Chapter 8 #3
“Fucking demanding little shit, aren’t you?” he gasped. His fingers bit into Shaun’s hips hard enough he’d leave bruises tomorrow, the dark purple imprint of his grip stark against pale skin. The thought sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to his already oversensitive cock.
Shaun’s retort was half-growl, half-pant, his voice wrecked. “Don’t fucking care right now—just—more?—”
Zenko could feel the strain in his thighs as he adjusted his stance, planting his feet wider to drive in impossibly deeper. The next thrust had Shaun jerking violently beneath him with a punched-out gasp that sounded almost pained.
“Like that?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
Zenko’s rhythm faltered—he couldn’t help it, not when Shaun’s body clenched around him like a vice, fluttering in erratic pulses that dragged him inexorably toward the edge.
The air between them crackled with tension, every nerve ending alight.
Shaun’s choked-off moans were loud enough to rattle the walls, and Zenko had to bite back a groan of his own, dropping his forehead between Shaun’s shoulder blades as he gritted out, “Shhh, you’ll wake the whole fucking compound. ”
But Shaun wasn’t listening. “Yeah, there?—”
The words tore from Shaun’s throat as Zenko’s hips shook because Shaun’s body milked him perfectly, dragging him deeper with every desperate thrust.
“Right. Fucking. There.”
Shaun buried his face in the mattress, his teeth sinking into the sweat-damp sheets to muffle his cries, but the vibration of his moan still traveled up Zenko’s cock, white-hot and devastating, sparking through his nerves like lightning.
The wet heat, the unbearable friction, the way Shaun’s body yielded to him so completely—it was too much.
Zenko’s fingers dug into his hips hard enough to draw a hiss, but Shaun only pushed back harder, his own hands twisting in the ruined sheets.
“Fuck,” Zenko moaned. His fingers pressed into the dip of Shaun’s waist as he forced himself not to lose control—yet. Every muscle in his body screamed with the effort of holding back, his thighs shaking with the strain.
“Clench again, Shaun, squeeze my dick with your ass.” The order came out filthy and rough with need. “Come now.”
Shaun’s body obeyed instantly, and his back bowed, a full-body shiver wracking through him as his muscles locked tight around Zenko, pulling him impossibly deeper.
The spasms were relentless, each one rolling through Shaun like a wave, his muffled shout vibrating through the sheets as he shook apart beneath him.
Zenko felt it like a live wire under his skin, every pulse of Shaun’s climax dragging him closer to his own undoing.
His hips snapped forward once, twice, and his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached, then he froze as every muscle seized when pleasure ripped through him in a blinding rush, drowning out everything but the slick, pulsing heat between them.
The room faded into static, his vision narrowing to pinpricks of light as his orgasm tore through him mercilessly.
Trying to be careful of Shaun’s healing skin when he collapsed against his back took a hell of a lot of effort when his breath was sawing in and out of his chest in ragged gulps.
The scent of salt and musk clung to Shaun’s skin, sharp and heady where Zenko’s forehead pressed between the sharp wings of his shoulder blades.
He could feel Shaun’s heartbeat thundering against his own chest, their sweat-slick skin sticking where they pressed together.
The room stank of sex, the thick scent of it clinging to every surface, his own skin tacky with the evidence of their mess.
“Shit.” He exhaled the word into Shaun’s spine, his lips brushing the overheated skin. Every nerve in his body still buzzed with oversensitivity, the aftershocks of pleasure making his muscles twitch involuntarily. “I can feel the heat of you even through the rubber.”
Shaun had gone entirely boneless beneath him, every muscle lax like he’d been unraveled, utterly spent.
A broken “fuck” slipped out of him as Zenko sagged forward, catching most of his weight on shaky forearms before he crushed Shaun into the mattress entirely.
The sheets under them were soaked through, the air thick with the humid aftermath of their need.
Zenko huffed a weak laugh against the damp nape of Shaun’s neck, lips quirking against his sticky skin as he dragged his tongue over the spot just to feel Shaun twitch in exhausted response.
His voice was wrecked beyond recognition, barely a rasp as he murmured, “Yeah.” His own eyelids felt leaden, and his body heavy with languid satisfaction. “That’s... what we just did.”
Shaun shuddered weakly beneath him, his breath still coming in uneven pants.
Zenko could feel the tremors still rippling through him in tiny aftershocks, the slow, deep pulse of his heartbeat beneath his palm where it rested against Shaun’s ribs.
The silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant hum of the compound settling for the night—but right now, in this moment, it might as well have been just the two of them, tangled together in the wreckage of their own making.