Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Zenko was trying to figure it out. There was something just out of reach, and he couldn’t quite catch it.
He didn’t want to startle Shaun or freak him out while he was holding that razor-sharp blade like he knew how to use it.
He slowly moved until Shaun’s body stood between him and the wall, stopping when only inches separated them.
His eyes locked on Shaun’s, watching as his pupils dilated.
If Shaun was going to attack, it would be now.
Movement out of the corner of his eye made Zenko tense and ready for the possible attack.
He breathed out a sigh of relief that would have turned into a moan if he hadn’t bitten his lip when Shaun crouched to lay the knife on the floor.
Shaun may not have meant it in a sexual way, but his face in front of Zenko’s cock sent blood rushing there, and he hardened in seconds.
Fuck, there was that sexy noise that Shaun made again.
He wanted to push his cock in between those full lips, watch them swell from sucking and licking as his eyes dilated with pleasure and lust.
“Son of a bitch,” He muttered under his breath, the words rough with barely restrained desire.
The scent of Shaun’s skin filled his nostrils as he hauled the man to his feet.
His hands trembled slightly where they gripped Shaun’s shoulders, then he brought his mouth down on Shaun’s lips, swallowing the soft gasp that escaped him.
Zenko drank him in, stealing both their breaths until his lungs burned and his head spun.
He didn’t want to stop, refused to stop, especially when Shaun’s hands gripped his waist with bruising force, dragging their bodies flush together.
Their cocks rubbing together sent sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine, and he bit Shaun’s lower lip just to hear him whimper.
“Fuck me now.”
Shaun’s rough and desperate whisper sent a zing of electricity straight to Zenko’s cock. His pulse hammered in his throat, his skin prickling with heat.
“Fuck, yeah,” he rasped, the words thick with need.
Behind his eyelids, an image burned of Shaun pinned beneath him, writhing, begging, his lips swollen from kisses and his eyes dark with lust. His fingers flexed against Shaun’s arms, nails digging in just enough to leave marks.
His cock ached, leaking against his stomach as a shudder wracked his body.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered again, voice ragged. “That.”
“Yeah, that’s what I need.” Shaun’s voice was breathless as he reached up and wrapped an arm around Zenko’s neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched.
Zenko could feel the little huffs of air escaping his parted lips with every exhale, warm against his skin.
The intimacy of it, and the way Shaun clung to him, the way his body arched into him, made his chest tighten.
“Will you fuck me until I forget everything but you, Zen?”
The question punched through him like a fist to the chest, and his breath caught in his throat, the air turning thick and heavy between them.
He wanted to devour him whole, to lick and bite, and claim until every inch of Shaun’s skin carried the memory of his mouth, until every shuddering breath carried his name.
His grip tightened possessively, fingers pressing deep enough into Shaun’s hips to leave bruises by morning.
“Yeah,” he growled. “Until you can’t remember your own fucking name.”
He slammed his lips down on Shaun’s, swallowing his gasp. The kiss was messy and desperate, with teeth clacking and tongues tangling in a rhythm as uneven as his heartbeat. Every drag of their lips together sent sparks dancing under his skin.
Fuck, this better not be some convenience thing for him.
Possessiveness rose inside him. Because once he had Shaun, was buried deep and had him—really had him—wrecked beneath him? He would never let him leave.
Zenko’s arms slid around Shaun’s waist, fingers gripping just above the curve of his ass, pulling their bodies flush.
There wasn’t an inch between them, just heat and the relentless press of Shaun’s cock against his thigh.
The kiss didn’t let up. Their tongues clashed, Shaun’s breath hitching between every slick slide of lips.
Zenko could feel the vibrations of his own groan reverberating through Shaun’s chest.
Finally, the need for air forced him back, his forehead dropping against Shaun’s as he struggled to steady his breathing. His lungs screamed, but his pulse screamed louder, pounding in his ears like war drums.
Before he could even catch his breath, Shaun was on him, his lips dragging over the hammering pulse at Zenko’s throat, sucking slow and deliberate, the pressure just shy of painful.
A shudder tore through him, his fingers digging hard enough into Shaun’s skin that he knew tomorrow there would be crescent-shaped marks in their wake.
“Fuck…” he rasped.
“Right here?”
