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Coolranch: Gawk Gawk | NSFW

Short hello

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Sylus/Zayne ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Top Sylus, Bottom Zayne, Blow Jobs, Coming in Mouth, Spit ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Coolranch

Zayne was never a fan of motorcycles, especially not when Sylus was the one driving. The man would go fast, take sharp turns, and do everything under the sun to give the doctor a heart attack. They always made it back safely though, even if Zayne had a death grip around his waist and got off the bike with shaky legs.

"Alright, kitten, here's your stop." Sylus said as he stopped the bike, "I'll see you around,"

"You're not coming inside?" Zayne asked after getting off the bike. Sylus had already taken off his helmet to properly look at the man.

"Is that an invitation?" Sylus asked, tilting his head. Zayne blushed as he looked to the side. His normal pristine hair was now completely disheveled and he looked messier than usual, something Sylus was enjoying.

"I'm just saying, you came all the way here." Zayne said and Sylus hummed. He then turned the bike off and got off.

"Well then, I won't turn down an invitation from the most wanted bachelor at Akso Hospital." Sylus' hand was on the small of Zayne's back. Zayne was planning on saying something, but opted not to. Instead he walked along side him to the front door and typed in the passkey. As soon as they were inside and alone, Zayne was grabbing Sylus' hand.

Sylus let out an amused noise from the back of his throat, allowing Zayne to drag him along. He wasn't too surprised when Zayne was setting him down on the couch and crouching between his legs.

"Oh, was this your plan all along. You know, kitten, you can just say what's on your mind." Sylus said, cupping Zayne's cheek. His other hand was already working off his belt and unzipping his pants. Zayne had a cute blush covering his cheeks as he looked away, "Ah, ah, ah, look at my, doctor. This was your idea, after all."

Sylus already had his cock out and gently tapped it on Zayne's cheek, pre cum smearing on him, "I simply wanted to return the favor from the other day." he tried insisting.

Sylus could recall the incident clearly. The poor man's car had broken down and he gave him a ride, then fingered him in the alley. It was the entire reason Sylus was driving him around today, since his car would need a few more days. "If I remember correctly, you had repaid me in full once we got home."

"That doesn't count," Zayne insisted. Laying on his back at Sylus fucked him certainly was more mutually beneficial. Not to mention he didn't have to do much except enjoy the way Sylus played with his body.

"Well if you say so." Sylus watched as Zayne's hand replaced his own, stroking his cock and almost drooling.

Zayne's warm breath hit it as he took the tip of it into his mouth, sucking at the head of his cock. Sylus let out a groan as he threaded his hand into the doctor's already messy hair. Zayne slowly took more of his length into his mouth, groaning when he could feel it at the back of his throat.

What didn't fit was being stroked by his hand as he slowly began bobbing his head. He was salivating over the thought of having it in his mouth, and now that he was here he could feel some of the drool slipping down his chin as he began working in earnest.

He could taste the saltiness of Sylus' precum on the back of his tongue, which only spurred him on. He gagged slightly around the length and Sylus let out a 'tsk' noise. "Kitten, don't hurt yourself. I like the sound of your voice too much to let you lose it trying to suck me down."

Zayne groaned at the statement, his eyes flickering up to meet Sylus'. They were already lidded and there was a faint blush on Sylus' cheek as he savorede the feeling of Zayne's warm mouth engulfing him. He let out another groan, forcing himself not to just roll his hips up and fuck the man's throat.

Zayne went back to closing his eyes, his sole focus was getting Sylus off at the moment as his tongue began playing with the vein on the underside of his cock. It felt so damn heavy on his tongue that it was driving him wild.

Zayne could feel himself getting hard just by doing this, and he pressed his free hand to the front of his pants to palm himself over his pants. He let out a wanton moan at the contact, his movements getting sloppier with his blow job.

Not that Sylus minded. He was already so close, and seeing how Zayne was affected by the situation was making his cock twitch. He just wanted to pin the man down and fuck him senseless…which honestly he'd probably be doing after this.

"I'm close, kitten," Sylus groaned out, his grip on the back of Zayne's head getting a bit tighter as he closed his eyes and panted. Zayne worked harder, coming up to the tip and licking at the slit before diving back down onto him.

Sylus let out a groan, cupping the back of Zayne's head as he came, his release bursting onto Zayne's tongue and the roof of his mouth. There was so much of it that Zayne's eyes almost rolled back, and he swore he almost came from the bitter taste of it all. He let Sylus roll his hips into him for a moment, riding out the waves before Sylus was taking his dick out of Zayne's mouth.

He could see some of Zayne's hair was sticking to his face already, sweating from just how hot he was feeling right now. Sylus chuckled as he brushed the strands out of Zayne's face and tilted his head.

"Show me, kitten." His voice broke through the silence of the room. He let out a groan of approval when Zayne opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, the cum coating it. Some of it was on his lips and it dripped down past his chin and onto his pants from how much saliva had pooled there. Zayne's eyes were lidded and he was almost shaking as he looked up at Sylus.

"Good boy…now how about I give you a reward?" Sylus said and Zayne closed his mouth and swallowed the load in there, already anticipating what Sylus might have in store for him.

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Angelfish: Poolside Heat | NSFW

I got inspired by this post on X by Cal.calico and I ain't ever looking back. Took me like 38 minutes for the rough draft, and then twice that time for editing. If y'all see any typos, no you don't (unless they're hilarious)

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Xavier/Rafayel ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Gay af as per usual ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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“Rafayel.” Xavier’s voice came out a bit huskier than usual as he looked at the Lemurian. Rafayel’s gaze turned to Xavier, curious as to what he needed and why he sounded like that. They had been relaxing by the pool for a good chunk of the day, and after napping, Xavier had woken up, and his eyes hadn’t left Rafayel ever since. Xavier looked, for the most part, completely relaxed as he lounged on the pool chair, but there was something in his eyes that Rafayel was able to clock immediately.

Rafayel hummed as he swam up to the edge of the pool, hauling himself out as he looked at Xavier, rivulets of water dripping off his body. “Something you need, angel?” Rafayel asked as he approached him. Rafayel had grabbed hold of one of the towels he kept close by, using it to soak up some of the water in his hair. He sauntered over to where Xavier was sitting, noticing how the man’s arms were open, and he had tapped his thigh for Rafayel to sit on. He wasn’t about to turn down a tempting offer like this, not by a long shot.

With ease, Rafayel found himself perched on Xavier’s lap; the only thing separating them were their swimsuits as the water on Rafayel began wetting Xavier’s. While Xavier had opted for something more normal, like swim trunks, Rafayel had gone with the other option of a speedo. The fabric left little to the imagination, and it had been driving Xavier insane ever since he first saw it this morning. Rafayel just looked so pretty, and when he was in his natural element, swimming in the water, it made Xavier’s mind drift and wander. He had been fighting the urge to just reach out and grab him all afternoon, and he was finally at the point where he couldn’t take it anymore.

Xavier’s hands went to cup underneath Rafayel’s ass, pulling him closer against his crotch as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to his chest. His hands were kneading the plushness under his hands, enjoying the coolness of the artist's skin against the warm sun. Rafayel hummed, his hand going into Xavier’s dry hair, messing up the silvery locks there, “You know, talking isn’t overrated.” Rafayel commented, “If you need something, you can just say it.” Although Rafayel couldn’t say, he wasn’t enjoying this needier side of Xavier.

His next words were cut off with a groan, feeling how Xavier bit down right on his chest. His hips rolled down onto Xavier’s, feeling how hard he was between the thinner material of their swim clothes, “You,” Xavier finally said, bucking his hips up, “I want you.” His voice was raspy as he began sucking over his bite mark, leaving a dark hickey in its place.

Rafayel smirked, a small blush going across his cheeks and ears, “Was that so ha-ah!” Rafayel’s words were yet again cut off by a moan as Xavier took one of his hands to cup Rafayel’s erection. His dick was already straining in his speedo, the outline clear as day to Xavier. Rafayel rolled his hips up into Xavier’s hand, wanting more friction. Xavier could see a small shimmer right where the head of Rafayel’s cock was, the pre cum now bleeding through the material. His dick twitched once he noticed Xavier’s gaze on it and how his thumb swiped over the sticky substance.

