Chapter 8 #2
Shaun’s resistance was minimal, just enough to remind him he could fight back if he wanted to, before he obeyed, his face pressing into the soft blankets, the fabric muffling his ragged exhale.
“You being this much of an asshole shouldn’t make my goddamn pulse race.” His fingers twisted into the sheets. His voice was thick and raw with arousal. “And fuck, you’re stronger than you look.”
Zenko’s lips curled. “Bet you love it, though.”
Shaun didn’t deny it.
Zenko shifted against him, the weight of his body keeping Shaun pinned as he reached for the lube. The plastic bottle clicked open, the sound loud in the silence between them—a silence broken only by their harsh breaths, the occasional creak of the bed under their shifting weight.
Shaun hissed at the first cold slide of lube along his skin, liquid dripping down the cleft of his ass, tracing a path over his tightening hole before pooling somewhere lower. A shiver ran through him, visible in the taut line of his back.
“Look at you,” Zenko murmured, his gaze fixed on the way Shaun’s muscles clenched instinctively as the lube coated him. “Fuck, that’s hot—” His voice dipped lower, the words gravel-rough. “Watching you twitch like that when I touch you. You’re already so goddamn tight.”
Shaun swallowed hard, fingers twisting into the bedding tighter, his breath hitching when Zenko’s fingers traced his rim in a slow, teasing circle.
“Stop talking already?—”
Zenko smirked as he pressed the pad of his thumb lightly against Shaun’s entrance, just enough to make him jolt.
“You’re the one who wanted me to hurry.”
“Because I don’t need the fucking sweet talk,” Shaun ground out, but his body betrayed him by arching slightly into the touch.
Zenko’s fingers dipped lower, spreading the lube in deliberate strokes before sinking a single digit inside. He could feel Shaun’s breath catch, and loved the way his body resisted for a second before yielding.
“Shit, you really are tight.” His voice went dark with lust. “Gonna feel incredible when I’m inside you. Gonna squeeze me so fucking good.”
Shaun groaned, his back bowing slightly under the slow drag of his fingers as he worked him open, the tension in his muscles thrumming beneath Zenko’s free hand.
“For someone who keeps saying he can’t wait,” Shaun gritted out between clenched teeth, “you’re taking your damn time.”
Zenko chuckled, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching Shaun gradually, the hot clutch of his body making him grit his own teeth against the urge to move—to shove in before Shaun was ready, just to hear the muffled curse he’d bite out against the mattress.
But he wanted Shaun desperate. The sharp smack of his palm against Shaun’s ass rang through the room, the sound sending a fresh jolt of heat straight to his cock.
Shaun gasped, the sound ragged, and Zenko could practically feel the way the sting rippled through him, tightening his body around his fingers.
“Fuck,” Shaun choked out, the moan that followed raw and unfiltered, vibrating through the bed under them.
Zenko gasped at the sound. He reached for the condom, tearing the packet open with barely restrained urgency. The barest brush of his fingers against his own cock made him hiss—he was so goddamn hard it hurt.
“Quit fucking around,” Shaun rasped.
Zenko smirked, the roughness of his own voice surprising him as it scraped against his throat. “Bossy little bastard, aren’t you?”
His cock dragged slowly, and deliberately, between Shaun’s spread cheeks, the damp heat already gathering there making his stomach clench.
The slide was maddening, just enough friction to tease, but not enough to satisfy, and he had to bite back a groan as the flushed head caught briefly on Shaun’s hole before slipping past again.
Leaning forward, he pressed his weight against Shaun’s back, chest to spine, savoring the way Shaun’s muscles flexed beneath him.
His hands found Shaun’s wrists, calloused fingers wrapping around them as he guided them up until Shaun’s fingertips brushed the iron of the headboard.
The instant Shaun gripped the bed frame, Zenko exhaled sharply.
Every tendon stood out in stark relief along Shaun’s arms, the faint tremble in his muscles betraying how badly he was holding himself together.
Zenko squeezed his fingers lightly, grounding them both.
“Okay?” The words vibrated against the damp shell of Shaun’s ear, the scent of sweat and musk thick between them.
Shaun’s breath hitched audibly, his throat working around a swallow. “Yeah.” It came out rough, barely more than air, but the way his hips pressed back spoke volumes more.
Zenko couldn’t resist. He dragged the flat of his tongue along the curve of Shaun’s ear, relishing the shiver that wracked through him, before slowly pulling back to take in the sight spread before him.
