Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Zamir
I was inside Nolan.
When he brought out the lube, I'd assumed he would fuck me. He always took the lead, and I liked it that way.
But now that I was inside him, I realized that he was in control. It didn't matter that my cock was in his ass and not the other way around. Nolan was still the one fucking me as he slowly moved his hips, as he braced his hands on either side of me and started riding me.
I gazed up at him, watching his green eyes sparkle with heat and darken with desire.
His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly swollen from our kisses.
His lip rings glinted every time he moved, and my gaze latched onto his lips.
I found myself incapable of looking away, and his lips curved up as he noticed my preoccupation.
Hips still moving as he rode me, he leaned down and brushed his lips over mine, and I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him close as I returned the kiss.
I shifted my hips, wanting to move deeper inside him, but his hand was instantly at my waist, pinning me to the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to shake his head at me.
"Let me," he murmured, and I moaned as I melted under him and gave myself up completely.
Nolan didn't stick to a rhythm. He went hard and fast, then slowed down to a gentle rhythm where all he did was kiss me as his hips moved almost imperceptibly. He drove me crazy with every small shift, and he squeezed himself around my length, making me gasp into his kisses.
It took me a while to realize Nolan wasn't fucking me. No, this was much more than that. As cheesy as it sounded, Nolan was making love to me. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I never wanted it to end.
I held on for as long as I could, my fingers digging into his back as I kept the pleasure at bay so I could enjoy this a little bit more. But when Nolan's teeth scraped against the curve of my neck, when he gently bit down on my skin, my control broke.
I came with a shout of his name, spilling into the tight heat of him as he groaned against my skin, moving his hips as he rode me until I softened and slipped out.
Nolan sat up, and I watched him as I caught my breath. He reached behind himself, then wrapped his cum-covered—my cum, that was inside him—hand around his length, and I moaned at the sight.
He gave himself a few tugs as his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I licked my lips as I watched him. "Come on, Nolan. Mark me," I murmured, and he shuddered, his eyes flickering shut as he threw his head back and came with a shout of my name.
His cum coated my abdomen and chest, hot and slick and full of his scent, and I scooped some up onto my finger, sticking it into my mouth as our gazes met.
"Fuck," Nolan grunted as he squeezed out one last spurt before releasing his spent cock from his grip.
I tugged him close, and he slumped over me with a sigh, squishing the sticky cum between us.
We lay there for a while, but then he forced himself up with a sigh. "Let me clean you up," he murmured as he dropped a kiss on my lips before leaving the bed. I heard the water turn on in the bathroom and he returned a minute or two later sans cum, a wet cloth in his hand.
He wiped me down with careful strokes, then threw the cloth into the bathroom before climbing in beside me. He pulled up the sheets to cover us, and I cuddled close. He threw his arm over my waist and pinned me to him, and I smiled as I gazed up at him.
"I didn't know you like to bottom," I murmured, and he smiled.
"There's not much I don't like," he said with a shrug, and I raised a brow at that.
"Really?"
"I've lived a long life."
I pursed my lips, trying to think of something he wouldn't enjoy. "Exhibitionism?"
His brows furrowed as he thought about it, then shook his head. "Maybe there are a few things I don't like," he conceded, and I snickered.
"That's perfectly fine. I do too. I wouldn't like anyone watching you either."
Nolan smiled, then pressed a kiss on my forehead, and we were quiet for a while as my thoughts drifted.
Nolan had so many experiences in his past, so many things he'd seen, people he'd met. Maybe he'd tell me about them. It wasn't like we were lacking time, and I'd love to hear about his life, about all the historic moments he'd witnessed, all the little things he'd learned.
Thinking about his past made me think of mine, and of the place where they both intersected.
"Nolan, can I ask you something? About your past?"
He shifted back a little so we could look at each other more easily, and smiled. "Of course. You can ask me anything."
I nodded, but it still took me a moment to find the words, to find the courage.
"Will you tell me about my mom?"
Nolan blinked, then nodded. "Of course. Whatever you want to know."
"Just... what was she like? What kind of person was she?"
