lifts to press up against Jace’s.
He wants to get closer— to never part. To always feel the love that Jace pours into every kiss that they share or every touch he’s given. Especially the one kind of touch that has them both feeling like they’re over the moon. Zye drags a hand up Jace’s nape and into the dark brown tresses. He combs his fingers through them before giving a sharp tug.
Jace lifts his head with a chuckle, “I thought you liked them?”
“I know you can feel it, come on.”
“A few more.”
Zye laughs as Jace dips his head down, kissing down the length of Zye’s neck. Each individual kiss is soft, slow, and ends with a gentle suck at the end. Just enough to make the skin darken ever-so-slightly. They’ll be faint marks that Zye is perfectly fine if they don’t go away too soon. While he does, Zye grinds his pelvis up against Jace’s to try and accentuate his point.
A small groan vibrates against his throat as Jace ends his trail of kisses. Lifting his head, he pecks Zye’s chin. “It’s quite something to see how hard you get just from kissing me.”
“Quit that and move so I can grab the lube.”
“I can get it.”
“I’d rather you get those clothes off first.”
Jace moves despite how his hands linger on Zye’s body. He caresses every inch of skin he can reach as he sits up. Fingertips drag over Zye’s knees when he begins to pull away. Jace watches Zye lean against the edge of the bed to dig through the bedside table’s top drawer.
Zye scoots back around only for Jace’s hand to tug at his wrist. He’s kneeling before the man in the next second with a curious expression. Jace can’t help himself and dips forward, brushing his lips against Zye’s.
“I love you.”
The lube hits the bed beside them. Zye cups Jace’s face in his hands. He holds Jace steady as he kisses him. His tongue flicks out over Jace’s bottom lip while his hands dip down to the bottom of Jace’s shirt.
A soft laugh dances over Jace’s lips as Zye hesitates to end the kiss. All while he lifts the shirt up. One hand drags the material up. The other brushes over the hard abs and then toward Jace’s chest. Zye squeezes his fingers into the softness at the same time that he grinds his palm down against the hardened nipple.
Zye dusts a chaste kiss over Jace’s cheek before he retreats. “I love you, too.”
Jace takes the shirt from Zye’s hands and lifts it over his head. It’s thrown to the edge of the bed atop the coat. Begrudgingly, Jace slides off the bed and stands. If only because he needs to step out of his pants. He’s barely standing back up from shrugging out of his underwear when Zye’s behind him.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing. Sit down for a second, would you? Let me work some of the nerves out of you.”
Sitting down, Jace nearly heaves a sigh of relief when Zye presses himself flush up against his back. He can feel Zye’s erection on him before those hands touch his shoulders. Zye kneels behind him with legs spread so that he gets as close as he possibly can.
All so Zye can reach around Jace’s waist while also licking along the curve of Jace’s neck. The way his teeth graze over Jace’s skin has goosebumps speckling along Jace’s arms. He revels in the way Jace tilts his head, allowing Zye to bite at the exposed neck.
Jace lets his eyes close to focus on the feeling of Zye’s hands on his body. They squeeze his shoulders before moving down his arms. The grip tightens around the slight bulge of muscle before going further. Down and down until he’s tugged at Jace’s wrists, moving them away from his lap.
Nails lightly tap against his hips before fingers slide along the pronounced bone. Jace’s shoulders droop and he sags back against Zye. He moans softly at the way those hands squeeze at his waist before slowly moving up further.
At the same time, Zye’s kissing along Jace’s neck and shoulder. Every so often he sprinkles in a gentle bite. One that’s not nearly as rough as the way his hands grab at Jace’s chest. The soft expanse is something he eagerly sinks his fingers into.
The warmth of the skin beneath his fingertips dares him to leave one hand where it is. All while the other treks down over the accented muscles and how they quiver with each nibble to Jace’s shoulder.
Zye’s palm glides down further. He curls his fingers around the base of Jace’s penis with a gentle drum of his fingers around it. “It’s not fair that you’re this hot,” he murmurs.
“Are you trying to tease me?”
“Mm, no. I want you to feel good. That’s all.”
Jace lets out a shaky breath when Zye’s hand begins to move. The one groping his chest deters his attention each time the one on his dick goes idle. A terrible game of back and forth that has his cock twitching in Zye’s hand.
The gentle slide up is nothing compared to the way Zye rubs his fingers along the glands. Enough to have the misty droplets forming along the tip. Jace can already feel the urge to stop Zye; grab his wrist, push him down, and hurry to the next part.