“Take them off,” Xavier said, going to snap at the fabric on his waist, watching how it hugged his hips so perfectly he was almost wanting to drool. If Rafayel didn’t take it off in the next few moments, he’d be tearing them off. Rafayel could tell how his patients was wearing thin and chuckled. This needier side of Xavier was certainly a treat, especially after he had been playing it off as cool for the entire afternoon. It was now making more and more sense why Xavier hadn’t been getting into the water with him earlier; he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off him.

“Someone’s being demanding today,” Rafayel was now teasing as he got off Xavier’s lap. He began pulling down his swim clothes, letting his now hardened cock free from the confines of it. It stood hard against his stomach, a small pearl of pre on the tip. Rafayel went to give it a small stroke, wanting to further tease Xavier with the display. It got the reaction he was hoping for as a groan came from Xavier’s chest, his eyes now locked onto his cock. It got Xavier moving as well, getting onto his knees as he hiked his own off his hips and tossed them to the ground. He didn’t care where it ended up; right now, the only thing on his mind was feeling Rafayel’s body against his own.

Rafayel gasped when Xavier pulled him closer with a hand on his lower back, dragging him in for a heated kiss that had him groaning. Rafayel panted into his mouth, feeling how his tongue went over his own, how he was already getting breathless. Just his kiss showed how needy he was, his tongue now grazing the roof of his mouth, and Rafayel bucked his hips into nothing, his body now reacting on his own. He then let out a whine as Xavier went and cupped both their cocks and pressed them together.

“A-ah, angel,” Rafayel managed to murmur, rolling his hips into Xavier’s hands. Xavier’s dick felt like it was burning against his cooler skin, and the way he wasn’t wasting any time in pumping their cocks in unison had him tipping his head forward, almost brushing against Xavier’s forehead. His hand felt so good, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and rubbing his thumb against the slit of Rafayel’s dick just the way he liked it. Rafayel was groaning into Xavier’s mouth now, wanting more, needing more. Just his hand was great, but it wasn’t enough right now, not even with another cock pressed against it. He could feel the veins on Xavier’s velvety dick, and the thought of that being inside of him made Rafayel whimper, more pre cum pearling at the head.

His arm came up to hook around Xavier’s broad back, closing his eyes and giving in to the sensation. His nails were gently raking down his shoulder blade, trying to find anything to help ground him through the pleasure his boyfriend was giving him. The feel of Xavier, the wet sound of their cocks together, all of it had him twitching, “X-Xavier, please,” Rafayel managed to pant out, “Need more,” he bucked his hips into Xavier’s waiting hand. He was at the point where he’d be willing to bed if it meant Xavier would go faster; the leisure pace he had set up was almost torturous as it was slowly building up that tight heat in his stomach.

Xavier groaned, leaning forward and taking one of Rafayel’s nipples into his mouth. It had the Lemurian tossing his head back in a loud groan, rolling his hips further into Xavier as if begging. The harsh bite that Xavier left caused Rafayel to whine, pressing himself closer as Xavier began marking him up. Rafayel’s hips were now thrusting up into Xavier’s fist, and a small ‘faster’ continued falling from his mouth as he urged his boyfriend to properly jerk them off. He knew the pace probably wasn’t nearly enough for Xavier either, but he could feel how his dick twitched against his own, the head glistening like his with pre cum that was helping slick up his hand.

The blonde’s mouth went over his chest, then his shoulder, intent on leaving marks whenever he could. When he sucked on his neck, Rafayel swore he was five seconds from coming, but suddenly Xavier was taking his hand away from their dicks. Rafayel’s eyes opened in shock, looking at Xavier with wide, almost frantic eyes. He had been right there, so to have him stop was like he was teasing him.

“W-why did you…?” He managed to pant out, not understanding why he would stop right as he was about to cum. From the look of how red Xavier’s cock was, he had been close too, the pre cum practically dripping off the tip. Xavier’s dick twitched at how Rafayel’s voice came out, already sounding a little wrecked and filled with a desperate kind of want. Xavier gave a small, amused huff as he looked at how Rafayel’s chest was now heaving; the pretty marks he had left on him were dark against the pale skin there.

“Lay back on the chair,” Xavier said, pressing another kiss to Rafayel’s neck. It wasn’t often he got to see this more dominant side of Xavier, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it. His brattier side wanted to decline, but right now, the other part of him wanted to see what Xavier was planning on doing. He was thinking with his other head at the moment, wanting nothing more than for Xavier to finish what he started. Rafayel went to lean back onto the chair, propped up by the slight incline. He watched as Xavier got adjusted between his legs, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. A shiver wracked up Rafayel’s spine as he spread his legs wider to give Xavier a little bit more room, his eyes now locked onto his mouth as he wanted nothing more than to fuck into it.

Then he felt how Xavier’s mouth wrapped around the head; Rafayel quickly covered his mouth, biting down on his own hand as Xavier began sucking him down as if he needed it to breathe. The enthusiasm wasn’t something he was expecting, and after going from the slow pace he had been jerking them off with, this was almost too much. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at Xavier’s pretty blue eyes, their gaze never wavering from Rafayel’s face as if he wanted to drink in every reaction he had. Rafayel took his free hand to run through Xavier’s silver locks again and rolled his hips up while holding the back of his head in place.

He heard the subtle gag from Xavier as he worked on relaxing his throat to take more of Rafayel down. Xavier always knew Rafayel was more length than girth, which, on the one hand, made it easier for his jaw not to want to lock up. The downside was he could never fit his entire length down his throat, no matter how hard he tried. He had even practiced in the past, but getting past the six-inch mark, his eyes were tearing up, and his gag reflex was activating until he had to cough and get off. He had learned from his past mistakes; it’s why right now he only had Rafayel halfway down his throat; his other hand was going to cup his balls and play with them gently, then slowly slide down between his legs until he was pressing a finger into Rafayel.

The artist keened at that, rocking his hips further into Xavier’s hot mouth, savoring the sensation of how his tongue laved at the length around it, licking at the tip whenever he came back up to it, “X-Xavier, I’m so close, please don’t,” Rafayel was saying, his eyes closed as he focused on getting to come this time around. Xavier slipped a second finger into his entrance, making Rafayel’s mouth hang open as he began scissoring him open. Without any lubrication, it felt odd, but even then, he could feel how Xavier’s fingers grazed against his prostate. Xavier knew exactly where to curl his fingers to have Rafayel seeing stars; the sheer amount of times he had found Xavier just fingering his ass was astronomical; it was like the man lived for it. In Xavier’s defense, however, he couldn’t help that Rafayel always made the cutest noises when he had a prostate orgasm.

Rafayel’s cock twitched in Xavier’s mouth, a clear sign he was about to cum, when suddenly he was left high and dry again. Rafayel was now glaring at Xavier, the man wearing a mischievous smirk, as he used his thumb to wipe away some of the saliva that had dripped down his chin. His lips were swollen as his tongue went out to lick at the rest of the pre cum that must’ve gotten onto it. His smile was anything but innocent as he raised a brow in challenge, waiting to see what Rafayel was going to do.

“Are you just planning on edging me for the rest of the afternoon?” Rafayel asked, his voice coming out whinier than he intended, but he didn’t care. He was being teased right now, and the only thing on his mind was getting to cum. He didn’t have the energy to punish Xavier; his brain was already a bit fried. All he wanted to do was grab Xavier’s cheeks and bring him back down to his cock so he could cum down that pretty throat of his, but he was already leaning back as if anticipating Rafayel’s next move.

“I just wanted to make sure you were prepared…” Xavier murmured, sitting up and climbing between Rafayel’s legs. He hiked the artist’s thighs up and around his waist, and Rafayel’s eyes widened, “I wasn’t trying to tease you.” It was the biggest lie Xavier had told him that afternoon, and he knew how ridiculous it sounded with how he was trying to hold back a smile at the moment. Still, it took Rafayel only a second to find out exactly what Xavier had planned. Xavier’s hand left his ass to stroke his own cock now, and Rafayel had to act fast before he lost the ability to walk.