Nolan smiled, then pulled me closer. I pressed my cheek into his chest, soaking in the heat of his skin as I waited for him to speak.
"Your mother... she was a lot like you, actually. Even if you hadn't told me who she was to you, I think I would've realized."
"Really?" The thought made me feel warm. My mother had died before I could make any memories, and to know that I was still like her... it healed something in me.
"Tell me a story. Tell me something she did, something good," I urged, and Nolan squeezed me closer.
"Of course."
Nolan
I told Zamir about his mom, about the way her brown eyes would sparkle any time she came across a cat, how she couldn't resist petting them and begging until I let her bring them home. At one point, we'd had fifteen cats, and only then I'd been able to put my foot down and say no.
She'd had the same curly hair and dark eyes as Zamir, and she'd made full use of those baby browns to get me to do whatever she wanted.
She'd been like a daughter to me, and while she was one of the few people I'd let go of on my own terms—she'd grown up, and she'd needed to find her own way—I still missed her terribly.
"So... if she was your daughter, what does that make me?" Zamir joked, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief, and I groaned.
"Please don't say it."
"Grandpa?" he teased, and I covered my face with a hand, pushing him away with the other as he laughed. "Pops? Papi?"
"Shut up," I growled, my cheeks hot under my palm, and he laughed.
"Aww, what's the matter, Grandpa?"
I moved before he could realize what I was doing, and pinned him to the mattress. Covering his body with mine, I slammed my lips to his before he could say anything else that made me want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.
Zamir laughed into the kiss, but obediently kissed me back. He wrapped his legs around me, and I rocked into him, our cocks hard once more. His silky length pressed against mine, and I rocked into him as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
Without pulling away from the kiss, I grabbed his cock and sank down on it, my hole still wet and open from earlier since I'd only given myself a cursory wipe.
Zamir gasped into the kiss, and this time, I let him thrust into me, and I matched his rhythm.
We kissed as we moved against each other, and it wasn't long before Zamir was filling me up again.
This time, we came together, and I clung to him as I spilled between us, then slumped over him, feeling completely drained.
We were quiet for a long, long moment. Then Zamir chuckled. "Maybe I should call you grandpa more often," he joked, and I groaned. Damn it. I'd kissed him to shut him up, but instead I'd ended up encouraging him.
Leaning up, I glared at him. Since we were pressed close, his cock was still inside me, and I squeezed around his soft length, making him gasp. "If you ever want me inside you, you'll never say that word to me again."
Zamir's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."
"I'm thousands of years old, Zamir. I'm very patient."
Zamir swallowed hard, then sighed. "Fine, fine. I won't call you... that. I promise."
I humphed, then pressed a kiss on his lips before sitting up. "I'll get a cloth."
"Nah, let's take a shower."
"Okay."
We washed each other, then went back to bed, though Zamir stopped to unlock the door and open it a little before joining me.
It didn't take long for the cats and dogs to find us, and before long, our bed was crowded with barely any room left to maneuver.
"I don't want to go back without you. I want to live with you," Zamir murmured after a few minutes, and I sighed.
"I want you with me too, believe me. But I..."
"You're worried about the headmaster."
I hummed. "I know what happened in the past wasn't my fault, but I still feel guilty. I should've tried harder to find him. I shouldn't have given up."
Zephyr had been a kid back then. He'd needed someone to help him, rescue him, and I'd promised to be that guy. I'd failed him, and I had no idea what he'd gone through because of it.
His anger, his pain... it'd been clear on his face.
"Okay, I'll go back. But I want to come here in the evening so we can all sleep together like this. Is that okay?"
"Of course. You're welcome here anytime you want."
Zamir smiled, then snuggled close. He shut his eyes, and I leaned over to turn off the lamp before following suit.
I pushed away Pebble's tail from my face, then lowered my head, pressing my nose into Zamir's riotous curls as I breathed in his soft, warm scent and let it fill my lungs.
It made me feel relaxed and drowsy, untethered, and maybe that was why the words slipped from my lips.
"I love you."
I felt Zamir go still, and held my breath. He was quiet for a moment, and then I felt his lips on my chest, right over my heart.
"I love you, too."