Zye’s free hand flails for the lube. He hurries to uncap it and pour just enough on Jace’s erection. Staring down at the throbbing arousal from over Jace’s shoulder, he closes and tosses the bottle to the side. It’s so he can continue to let his hand roam Jace’s torso.
The light dusting of his fingers across Jace’s chest has the latter reveling in the tight grip on his cock. The two sensations play back and forth as he leans his head back against Zye’s shoulder. The hushed moans and heavy breaths slip from his lips easier each time Zye strokes him.
“Zye…” Jace groans as he tries to resist bucking his hips. He wants to thrust up to meet that slippery grip so badly it hurts.
Yet he resists. Enough to allow Zye a nearly silent chuckle. “Feels good, huh? Why are you holding back? Go ahead.”
Jace reaches back and grabs onto Zye’s knees with both hands. He feels like he’s already on the edge from how the pleasure warms his body.
“Am, nngh, not.”
“Uh-huh.” Zye drags his hand up and rubs his thumb over the tip. It draws a moan from Jace almost immediately. “You’re twitching like crazy. I’d say you are.”
Jace swallows hard, trying his best to stay still and let Zye have his way. “It feels good.”
“How do you want to cum then? You can have whatever you want if you tell me.”
Opening his eyes, Jace stares down at the hand gently moving up and down. It’s never enough to push him closer to an orgasm. Only to keep the friction and the sparks going off behind his eyelids. Jace lifts his head enough to try and sit up. An effort to say the least when it has Zye’s grip tightening down around him.
“In you.”
Zye licks along Jace’s earlobe, disliking that Jace lifted his head. He brings his hand to rub up Jace’s throat and hold his chin. Tilting Jace’s head back and to the side, Zye leans over him to brush a kiss against his lips.
“Then beg me for where you want it.”
He can feel Jace lurch against his palm. There’s no heartbeat, yet the steady throbbing his fingers stroke says otherwise. Zye knows it has Jace unraveling ever-so-slightly. What he doesn’t know is just how much Jace enjoys it. The deep, commanding tone is something that makes his brain tingle with need.
“Mm, your mouth.”
Zye tugs Jace’s bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on it as punishment. He flicks his tongue over it as he asks, “My mouth what?”
The heat in his loins is undeniable. Jace knows he could lose it any second with how Zye is talking. He didn’t expect to like it this much. And yet, he can’t stop the moan from forming among the words. “Please, use your mouth.”
If anything, Zye is glad Jace is in front of him. That way he can’t see the grin that’s wormed itself onto his countenance. An even better way to hide it is by bestowing a kiss on Jace’s lips that’s far rougher than intended. Their mouths press together with a need neither planned for.
One where their tongues slip to meet in the space created between them. All the while Zye strokes his hand up Jace’s penis and drags his thumb against the glands. The moan he drags out into the kiss has him smiling wide when he pulls away. One final peck to Jace’s shoulder and he sits back.
“Zye…”
The breathy voice has Zye resisting the shiver racing up his spine. “Why don’t you lie down? I have a better idea.”
Jace doesn’t move until Zye has completely let go of him. When the warmth of his presence is gone, Jace finally turns and begins to climb onto the bed. He lies down only to find himself staring at the way Zye maneuvers out of his underwear.
Zye is quick about sliding the lube over to Jace before crawling over him. Except he’s facing the opposite way with his knees on either side of Jace’s body. All so he can lean forward and blow a breath of air against Jace’s dick.
“Tease.”
“Maybe,” Zye chuckles. “If you don’t want me to swallow say so—”
“Yes. If you can.”
“You’re being so obedient tonight. Kinda like it. Mind getting me ready while I take care of this then?”
Considering he has to pat the bed until he finds the lube, he gets a late start compared to Zye. The man above him is already situated and lowering his head. His tongue drags over the head before circling down around the glands.
Jace sucks in a deep breath to try and calm himself. It’s the best he can do when Zye is licking along his shaft. He can feel Zye pushing him to the edge before withdrawing enough to let him settle back down.
Even so, he manages to coat two fingers in the slick substance. Yet he only pushes one into the tight, twitching hole before him. He tries not to focus on the feeling in his lower body and instead gives his all to stretch Zye out as gently and swiftly as possible.
Zye pays no attention to the way Jace loosens him enough to fit the second finger inside. If anything, he gives a little wiggle of his hips to take them in a bit deeper. Jace scarcely notices. His only thoughts are on the way Zye begins to take him into his mouth over and over.