“H-hey, you’re not fucking me dry,” he huffed. Fingering him like that had been fine, but actually fucking like that…absolutely not. He could see a small pout on Xavier’s lips, clearly not happy that his fun was going to be cut short. Rafayel thought perhaps Xavier would give up the notion of it, but the next thing he knew, he was being hoisted up into Xavier’s arms, “W-wait, what are you?” Rafayel began complaining, his hand coming to hit Xavier’s chest. His legs were locked around Xavier, though, his arms coming up to his shoulders to help steady himself in his grasp. He even let out a gasp, feeling his cock pressing against Xavier’s abs in their new position.

“We have lube by the couch inside,” Xavier commented, “So that’s where we’ll go,” it was stated as if it was the normal course of action. To build him up at the pool, not let him cum twice, and then relocate him like it was nothing. Even though Rafayel was still dripping wet, Xavier didn’t seem to mind as he carried him into the art studio, easily navigating through the mess until he dropped Rafayel unceremoniously onto the couch.

Rafayel’s legs shot up for a second as he fell, the soft cushions meeting his ass as he now lay on the couch. “H-hey, be gentle with me!” he huffed out, not liking how he was just tossed like a fish at the market. Everything was moving far too fast as he watched Xavier grabbing the lube off the end table and popping it open, “Geez, I know I said we needed lube, but I didn’t expect you to…” Rafayel managed to mutter. He was watching how Xavier seemed to be so calm as he began the prep work; his actions practiced with how often they partook in these activities. Rafayel absolutely hated how hot it made him look as well, the small smile on his lips as he was practically humming.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, though,” Xavier said as he began to slick up his own cock. He let out a small groan when his fist came up right to the tip of his dick, squeezing it for a moment as though the motion was enough to have him almost coming. He got back into the position he had been in earlier, with Rafayel’s legs wrapped around his waist. It gave him just enough room to press his fingers back into Rafayel’s ass to get some of the slick lube inside of him. Rafayel shivered. While the lube wasn’t completely cold, it was still chilly enough to make it feel uncomfortable. Still, the words he spoke did echo in Rafayel’s mind for a moment. Xavier hadn’t shown any signs of his attire affecting him; in fact, he had given him a single compliment earlier when he first showed it off and said nothing since then.

Rafayel looked at him in confusion, “You’ve been thinking about this all day?” Rafayel muttered. Honestly, it was more amazing that Xavier had been holding back since that evening when he first saw Rafayel in the skimpy swim clothes. He didn’t think of himself as a hyper-sexual person, but seeing his partner looking like that has stirred something inside of him. He had been hard for most of the afternoon, and even trying to take a nap did nothing to quell his arousal. He hadn’t wanted to objective Rafayel, but his thoughts had finally gotten the best of him when he had heard Rafayel moaning earlier as he stretched in the water.

Xavier lined up his cock to Rafayel’s entrance, pressing just the tip inside. Rafayel let out a whine, his thighs clamping down harder around Xavier’s waist as he slowly slid his dick into him. He could feel every inch, especially when it grazed against his prostate, the little bundle of nerves practically singing at the sensations. Xavier was already panting, the warmth of Rafayel and the tight squeeze was just what he had been wanting, and he was thanking himself for not letting them both cum earlier with just his hands if it meant he’d be missing out on this.

Xavier was slow as he bottomed out, taking a moment to catch his breath and press some kisses to Rafayel’s cheeks and forehead. His hands now grasping at his waist and rubbing soothingly against them. Rafayel was panting, closing his eyes as he tried not to cum right then and there, but after being edged earlier, he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold on. Xavier was right there with him, his cock being so sensitive and responsive, that warmth coiling in him that was wanting to snap at any moment. It’s why he had been so slow, not wanting to cum the moment he put it inside.

Xavier took his cock out until only the tip remained and slammed back into Rafayel’s tight heat. Rafayel gasped as his arms went above his head, clutching down on one of the throw pillows closest to his head. Xavier let out a low groan, some sweat beading on his forehead, and he knew this was going to have to be fast; he’d need to get Rafayel to cum as quickly as possible since he wouldn’t be able to last for very long. Xavier began to piston his cock inside of Rafayel, the angle he worked on with his hips pressed the tip directly into Rafayel’s prostate every time he went back in, and Rafayel swore he was seeing the entire galaxy now.

Every thrust had Rafayel’s cock jolting against his stomach, the slick trail of pre cum dripping over his abs. Every part of him felt like it was alive, his nerve ending singing with every snap of Xavier’s hips; the slap of his balls right underneath his ass that echoed in the studio was the only noise he could focus on, other than his moans. He let out a whine, gasping as he looked at Xavier, “So so close, don’t you d-dare stop this time,” his voice was higher in pitch, and he let out a cry when Xavier grabbed onto his cock and began jerking it at the same pace he was fucking Rafayel in.

That was all it took as Rafayel felt his balls tightening, the impending orgasm finally there. His cum coated his stomach and Xavier’s hands as Xavier fucked him through it, his thumb swiping some of Rafayel’s release at it came out. Rafayel was panting, his eyes screwed shut, and eyebrows pinched as he worked himself through the feeling. The intensity took him by surprise, his vision blacking out for a moment as he pressed his head back into the throw pillow, his nails almost ripping open the fabric from how tightly he clung to it.  The edging had made it so much better, but like hell, Rafayel would admit it to Xavier later if he even dared to ask.

Xavier wasn’t far behind, his hips snapping harshly against Rafayel’s ass as he groaned, leaning forward as he painted his insides in his own release with shallower thrusts. Rafayel was now whining, feeling how Xavier was rutting against him as he worked himself through his own orgasm. His body was already sensitive, and Xavier was still working on his own cock, which wasn’t helping. Rafayel was trying to flinch away at first, needing some respite from the stimulation, or else he’d cry. He could already feel the tears forming on the outer edges of his eyes as he let out a pitiful whine.

Rafayel weakly took his hand and wrapped it around Xavier’s wrist with a small squeeze, making the man above him finally come back to his senses. He let go of Rafayel’s cock and stilled inside of him. Xavier was now panting as he pressed his forehead against Rafayel’s chest, working on catching his breath. He could feel how fast Rafayel’s heart was pounding in his chest, and the artist raised his hand to begin petting Xavier’s head as they both came down. Both men were basking in the moment as they relaxed into one another’s arms, fully content now as Xavier was nuzzling against Rafayel.

It took a while, but after a few minutes, Xavier was pulling out of Rafayel. His gaze fixed on his ass as he watched his cum dribble out of it, staining the fabric of the couch underneath it. Rafayel whined, “D-don’t stare like that,” he grumbled out, making Xavier’s eyes glance up at him. Rafayel’s lips were jutted out in a small pout as he tried looking away; he felt like he was about to explode at any moment with how intense Xavier’s gaze had been.

“You do it to me all the time.” Xavier pointed out, backing away from Rafayel so the man could sit back up. His legs were aching a bit from his position as he let out a small, annoyed huff. His hand went between his legs, working on blocking Xavier’s view. As much as Xavier wanted to just grab his wrist and pin it above his head so he could look again, he decided against it. Best not to make Rafayel too pouty, or else he’d probably have to deal with it later. Not that Xavier would mind if he pissed the man off enough to turn into a pretzel, but he did need at least a few minutes to recover from all…that.

“That doesn’t mean you can do it to me.” He tried to argue despite knowing it was weak. He could still at least try to protest if it meant saving him from the embarrassment, especially with how he could feel how it was now pooling under his ass in a sticky mess. He already wanted to jump back into the pool outside, or maybe soaking in a warm bathtub would be preferable, especially since he knew he could convince Xavier to carry him and do all the prep work for that.

“No, it means exactly that.” Xavier was now smirking, noticing the cherry blush on Rafayel’s face and ears; it even went down to his well-marked chest, “If you can stare at me, then I can stare at you. Fair is fair,” the argument was a sound one, and honestly Xavier was just enjoying watching Rafayel struggle to protest this.

“No, it…can we just get cleaned up?” Rafayel huffed, knowing this wasn’t an argument he’d be winning, not with how stubborn both he and Xavier could be in these situations. Changing the topic was the only way he could get out of this without admitting he was completely wrong. Xavier seemed to notice this as he let out a small chuckle that was far too melodic for the current context.