Holy fuck. The long line of Shaun’s spine, the dip of his waist, the perfect swell of his ass—it punched the air from his lungs.
But then his gaze snagged on the healing marks crisscrossing Shaun’s back, the faded stripes standing in stark contrast to unblemished skin. A fresh wave of fury boiled in his gut, so visceral he had to close his eyes for a heartbeat, teeth grinding.
Fuckers. He’d kill every one of them for leaving these marks, for daring to touch what was his.
“If I hurt you, tell me.”
“Promise, Zen. Now, fuck me.”
“Shit.” Zenko groaned, his cock twitching against Shaun’s entrance.
It was a curse and a prayer, but also a fucking surrender.
He pressed forward, the blunt head catching, and his grip on Shaun’s hips tightened instinctively.
The heat was unreal—like sliding into molten silk.
His thumbs traced circles on Shaun’s hipbones, feeling the way his muscles fluttered in response.
“Breathe, baby.”
Shaun exhaled in a rush, and his shoulders dropped as Zenko pushed forward again, the slick resistance making his vision blur.
“Jesus, Shaun.” The tightness was obscene. His cockhead popped past the tight ring of muscle, and he had to choke back a noise that was embarrassingly close to a whimper. “Push back for me.”
Shaun obeyed with a groan as his eyes snapped shut. Zenko’s grip kept him from impaling himself entirely, but the little he managed was enough to make his own breath stutter.
“Oh, God.”
“Yeah.” Zenko shuddered at the broken sound, the way Shaun’s voice fractured around the words.
“That’s it, you’re taking me so well.” He could feel every twitch, every clench of Shaun’s body as he sank deeper, the slow stretch wringing obscene noises from them both.
“Oh, shit, you are just like I knew you would be—hot, tight, absolutely fucking perfect.”
His hips finally met Shaun’s ass, and the groan that tore from his throat was animalistic. He couldn’t help grinding forward, chasing the sensation, his cock sinking impossibly deeper.
“You okay?”
Shaun didn’t answer with words; instead, he braced himself and pulled forward, dragging Zenko’s cock almost all the way out in one smooth, maddening slide.
The head caught at his rim, stretching him obscenely, and Shaun’s choked “Jesus, it burns so good” was all the warning Zenko got before he slammed back, sheathing him to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
“Mmh. Worth it. Yeah, again.”
Zenko’s balls ached, pulled tight against his body, and every time his hips met Shaun’s, stars exploded behind his eyelids.
“If I keep hitting you right fucking there,” he panted, angling his hips deliberately, “can you cum without touching yourself at all?” The idea alone had his dick pulsing inside Shaun, the thin barrier of the condom doing nothing to dull the heat.
Shaun’s groan was muffled against the sheets. “S’good.”
Zenko let his eyes fall shut, surrendering completely to the relentless rhythm of their bodies slamming together.
The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Shaun’s ragged and hitched moans that rose in time with every brutal thrust. Zenko could hear the bedframe creaking under their combined weight, protesting each violent impact.
The scent of sex and sweat hung thick in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of Shaun’s hair gel and the overripe sweetness of their arousal.
He zeroed in on the way Shaun’s body moved beneath him, and the tight, perfect clutch of his muscles, the way his hips rolled back to meet Zenko’s, every thrust like they were made for this.
Sweat dripped down his own temple, stinging as it trickled into his lashes, but he didn’t dare blink, too fixated on watching Shaun’s fingers scrabble for purchase on the bedframe, knuckles whitening with every punishing drive forward.
The sheets were drenched, sticking to Shaun’s chest wherever his skin touched them.
Zenko’s voice came out hoarser than he expected, rough with want, “Yeah, that’s it, baby—you fuck me too, c’mon, pull me deeper?—”
Shaun arched sharply, spine curving like a drawn bow, driving himself back so hard Zenko’s vision whited out for a second.
The messy slide of his cock dragged another broken noise from Shaun’s throat.
Zenko could feel every centimeter of that tight heat gloving him, squeezing in counterpoint to their movements.
Shaun’s words came out punched through teeth, “Harder. Now.”
Zenko barked a laugh that turned into a groan as his hips stuttered. Sweat rolled between his shoulder blades, cooling rapidly in the heavy air. He could feel Shaun trembling beneath him, muscles tensing and releasing like live wires.