The slick heat that envelops his penis is addicting.
Jace is simply going through the motions while holding onto one of Zye’s thighs. He’s able to fit a third finger, albeit a little snuggly, when he has to grit his teeth. The moan catches in his throat as he tries his damnedest to keep his hips on the bed.
Right as he’s about to cum, Zye retreats with his hand squeezing firmly around the base. He glances over his shoulder with a smirk. “Gonna finish before you’re done back there, huh?”
“Zye…”
The breathy cry has Zye’s skin tingling with delight. If Jace is that needy, he’s more than happy to tip his beloved over the edge. Zye braces himself and brings his head back down. Taking Jace’s cock into his mouth, he relaxes his throat and brings him further in with each tremble the throbbing shaft gives.
Jace’s attention is shattered. He doesn’t need to see to feel what’s happening. Each drag up and back into Zye’s throat has him losing his mind. His toes dare to curl. Stalling on the way he stretches Zye out, he finally thrusts up into Zye’s mouth. As best he can with the way Zye pushes down against his hips.
The music to Zye’s ears is the moan of his name over and over as he swallows every drop. The heat that scalds his throat is nothing compared to the elation he gets from how Jace continues to groan below him. He’s sure to make as much noise in return as possible.
From his own moan reverberating against Jace’s softening penis to the audible pop when he lifts his head. Holding the dick up with his finger against the messy tip, Zye waits a moment to see if Jace is going to move.
When he doesn’t, Zye is more than happy to shift and pull forward so that Jace’s hands slip from his body. He sits atop Jace’s stomach and tilts his head back, gazing down at Jace from over his shoulder.
“You’re pretty sexy when you cum, too, ya know.”
He moves off of Jace and rolls over onto his side. Propped up and facing Jace, who lolls his head to the side to meet his eyes, Zye winks while licking at his lips. Jace curls his fingers into the sheet below him at the sight.
“May I?” he croaks out.
“I’m here when you want me.”
Jace eagerly shifts against the bed. He pushes Zye onto his back and settles between his legs once more. A smile curls across his lips when he hears Zye let out a breath as he pushes into him. It doesn’t matter to Jace that he’s only semi-hard. He knows that’ll correct itself momentarily.
Especially when he saddles closer and closer until he can reach Zye’s chest. It’s there that he allows himself to indulge in the way he can make red blossom across Zye’s skin. Both of his hands hold Zye’s waist while he kisses up to the hardened nipples— two rich dots of color.
He rolls his tongue up against one of Zye’s nipples. Circling around the areola, Jace takes it into his mouth with a gentle suck. One that allows him to lavish the sensitive nub. The way Zye’s insides squeeze down around him tells him just how good of a job he’s doing.
Zye reaches over, brushing the back of his knuckles across Jace’s cheek. “Go ahead and bite. Leave as many marks as you want.”
Jace dares to follow through. He leaves a gentle bite around Zye’s nipple. One that has the man letting out a tremor of a breath. He glances up, waiting for approval, as he continues to kiss and suck against Zye’s chest. He doesn’t intend to leave an inch unmarred by his lips.
“Harder, just a little.”
Chuckling, Jace kisses the other before daring to try again on the side of it. He sinks his teeth into the skin until he feels Zye’s insides suck down around him and his chest raises to meet his lips. The moan that leaves his lover has Jace daring to move over a couple of kisses and do it again.
He finds the right amount of pressure with ease. The delicate balance between the pinprick of pain and the onslaught of pleasure. As he does, he shifts his hips until he’s slowly thrusting in and out of Zye. The heat Jace pushes into each time is overwhelming. He could spill over right then and there.
Even if he did, Zye doesn’t intend to let him go. Zye lifts his legs and wraps them around Jace’s waist. It drags Jace even closer. Their pelvises scarcely part before they’re brushing together once more. All so Zye can cup his hands to Jace’s face.
Zye draws him up to brush their lips together. “Right there, Jay,” he moans.
Jace digs his knees against the bed. It’s a daring move as he grabs Zye’s hips. All to lift Zye’s ass off the bed while staying bent over him. Squished up against Jace, Zye can only groan when Jace begins to move. He throws his arms over Jace’s shoulders while the man kisses him, sealing away any noises he tries to make.