“Alright, you just wait here, then.” Xavier was now getting up and off the couch, stretching his back out as it let a satisfying ‘pop’ echo through the room. Rafayel took a moment to admire the curves of his shoulders, back, and ass. He could feel his dick twitching again as he began really looking at the man’s body and cursed at himself for bouncing back too fast. Xavier curiously looked over and smirked when he saw the situation Rafayel was in.

“Is it that easy?” Xavier teased; his sweet and gentle voice made the statement seem like it was just a casual ask. Xavier was already making his way back to the couch, the material dipping under his weight as he began climbing on top of Rafayel.

“Shut up…get over here. You’re bottoming this time; I’m sore,” Rafayel said, pulling Xavier closer to him so he could crash his lips against his own. Xavier groaned as he crawled onto Rafayel’s lap this time, feeling his now hard dick pressing against the valley of his ass. His dick twitched with interest now that he was here, ready for round two, even if it meant he’d be the one taking dick this time around.

“Ya, ya, you say that now, but you want me to ride you, right?” Xavier said as he broke the kiss, his tongue licking at Rafayel’s lower lip. His blue eyes met the gradient of Rafayel’s, the small, defiant look in them lighting him up on the inside.

“Shut up.”

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Polarbear: I Saw That, I Want That

You know who you are. If you're reading this before writing the Sylus fic, I swear I won't write anymore Zayne content for the rest of the year. If you're not that one particular person...enjoy!

Also, just saying...check out this artwork by Kirakanjo on X.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Zayne/Greyson ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Office Sex, Desperate Greyson, Riding, Greyson takes dick and rides it ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Polarbear

The day had absolutely dragged on for Greyson. After what he saw earlier that morning, he couldn’t think about anything else. He had to make sure it didn’t affect his work, but it was hard since…well…he was hard. To make matters worse, it had been a busy shift; the constant running around didn’t help him in his plight since he didn’t even have a second to spare to take care of his issue.

He had thought about it over and over again, what words he would say, how he would backtrack if things didn’t go well. He was a colleague of Dr. Li and a friend of his as well. Sure, he knew Zayne was attractive as all hell; everyone at the hospital knew this. The nurses would often gossip about ‘Dr. Dreamy’ in the break rooms when they thought nobody was listening. He just never thought that Zayne was interested in men. If he did, his fantasies about the man probably would’ve never left his mind like they were right now.

Greyson paused at the office door of Zayne’s. It wasn’t often that they got off at the same time, but whenever they did, it was pretty common to get dinner together and go over things that had happened in the day. Sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes at a restaurant, and on a few rare occasions, Zayne would offer to cook something. Most likely, Zayne would assume it was the case today, asking if he was hungry and to grab a bite to eat after a long, ten-hour shift.

He knocked on the door, and in a matter of seconds, he heard Zayne’s tired voice telling him to come inside. Greyson slowly opened the door and looked around, noticing Zayne was behind his desk. His glasses had slid down the bridge of his nose, and he adjusted them as he went over some patient files.

“Welcome in, Dr. Greyson.” Zayne said, giving him a nod, “Dinner?” it was said so casually that it made Greyson’s heart speed up. Now he’d be thinking of those dinners like dates whenever they went out…well, if Zayne would even want to go anywhere with him after this.

Greyson locked the door subtly behind him and then made his way over to Zayne’s desk, “Ya, that sounds good…but there was another thing I wanted to discuss.” He began, his mouth feeling a bit dry. Was he really going to proposition his superior at work? Well, technically, Zayne was the one who let someone fuck him against the hospital window in broad daylight, where any coworker or patient could see if they looked up.

“Is it about the patient in room 109?” Zayne asked, “I’ve already double-checked their charts, and we can go ahead with the scheduled plan for her surgery on Monday.”

Greyson paused for a moment…well that was good information to have, but the last thing he wanted to think about right now was patients. “Actually, I…” he started, his heart now speeding in his chest, “I…” How do you say it without coming off as weird? “I saw you and that gentleman this morning from the window.”

He heard the clatter of a pen as Zayne dropped it, his eyes going wide as they shot over to look at Greyson to see if this was actually happening, “I didn’t mean to, but I was going for a walk before work, and I sat on a bench and happened to look up, and there you were, with that guy, and the window…did you clean that?” Greyson was now rambling off, trying to think of some way to salvage this awkward situation.

Zayne took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He settled on, and now Greyson was furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at Zayne. Really? Was he going to play the innocent card after having his back blown out this morning?

“Listen, I’m not going to bring it up with anyone, but I just…I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Greyson said, and now it was Zayne’s turn to be absolutely confused, “I mean, it’s been a really long and stressful day, and I didn’t know you were into men, but now that I do, I was wondering if…” He really didn’t know how to salvage this one. It was clear Zayne wasn’t all that interested in how he was looking at Greyson.

“You brought this up because you wanted to… relieve stress…with me?” Zayne finally asked, taking his words slow and deliberately to make sure he was reading the situation correctly. Greyson didn’t know if he should feel relieved at this or even more stressed over how he said it. It was almost like he was discussing a treatment plan, his tone far too clinical for the topic at hand.

“I mean, if it’s okay with you and your dom…” Greyson began but was quickly cut off by Zayne.

“He is not my…dom.” Zayne tried clearing the allegation quickly, but Greyson had a feeling it wasn’t the whole truth. That image of Zayne being fucked against a window was ingrained in his mind at this point, and he was damn certain he had seen a tie wrapped around his neck during the entire thing. There was absolutely no way their relationship was vanilla, not with how public they were.

“Still, would it be okay?” Greyson asked, trying to get the conversation to progress somehow. He was already dying of embarrassment; his cheeks were flaming right now, and he could feel a trickle of sweat going down his spine.

Zayne sighed as he took off his glasses, “We’re coworkers, Dr. Greyson; I don’t think it would be professional to have that sort of relationship between the two of us.” Zayne said, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested. Greyson was cute and smaller than himself, yet sometimes, when he heard Greyson’s deeper voice in intense moments, his brain went haywire. He had only thought about it a handful of times and silently cursed his boyfriend’s for making him think about sex far too often. He swore it had never even crossed his mind until he met those three.

Greyson took a moment to let the disappointment settle in and decided maybe to ease the tension, a joke would work, “I mean…this morning wasn’t exactly…professional either.” Greyson had seen his dick. The thought of it being in him was enough to make him drool. Sure, he would also like an opportunity to bend him over, but currently, he was thinking about being filled in every way possible with Zayne.

Zayne’s mouth felt dry as he went to speak, “I…” he started, then decided why not. He had a cute guy wanting to be with him, and it had been a long day. The thoughts of what Sylus had done to him had fueled his dirty thoughts while working, and he knew it would probably be at least a week before he’d see Sylus next, “Alright.”

“Alright?” Greyson echoed in surprise, his eyes widening at Zayne accepting the proposal. Sure, Greyson had been hoping he’d say yes, but when he heard those words, He felt his dick twitching already as he looked over Zayne, “I-okay!” he was now suddenly feeling like he was on cloud nine, “Can we call that guy you were with earlier to check and make sure it’s okay?”

Zayne was confused at this but then remembered Greyson was, at the end of the day, a good person. If he was worried about his partner being upset that he had slept with someone else, then he wouldn’t do it. Without even saying anything, Zayne took out his phone and called Sylus, the contact being one of the first to pop up on his phone with how he saved it. The phone rang in the office a few times until a click was heard.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, kitten; what do you need?” Sylus’ voice echoed in the room. Zayne’s eyes went wide for a moment before coughing into his fist, trying to hide the embarrassment. Greyson only shot him a knowing look as he leaned into the phone and looked at the name on the caller ID.

“Hello, Sylus, this is Dr. Greyson; I’m one of Dr. LI’s coworkers,” Greyson said, and he heard an amused huff on the other side of the phone, knowing that Greyson had definitely heard that.

“Yes, I recall, I’ve seen you a few times. A pleasure to meet you,” Sylus said on the other end, “Is Zayne in the room with you? Is everything alright?”

“I’m here, and I’m fine,” Zayne said, his tone a bit clipped as he looked away from the phone and Greyson. He was probably hoping to just let the sink swallow him whole to avoid the embarrassment of the situation.