The words rumbled through Shaun’s chest where Zenko’s palm pressed, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling low in his gut. He couldn’t help the sharp snort of laughter that escaped him.
“Against the wall? Ten years ago—shit—maybe even five, I would’ve had you spread for me already.” The thought alone was enough to make his cock throb. “But right now? We’ve got a perfectly good bed, and…”
All night.
He backed Shaun up, step by step, their bodies fused together, the friction of every movement sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.
Shaun growled when Zenko purposely pressed his cock into the cleft of his ass, refusing to let him get even an inch of space between them.
It might have only been a few steps to the bed, but fuck, it felt like miles.
Every second not buried inside him was torture.
Shaun arched his back sharply, pressing the full length of his torso flush against Zenko’s chest as they stumbled toward the bed.
Every sensation was magnified and overwhelming.
Zenko swallowed the groan in his own throat as Shaun jerked against him at the first swipe of his tongue along the sensitive hollow beneath his ear, salt and warmth flooding his mouth.
His fingers didn’t still, mapping Shaun’s body because he needed to memorize every inch—cupping the weight of his cock, rolling his balls in his palm, relishing the way Shaun’s breath fractured into uneven gasps.
Then he scraped his teeth, giving him just a hint of pressure, just enough to tease, over the curve of Shaun’s shoulder, and the man beneath him shuddered violently before he exhaled in a rush, his whole body tensing like a live wire.
“Zenko.”
Shaun’s knees hit the edge of the mattress, and Zenko didn’t hesitate, using his weight to guide him down, pressing him into the sheets.
The growl that rumbled from his chest seemed to vibrate straight through Shaun, drawing a choked sound from him, fingers twisting in the blankets.
Shaun’s breathing hitched, his ribs expanding under Zenko’s palms, when Zenko fished a bottle of lube out of the drawer and dropped it on the bed next to them.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Watching Shaun come undone under his touch—the way his hips stuttered as he reached to grip himself, the way his muscles tensed and flexed—sent a hard surge of want straight to Zenko’s cock. Heat pooled low in his gut, relentless.
“Fuck.”
He couldn’t stop himself. He sealed his mouth to Shaun’s neck, laving his tongue over heated skin, biting just hard enough to make him jolt. Shaun’s pulse hammered beneath his lips. The friction of their bodies was both electric and maddening.
Shaun rocked back against him with a ragged, needy noise. “Mmmh.”
Zenko exhaled against his skin. “Fuck, you taste good.” He sucked another mark into the slope of Shaun’s shoulder, relishing the way his breath stuttered and the way his fingers clenched in the sheets.
He knew the bruise would bloom by morning, dark and undeniable.
Shaun’s voice frayed at the edges. “Jesus, Zenko, hurry the fuck up. I swear to Christ if you don’t, I am going to be the one doing the fucking—because I don’t want or need goddamn seduction.”
The sharp demand, the barely leashed impatience, sent another wave of heat crashing through Zenko. There was no hesitation in Shaun’s voice, just pure, unfiltered need.
“You’ve got the most gorgeous fucking ass,” Zenko growled, his voice thick with hunger as he leaned over Shaun’s back, pressing his own bare skin against the heat of his partner’s body. The scent of sweat and the faint musk of arousal filled the air.
Shaun’s knees parted with barely any resistance as Zenko’s thighs nudged them wider—every inch of contact sending sparks across Zenko’s nerves, and the slick, hot slide of skin against skin made his breath stutter in his chest. His fingers curled possessively around the sharp angles of Shaun’s hips, holding him in place, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.
Shaun was spread out beneath him, open and vulnerable, and the sight of it—his strong shoulders tensed, the dip of his spine leading down to where Zenko intended to take him—set fire to something so deep inside him, he had no clue how to put a name to it.
Christ, he should be moving faster, should be inside him already, but there was something about how Shaun was surrendering beneath him, breathing rough, and his hands gripping the sheets, that made him want to linger, even if every cell in his body screamed for more.
Shaun let out a rough sound as he braced his forearms beneath him, muscles flexing as he started to push up. “I don’t think I’ve let anyone do this to me in?—”
“Hey.” Zenko’s hand came down between his shoulder blades, avoiding his injuries but pressing him back into the mattress with undeniable intent. His words were a low command, rough and edged with possessiveness. “Head down. Ass up.”