Nails scratch across Jace’s back each time he thrusts his hips. The mumbled words into their kisses tell Jace he’s grinding over Zye’s prostate just right. That the slow, methodical shift in and out is enough to drive Zye crazy. He revels in the marks he knows Zye is digging across his shoulder blades and over his back.
No different than all of the teeth marks he’s left on Zye’s chest.
Zye can’t manage to kiss Jace. His lips hover beside his ear as his breaths quicken. He digs his nails a little more into Jace’s soft skin. Eyes closing and legs tightening around Jace’s waist, he can’t dare to try to hold back. Not when Jace is grinding into him at just the right angle, over and over again.
Kissing the side of Zye’s head, Jace revels in the feeling of Zye clinging to him. He can hear the grunt and feel how tightly Zye’s insides clench down around him. While he might not have cum, Zye surely has. Even if there’s no evidence of it. The dry orgasm leaves Zye reeling and his chest shuddering with each breath.
When the man below Jace begins to let go and lie back against the pillows, Jace takes in the sight. To him, there’s nothing more beautiful than his lover coming down from the high of ecstasy he’s given him.
As he allows Zye’s body to fall back to the bed so he can slip away, Zye is grabbing for him. He catches Jace’s wrist and gives a tug. “Don’t stop, Jay. I know you don’t want to.”
The smile on those lips has Jace relenting. Instead of giving Zye a chance to catch his breath, Jace pulls out and re-situates himself. He no longer kneels between Zye’s legs as well as having rolled Zye onto his side. Rather he sits over one of them while lifting the other. His firm grip around Zye’s thigh has the latter biting at his bottom lip. The tip of Jace’s penis brushes where the excess lube is already trying to leak out. An obvious tease.
Pushing back inside, Jace lets out a long, blissful sigh. One that he follows with a quick adjustment to his grip and making sure that Zye doesn’t look uncomfortable. Once he’s sure, Jace changes from the pace he had. Gone are the slow, gentle thrusts.
These feel deeper and rougher even if they aren’t terribly fast. He doesn’t need to be. Not when he can watch Zye’s expressions or the way his body reacts. He knows when he’s grinding up against Zye’s prostate just right.
Jace watches as Zye grabs for one of the pillows. Zye clings to it and nuzzles against the plush material. It musses his hair as he groans into the pillow. A mixture of aimless noise and Jace’s name peppered in. All with a few “there” or “fuck”.
The encouragement spurs Jace to try harder. To push a bit faster despite how sensitive Zye might be at the moment.
Zye’s back arches as he buries his face into the pillow. No matter how he curls away from Jace, he’s held in place. Jace stares down at the way nothing comes out of Zye despite how he’s obviously having an orgasm. One that has Jace pinching an eye shut from how badly he wants to cum as well.
Breathing heavily, Zye peeks up at Jace. “Holding out…on me?”
“I’d rather see your face.”
Jace tugs himself out of Zye as much as he’d rather not. It takes him a moment to scoot closer, back between Zye’s legs. A place he’s eager to remain with how his body yearns for release. He holds out his hands and waits for Zye. The latter slowly pushes himself up, grabs onto Jace’s arms, and allows Jace to heave him upward.
Kneeling over Jace’s lap, Zye eagerly sits down once he can feel the tip slip back inside of him. Zye tilts Jace’s head back, fingers combing through his hair, and kisses him. Their lips meet at the same time that Jace begins to move.
It doesn’t take long before Jace’s thrusts still. Zye kisses him harder, masking the groan Jace lets out, as he continues to roll his hips down. He slowly retreats from the kiss to peck at Jace’s lips.
“Good?”
Jace leaves a trail of kisses over Zye’s cheeks and down his neck. Nuzzling his face beneath Zye’s chin, he sighs happily. “More than,” he chuckles.
“Wanna take this to the bathroom?”
“You’re not going anywhere yet.”
Jace caresses Zye’s sides before gingerly lowering him back to the bed. If only to roll them over so that Zye’s on top. Zye immediately grabs the wrist of the hand that reaches for his face. Pinning it against the bed, Zye leans down to brush their noses together.
“I love you.”
“Say it again,” Jace replies with a grin.
Zye pecks his lips against Jace’s. “I love you.”
Jace wraps his free arm around Zye’s waist and holds him close. He doesn’t want to let go and Zye is perfectly alright with laying here with Jace still in him. At least, for a little bit longer. Laying his head on Jace’s shoulder, Zye slips his hand from Jace’s wrist to press their palms together.
He closes his eyes as he hears Jace whisper those words back to him.
“I love you too.”
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