“Good, then what can I do for you, Dr. Greyson?” Greyson shivered at Sylus’ tone. It was a lot deeper and more…seductive than he thought. He can see why Zayne allowed the man to rail him against his office window; if someone spoke to him in that voice, he would probably let them do whatever they wanted to him.

“I was actually curious about…your relationship with Zayne. Is it…exclusive?” Greyson asked, and now he heard Sylus’ genuine laugh.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about? You wanted to see if it was alright to sleep with him.” Sylus said the last part as a statement, and even with him out of the room, Greyson couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across his cheeks.

“I…yes,” Greyson said simply into the phone.

“It’s alright…perhaps on another day, we can all three have some fun together,” Sylus said, and now Greyson’s cheeks were completely red.

“That’s enough, Sylus. Thank you.” Zayne didn’t even wait for a reply, instead hitting the end call button. He looked over at Greyson, “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Greyson said as he made his way over to Zayne, going behind the desk. Zayne didn’t have a moment to question what Greyson was doing; he could only watch the man as he sunk down to his knees between his legs, parting Zayne’s thighs apart, “Is this okay?”

Zayne could only look down, a bit shocked at just how eager Greyson seemed to be. He could only nod, his hand going towards his mouth to cover it. He didn’t want to make a scene; he didn’t want anyone to hear the noises he’d probably be making soon enough. Seeing Greyson, someone who was normally so friendly and upbeat, almost innocent, on his knees and now palming his clothed erection…he didn’t know how to even process this one.

Greyson could see the conflict in Zayne’s face, but when Zayne nodded, it was the green light he had been waiting for. His hand was pressed against the front of Zayne’s work pants, getting a good feel as to what exactly was inside there. He knew Zayne was big; he had seen it in the window, and just by feeling him through his pants, he knew he was in for a treat. Greyson’s hands worked quickly, undoing Zayne’s belt and working the zipper off.

Zayne offered some assistance, lifting his hips enough for Greyson to pull them down to his ankles. Greyson could see his dick outlined perfectly in his gray briefs, and he could see the dark spot where the head was. He was only half hard but already so big that Greyson’s mouth was watering. He leaned forward, mouthing at Zayne through the briefs. Zayne’s breath caught in his throat at feeling the warm, wet sensation over him through the clothes as he fought back a groan.

It clearly wasn’t enough for Greyson as he began working him out of his briefs. The moment the cool air of his office hit his exposed dick, he shivered, then it was wrapped in the warmth of Greyson’s hand. It only took a few pumps, Greyson’s thumb now smearing some of the slick pre cum over the shaft, to have him fully hard. He was bigger than Greyson had ever expected as he leaned forward enough to put him into his mouth.

Greyson was wasting no time at the moment, he had been craving Zayne’s dick all day, and now that he had it, he didn’t feel like teasing. He wrapped his lips around the tip, his tongue laving over the slit at the top of his cock before he slid the length down into his throat. Greyson’s jaw was wide open in order to fit his girth inside of him, and he was only a bit disappointed when he could feel how it was already so close to hitting where his gag reflex was.

Zayne’s dick was only about halfway into his mouth when it got to the point where he couldn’t take more down, but Greyson was determined. What didn’t fit into his mouth was being worked on with his hand as he began bobbing his head. His saliva pooled in his mouth as he sucked Zayne down, groaning at the tangy bitterness of the pre that was dripping from the tip n thick globs. He tasted divine to Greyson, like an ambrosia that he had been dying to have for his entire life.

Zayne bit down on his knuckles, closing his eyes as his eyebrows pinched together. His breathing was coming out ragged already, and he was still shocked that this was happening. He was even more amazed at how well Greyson knew how to use his mouth. How many times had the man done this anyway? It felt amazing. While this wasn’t Zayne’s first rodeo, it was a different experience than normal. Greyson couldn’t fit a lot of him into his mouth, but the way his hand was working in time with the rest of him had him letting out small moans that filtered through the office, practically bouncing off the walls.

When Greyson popped off his cock, saliva connecting his lips to the head, he was disappointed. Greyson‘s breathing was also uneven, his dick now hard as well and straining in his slacks as he looked at Zayne. Greyson licked his lips, the pink tongue swiping over any remaining spit and pre cum from it, and he looked at Zayne with almost pleading eyes, “Can you use my mouth?” he finally asked.

Zayne groaned at the request, looking at Greyson with a small frown as he removed his hand from his mouth, “Are you certain?” Zayne said, cupping Greyson’s cheek and swiping his thumb over his lower lip. Greyson melted into the touch, leaning further into Zayne’s palm as he looked back up at him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” Greyson said, and Zayne nodded as he used his other hand to place on Greyson’s other cheek. Greyson opened his mouth, lolling out his tongue for Zayne, who groaned at the sight, watching as a bit of saliva dripped down onto Greyson’s pants. Greyson had already positioned his mouth to be right at the head of Zayne’s cock, so all Zayne had to do was shallowly thrust in.

Zayne sets a pace, being careful with Greyson as he slides his cock into his mouth, then back out. Greyson closed his mouth, wrapping his lips around the length, and began using his tongue every time Zayne slipped back into his mouth. Greyson’s eyes were now staring up at Zayne; they were almost doe-like, and it looked like he was begging him for something. His glasses had long since slipped down the bridge of his nose as Zayne continued rocking his hips into him, gradually picking up the pace as he did so.

Greyson let out a moan, loving the weight of Zayne’s dick on his tongue. He wanted more, though, and wanted him to be a bit rougher with him. Zayne didn’t pick up on that completely since it was their first time together, but as he got closer to the edge, he began rutting into Greyson’s mouth without thinking about it.

On one particularly hard thrust, Greyson gagged around his length. He let out a whine when Zayne took his cock out of his mouth, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Zayne said breathlessly, swallowing thickly as he looked at Greyson. He reminded him almost of a puppy at that moment, his lip jutting out slightly in a pout.

“It’s okay, please, do it again,” Greyson said, his hands now on Zayne’s thighs as he spread them further. He opened his mouth back up and looked expectantly at Zayne, who only nodded in response. He placed his cock back in there, holding Greyson’s face in a firm grasp as he began again. Zayne was still being mindful, not wanting to push Greyson too far until he knew the man better in these…situations.

Greyson didn’t complain, though, happy to have Zayne back to fucking into his mouth. He worked hard on trying to relax his throat, wanting to be able to fit more of the man down it. Zayne let out a gentle moan at seeing how pliant Greyson was being at the moment, his hips rolling into his mouth at a steady pace once again. Greyson was drooling around him, loving every second of this, but he still wanted to make Zayne come completely undone.

With this, though, Greyson slowly took one of his hands off of Zayne’s thighs and snuck them between his legs and under his balls. Zayne wasn’t angled right at the moment, and Greyson made a small noise around his girth to try to get him to lift his hips enough for him to finger him. Zayne could at least tell what he was wanting with this motion, and he complied quickly enough.

Greyson managed to slip two of his fingers into Zayne’s ass, groaning when he felt what he knew was Sylus’ cum still in there. Zayne let out a louder moan, this time when Greyson crooked his fingers just right, grazing his prostate. Zayne’s mouth now hung open as he began properly thrusting up into Greyson’s mouth, his grip on his cheeks a bit tighter as Greyson swallowed around his cock.

Suddenly Zayne was pulling himself out of Greyson’s mouth, his cock now twitching as he wrapped his hand around it. Greyson could tell he was about to cum, and quickly opened his mouth wide, his tongue sticking out as he waited. Zayne’s moan was everything Greyson could’ve ever dreamed of and more, the sound coming deep from his chest as he came. The thick ropes mainly landed in his mouth, but some of it got onto his cheeks and even on his glasses.

Zayne’s hand continued working on his length; his eyes now closed as he came, a full body shiver wracking down his spine as he worked through the aftershocks of the orgasm. He went and bit down on his lip, slowly opening his eyes to look at Greyson. The man’s chest was heaving now, his cheeks completely flushed and his eyes lidded. Greyson’s pupils were also blown wide, and the tightness in his pants was almost unbearable at this point.

Once Zayne caught his breath enough to speak, he cleared his throat, “My apologies, I got some on your glasses. Here, let me-“ Zayne’s words were cut off as Greyson took off his glasses. He watched as the man’s tongue yet again left his mouth, going to lick at the lens of his glasses. Zayne could see how it pressed up against the lens, the saliva leaving wet marks as Greyson lapped it up. It had been on Greyson’s mind all day; he had wanted to lick his window clean when he watched Zayne cum on it, but that moment had passed. At least, at the moment, he could do this much.

As soon as he was done, Zayne found himself bending down and working on hauling Greyson onto his lap. Greyson let out a startled noise as he did so, not realizing just how easily Zayne could move him. He knew the man worked out, and he had seen him shirtless many times when they had to get changed for surgery, but seeing those muscles in action had his cock leaking into his underwear.

The moment Greyson was in Zayne’s lap, he felt something wiping off the cum on his cheek. He watched Zayne, who had managed to quickly grab a tissue, carefully clean him up. He even went so far as grabbing a cloth to wipe off Greyson’s glasses and gingerly placed them back onto his face. Greyson’s entire face felt hot, now realizing just how caring Zayne could be. He knew Zayne was a good person and was always gentle with patients, but he didn’t know the extent until this point.

“There, better,” Zayne murmured, his hand once again cupping Greyson’s cheek. Greyson found himself surging forward, capturing Zayne’s mouth with his own in a heated kiss. It was sloppy and desperate, especially on Greyson’s end, but both men moaned with the sensation. Greyson was practically lapping at the roof of Zayne’s mouth as if trying to memorize it while he placed a hand into Zayne’s hair. He was making the raven locks disheveled with his he held onto them, keeping Zayne as close to him as possible as he rolled his hips against Zayne’s cock that was slowly starting to get hard again.

Zayne’s hands were now on Greyson’s pants, his fingers going to the front to work the button and zipper off it. Greyson lifted his hips as much as he could while still kissing Zayne, adjusting his legs awkwardly to let Zayne take them off. Greyson was using his free hand to work his shoes off, tossing them to the ground so he could completely be rid of his pants and underwear. The entire time he refused to leave Zayne’s mouth, his kisses were hungry, as though he were trying to take his breath away, which was becoming a reality as Zayne parted to breathe.

Greyson looked at Zayne’s now kiss-swollen lips while he went to grasp at Zayne’s length again, giving his sensitive cock a few test strokes to see how hard he could get right after coming all over his face. Greyson leaned forward to press kisses on the length of Zayne’s neck, sucking harshly right under his ear before speaking, “Can I ride you, please?” His voice was so gravely that it caused Zayne to let out a small whimper.

“W-we need to work you open first,” Zayne said, not wanting to hurt the doctor. They still had a shift tomorrow, and if Greyson walked out of here with a limp, he’d never hear the end of it from Yvonne.

Greyson whined at the thought, “I’ll be fine; just grab some lube. Do you have any in here?” Greyson asked, hoping that he did. A condom would also be nice right about now as he turned his head to Zayne’s desk. Zayne’s hand was already rifling through one of the drawers, producing a lube packet and a condom, something he found himself needing to keep close by at all times with how his lifestyle was now. He never thought of himself as promiscuous, but his life had taken a drastic turn after meeting three specific guys. Hell, he thought he was asexual until he felt a cock in him for the first time.

“Either we stretch you open, or you can grind on me. Your choice.” Zayne said, and Greyson let out a huff, blowing some of his bangs out of his face. There was no way he could argue with Zayne right now; the man was overly doting on anyone he slept with, whether he was on top or bottom. Greyson, in response, adjusted himself so he could stand on his knees to give Zayne a good angle.

Greyson let out a lewd moan when he watched Zayne tear the lube packet open with his teeth and slather some onto his hand. He warmed it on his fingers for a moment before they trailed down to Greyson’s ass. Zayne had never thought about it, but now that he felt it, Greyson had a perfect bubble butt. It made him blush at the thought as his finger finally found Greyson’s entrance.

It was easy enough to slip a finger inside, pumping it a few times before sliding another finger into him. Greyson’s hands were now working on freeing Zayne’s chest from his top; the small noises he let out were music to Zayne’s ears. As soon as Greyson had worked his shirt open, his hands were all over him. It was hard to think, though, with Zayne’s fingers now scissoring inside of his ass. His cock was leaking onto Zayne’s abs now as he rolled his hips forward without thinking about it.

“Relax,” Zayne murmured, “I got you.” A whine left Greyson as he felt how Zayne was meticulously fingering him. It was easy for Zayne to find Greyson’s prostate grazing against the bundle of nerves; Zayne got to watch firsthand as Greyson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling. He was already getting so close just from having fingers inside of him, but he didn’t want to cum like this. He wanted it to be on Zayne’s cock, so his hand reached down to grasp Zayne’s wrist.

“Please, let me ride you already,” Greyson’s rough tone showed just how needy he currently was, and Zayne’s throat bobbed as he swallowed and nodded.

“Fine, but if you get uncomfortable or find yourself in pain, make sure to stop,” Zayne said, and Greyson just nodded without even paying attention to his words. The only thing on his mind was having Zayne inside of him right now. Zayne withdrew his fingers and grabbed the rest of the condom he had grabbed earlier. Greyson snatched it from his hand, quickly opening it and sliding it down Zayne’s shaft in one smooth motion. He grabbed the rest of the lube packet and used it on the condom, making sure it was nice and slick as Zayne’s head hit the back of his chair while he groaned at having Greyson’s hand on him again.

Greyson positioned Zayne right below his entrance and slowly pressed the tip into himself. Just that much was stretching him far more than Zayne’s fingers did, and there was a subtle burn. Greyson knew he should’ve let Zayne stretch him properly, but right now, his brain was in his other head, and he decided to go for it. Zayne let out a strangled moan when he felt Greyson slam down on his length, his ass now flush on his thighs.

Greyson whined at the burn that he felt, his hands grabbing Zayne’s shoulders and squeezing them hard as he worked on breathing. Zayne’s hands went to his hips, gently rubbing them as he let Greyson adjust, “You could’ve gone slowly,” Zayne managed to get out through clenched teeth. He was currently trying not to cum on the spot; having Greyson’s warm walls suddenly engulfing him was almost too much for him.

He didn’t get a reply right away as Greyson was still fighting through the sting, but when he did, his voice came out strangled, “W-wanted you, mhm in m-me,” Greyson got out, his breathing now completely labored. His cock twitched between their bodies as he waited a few more seconds to adjust.

Once he felt confident enough, his hands left Zayne’s shoulders, and he grasped the armrests of the chair. He then lifted himself up on Zayne’s cock and slammed back down harshly once more. Their moans mingled with one another at the suddenness of it all, but Greyson wanted more. The position already had Zayne’s dick angled just right to graze against his prostate; the head had hit it just right to make Greyson see stars.

Then he set a fast, hard pace, lifting himself up and falling right back down. Zayne was gasping, his cock jumping a bit as Greyson rode him. His hands were on his hips, trying to calm his pace, but Greyson was already too far gone. He was chasing an orgasm that he had been needing ever since this morning, and he was determined to get to it as fast as he could. Perhaps another day, they could take things slow and do things right, but right now, he was being fueled by lust, needing to feel him so badly his head went blank.

Zayne had stopped trying to control the pace, instead just holding Greyson like his life depended on it. Greyson moved his hands over Zayne’s exposed chest, wanting to feel his heart beating rapidly there. Zayne’s mouth was now just hung open, the sounds spilling out so easily he was certain if anyone walked past his office, they’d hear every single thing. Hell, he was certain they could hear his heartbeat with how it was pounding in his chest.

Greyson took that hand and put it back into Zayne’s hair, angling his face up as he pressed his mouth against his. If their first kiss wasn’t messy enough, this one was a disaster. It was all teeth and desperation, their ragged breathing mingling in with one another as they tried and failed to kiss properly. Not that either of them cared about how close they were. Zayne decided to take a hand off Greyson’s hip and went to wrap it around his leaking cock.

The moment he did so, it had Greyson spilling all over his chest. Greyson let out a whine at the feeling, his eyes rolling back as he fucked himself on Zayne’s dick to prolong it. His glasses were askew on his face, and his hair was a mess, with bangs slightly matted from sweat. Now that Zayne was faring any better, he could feel Greyson clenching around his shaft, and it had him rutting his hips upward until he was coming as well, filling the condom with his release.

Greyson’s riding turned into nothing but rutting for a moment, grinding himself down on Zayne’s cock until he was finished. His thighs were now burning from the exertion of a workout he normally didn’t do. It took a few moments for both of them to come down enough to have any proper thoughts coming to mind. All Greyson knew was that he had a taste of Zayne and that he’d need more in the future. This exact moment would be going through his mind nonstop any time he’s at home, fucking into his own hand.

Greyson leaned forward, pressing his cheek against Zayne’s exposed chest. He relaxed there for a moment, nuzzling into him. Zayne went to play with Greyson’s hair, pushing some of it out of the way as they calmed down and got their breathing back to normal. Greyson felt ready to take a nap; in all honesty, the day was finally catching up to him, and he let out a small yawn. Zayne heard it and let out a chuckle.

“We should get cleaned up…then maybe get some dinner.” Zayne finally said, and Greyson snorted at the response.

“We’re getting dinner after this?” Greyson asked, his voice a little groggy now as he adjusted himself to look up at Zayne. He had never seen the man blush, but right now, he had a post-orgasm flush painting his cheeks and chest, and his ears were redder than they usually were.

“You haven’t had dinner yet, correct?” Zayne asked, and Greyson nodded his head, “Then we need to get dinner. It’ll be my treat.”

“Fine…can we stay like this for a little while longer, though?” Greyson asked, wanting this moment to last. Zayne’s hand was in his hair, the other resting on the small part of his back. It was all too good just to get up and leave it.

“Ten minutes.” Zayne decided on. Ten minutes…ya, that would be enough for Greyson to take a small power nap.

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Angelfish: Take My Hand | SFW

This is just toothrotting fliuff that I wrote for them. I'm not sorry that I'm in love.

Image that helped inspire this by Kirakanjo on X

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Xavier/Rafayel ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Slight Angst, Lemurian Form Rafayel, Toothrotting Fluff ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

Masterpost

Angelfish

Rafayel didn’t even know how many hours had already passed as he looked out into the water. The rocking of their small boat was rhythmical, making him relax with the waves. He was at home here, enjoying the beautiful, clear water that was right off the beaches of his studio. He looked over at Xavier, who held a fishing rod, nodding off slightly as he sat there staring at the ocean. The setting of the sun had just begun, casting the water in an almost orange glow that illuminated Xavier just right. There was almost a halo around Xavier’s head, one of the reasons Rafayel often found himself calling him an angel was because of this quality. It had him staring at the man longer than anticipated, admiring every inch of his face from the profile view he had.

“You know, you almost look like you came right out of a painting,” Rafayel commented as he looked over at Xavier. Xavier seemed to hum, looking over at his boyfriend. Rafayel looked almost bored on the ship, something Xavier noticed a while ago.

Rafayel had been pacing back and forth for about half an hour now before settling down to just stare at Xavier. Initially, he had been fishing with him; after all, this entire date was his idea. Sure, it was just to get Xavier over to the ocean, but he had been the one who suggested fishing. “If you’re bored, we can head back,” Xavier suggested, not caring one way or another. He was getting a bit tired anyway, and would enjoy being able to cuddle up on a couch at the studio.

Rafayel had clearly lost interest in the activity a long time ago, anyway, especially after not being able to hook anything. It was probably because, at the start of this all, he had been talking enthusiastically to Xavier, is voice scaring off any potential fish. Xavier hadn’t minded one bit, enjoying the sound of Rafayel’s voice as he talked about how Thomas had been nagging him to finish a painting, and here he was instead.

Rafayel huffed as a response, walking over to Xavier and crouching down next to his chair. He placed his head onto Xavier’s thigh, and the blonde hunter couldn’t stop himself from running his hands through Rafayel’s purple locks, “I don’t want to go back yet,” he said, almost pouting. He never got to spend days like this with Xavier, unhurried, relaxed, and just the two of them. Things had been so chaotic as of late that he had been dying to get out to the ocean. In fact, he had been craving it, feeling homesick, something he hadn’t felt in such a long time, and he had thought he had forgotten about the twisting feeling in his gut whenever he thought about Lemuria.

So he dragged Xavier here with him, wanting him to be part of his sanctuary. There were no other boats, and no other humans in sight. He had leaned into Xavier’s touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He still felt so antsy, wanting just to toss himself overboard and relax in the soothing waves. “Wanna swim…” Rafayel muttered without thinking about it.

He watched as Xavier reeled in his line and set it to the side, now his full attention on his Lemurian boyfriend, “The boat isn’t that big. You can jump right over the edge whenever you want.” Xavier reminded him. Rafayel’s eyes glanced off to the side; it was true; if he did, he could even rest his upper body on the ship and still be okay. The option was so tempting, but he still felt so unsure about it. Lately, he realized, he was unsure about a lot of things.

“Don’t want to…” he said; his voice wasn’t serious, but it was laced with something different. Something Xavier wasn’t used to hearing on Rafayel. Hesitance, reluctance, almost insecurity. All of it came out in the way he spoke, the way his eyes looked anywhere but at Xavier. It made him feel a like his stomach was churning with how uncomfortable he was with.

“What if I jumped in with you?” Xavier offered, making Rafayel look at him with furrowed brows. While Rafayel would adore it, he still felt some sort of way. He didn’t even know why he was feeling like that. Maybe because he knew if he got into the water, he might not want to get back to shore. He might just stay there indefinitely. Under the harsh waves was serenity for Rafayel, a calming sensation that couldn’t be found on the surface. All responsibilities went away when he was under the surface of the water, and he was scared if he got a taste of that in his current state, he would say ‘fuck it’ and stay there forever.

Rafayel had been quiet for a moment, and then he felt Xavier taking his hand into his own. Xavier squeezed it and then brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of Rafayel’s hand while giving him a reassuring smile. “Whatever you choose, I’ll be right here for you.” Xavier couldn’t say he understood what Rafayel was currently going through, but at least he could be there to support him in whatever way he could. It’s what you did for the person you loved, after all, and Xavier could say without a doubt in his mind he had fallen hard for Rafayel a long time ago.

A few moments passed once more before Rafayel returned the squeeze of Xavier’s hand, showing him a smile of his own, “Alright, I think I’ll get in then. Promise you’ll be right here, though?” Rafayel asked an easygoing smile now showing on his face to hide the inner turmoil in his heart. It was a bit wobbly and not the most convincing thing, but it was the thought that counted.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Xavier assured him. Rafayel felt himself flush at his words, hoping that it were true. So far Xavier hadn’t lied to him, if he didn’t want to tell him something he would look off to the side and change the subject. It was a quality he liked a lot about the man. At least he knew, if anything he could trust his words.

With that, Rafayel was standing up; he took a few layers of his clothes off until he was just in his white button-down shirt and some briefs. Xavier watched with interest as his boyfriend walked over to the edge, dipping a single foot inside and shivering. The water felt fantastic today despite how chilly the air was. Then he jumped in, some of the water spraying over Xavier as he watched Rafayel disappear into the water. Xavier had used his arm, raising it to his face to avoid the salty spray as he let out a small laugh.

The blonde then got closer to the edge, looking over into the crystal-like water. He could see Rafayel’s smiling face under the surface, his eyes shining with amusement as he swam up to the surface. He broke through it and hauled the upper half of his body up. Xavier was sitting right at the edge now, and Rafayel took that as an opportunity to place his wet arms onto Xavier’s lap, once again resting his head there. The water seeped into Xavier’s pants, sending a slight shiver down his spine at how cool it felt in the autumn breeze. Even at the ocean, things were starting to cool down, and the water was no exception.

Xavier chuckled, his hands going through Rafayel’s hair again, brushing the wet strands out of his face so he could get a clear view of him. He always knew Rafayel was beautiful, something he couldn’t put into words sometimes. It was otherworldly, and it had him wanting to stare at him all the time. His finger went over Rafayel’s cheekbone, slowly trailing it over until it was pressing against his plush lips.

Rafayel looked up at Xavier curiously, then sat up some more. He leaned up to Xavier, his intentions evident if you knew anything about the man. Xavier couldn’t stop how he smiled and leaned down to meet Rafayel halfway. Their lips collided in a gentle, languid kiss. The gentle brush against one another, the light panting, and the heat from one another had Rafayel’s heart pounding in his chest. His arm reaches up to cup the back of Xavier’s neck and holds him in place against his mouth. He played with the strands at the nape of his neck, sending yet another shiver wracking down Xavier’s spine at the sensitivity of the area.

He hummed into the kiss, savoring every second he could. Xavier seemed to be lost in it as well; his eyes closed as their lips melded together until finally, they came up to breathe. Their breath fanned over one another, and Rafayel leaned up quickly to peck his cheek before getting back to his previous position. Xavier’s eyes barely fluttered open, cerulean meeting the blue and pink of Rafayel’s in a tender gaze that seemed to lock onto one another’s.

“I love you,” Rafayel murmured, his hand going to play with Xavier’s. He was no longer looking up at those blue eyes that always drew him in. Instead, he just focused on Xavier’s hand, the way his fingers were long and slender, the slight callouses on them, and the strength that they held. It was enough to keep his grounded at the moment, flustered over his own admittance despite it not being the first time he’s told him. If he had bothered to look up, he would’ve seen the stunned look Xavier had, the way his mouth hung open, and the dusting of pink on his cheeks. Sure, the words had been said often between the two of them, but it was still nice to hear them from time to time, especially when Rafayel was being so docile like this.

“I love you as well, Rafayel,” Xavier said, forgoing using their usual nicknames. It had red spreading to Rafayel’s ears and cheeks as he looked up at Xavier finally. It was far too apparent in the way Xavier looked at him that he meant his words; he looked so in love that it sent an almost painful pang in Rafayel’s chest. Rafayel felt himself sinking into the water more, unable to handle that look at the moment. He was hoping maybe the water would be able to cool him down and ease the fast beating of his heart since it currently felt like it could burst out of his chest at any moment.

“Rafayel?” Xavier called out, wondering if he had done something wrong. Rafayel hummed, glancing at him as he relaxed into the water some more, letting the small waves lap at his neck and cheeks, “Why don’t you ever…I know you have another form.” Xavier settled on, and now Rafayel felt his body tense up. Xavier could see it as well, the way his shoulders seemed to straighten out, and his body becoming more rigid than it had been before.

“Do you think I sprout a tail?” Rafayel asked, now deflecting, “You know, not every rumor of Lemurians is real,” he tried to remind Xavier with a slight pout on his lips. Maybe if he just tried making Xavier feel bad about assuming things, he could get out of answering questions…something he doubted would work. It never worked when it came to Xavier.

“I happen to know this one is a fact, though,” Xavier said, and he could see Rafayel biting the inside of his cheek. Xavier had been witness to him on ebb day, had seen the scales on his cheeks and neck, along with how the peppered his chest. He knew what the scales looked like, and Rafayel had a small slip of the tongue that day and mentioned how the scales of his tail shone more under the moonlight. Still, if did want to give Rafayel an out if need be, “But if you’re uncomfortable with the topic, we can change it.” He settled on saying, not wanting Rafayel to shut down at the moment.

Rafayel took in a deep breath as he looked back over at Xavier, “It’s…” he began, the paused, “When you think of Lemurians, what do you think we look like?” Rafayel finally asked, surprising Xavier as he thought about it.

“I always heard they have tails that glistened in the sunlight, and beauty beyond compare.” Xavier said, “I happen to know your scales look very pretty, just like you, so I thought it was pretty accurate.” The last part had Rafayel feeling flustered all over again, but he kept the serious edge of the conversation.

Instead of reacting, he huffed, running his hands through his bangs, “They never talk about all the other qualities…” Rafayel grumbled under his breath, then looked back at Xavier, “It’s just…Lemurians look…it’s different. It’s not like some mermaid from a storybook, you know?” Rafayel explained, garnering Xavier’s attention for a moment.

“Then, why don’t you show me what you look like?” Xavier suggested, “Nothing can ever change my feelings for you, so if you wanted to…” Xavier didn’t seem nervous in the slightest, just curious. He was always so interested when it came to Rafayel. The man knew how to guard every secret, and unless Xavier asked the correct questions, he felt like there was no proper way to learn about him. Rafayel was an enigma at the end of the day, what his past was like was a mystery to Xavier still. Not that Xavier could complain, he had yet to tell Rafayel about Philos.

Rafayel took a moment to process the words he had said, unsure what direction he wanted to go in. Sure, he could show him, and sure, he could say nothing could change his opinion…but a Lemurian’s true form could be seen as monstrous to some. Sea creatures were often beautiful, but they were also like strange creatures to humans. From their eyes to their body, everything was different. He knew Xavier wasn’t exactly human himself, but he was pretty damn close to one. Humans were good at saying kind words, and then stabbing someone in the back the moment they didn’t conform. He didn’t want to think Xavier would ever do that to him, but he couldn’t stop the uncertainty.

“I…” Rafayel said, but he didn’t have the words. He wanted to show Xavier he trusted him enough, but he just felt so worried that he would go back on his words. He’d take the boat to shore and never look back, never bother seeing him again. If he lost Xavier, he’d be losing a piece of himself, one he wasn’t prepared to part with just yet. He made him feel things he didn’t think were possible. “Do you swear…” his voice was so quiet right now as he looked at Xavier with some reluctance.

Xavier looked up at hearing this, leaning over the edge of the boat for a moment to get closer to Rafayel, “I swear to you, I’ll always love you,” Xavier said, wanting him to know that no matter what, nothing between then would change his feelings. He held out a pinky to Rafayel, something that Rafayel himself though was childish. Still, he wrapped his own around Xavier’s in the small promise they made together.

Rafayel then nodded his head, once again unable to meet the tender gaze of his boyfriend, “A-alright, then look away.” Rafayel said, his hands going to cover Xavier’s eyes. Xavier chuckled, closing his eyes as he felt Rafayel’s hands leaving his face. He could hear more splashing in the water around him, could listen to something that sounded like a tail, but he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to upset Rafayel in a moment like this. Excitement was building up in him though, the sheer curiosity that he had over what Rafayel truly looked like couldn’t be satiated until he could look with how own eyes.

Finally, Rafayel’s voice broke through the noises of waves and splashes, “Alright, you can open them,” Rafayel said, his voice almost shaking. Xavier’s eyes opened, looking into the water. He didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. What he saw was better than he ever expected, and the slow beating of his heart suddenly picked up as he took in Rafayel’s Lemurian form.

Rafayel certainly looked far larger than usual, his upper half growing in size while his giant tail that was probably three times his body length swayed behind him in the setting sun. His blue to-lavender scales shone in the sunlight, the tips a cherry red tone; the long dorsal fine held a transparent shimmer to it that made it look out of his world, catching the light like a rainbow kaleidescope. Then you had the other qualities of Rafayel, the changes that nobody truly spoke about when it came to Lemurians.

His ears were now replaced with two giant fins on the side of his head, matching the dorsal fins with the iridescent shimmer. Scales line his cheeks and neck, going down his body in an abstract pattern, and there were far more in this form than there had been on Ebb day. The scales on his cheeks reminded Xavier of freckles, but these ones shined brilliantly and caught his eyes just right. Large, webbed hands held onto the edge of the boat, the baby blue tone covering them as it faded down to his elbows into his natural skin tone. The whites of his eyes were now completely black, and his eyes now seemed to shine a brighter blue than they usually did, the pinks in them completely gone.

He looked uncertain, his tail swaying behind him, and when he opened his mouth, Xavier could see rows of sharp teeth and a blue tongue inside, “So…” Rafayel was about to say something, but Xavier beat him to it.

“You’re…breathtaking…” Xavier said, his eyes now softening the longer he looked at his boyfriend. Rafayel blushed, his cheeks now glowing as he looked at Xavier, finally wanting to meet his gaze to make sure he was telling the truth. The glow from his cheeks threw Xavier off guard, but he couldn’t stop from thinking how adorable it made him look, almost like a firefly in the ocean.

“It’s…monstrous, isn’t it? At least that’s what I’ve heard from others.” Rafayel said; to him, this is how Lemurians looked. It was expected; it was part of their life. It wasn’t until he went to the surface and saw in storybooks about sirens or other monster-like sea creatures that he found out that this form would be revolting to most. Still, the way Xavier looked at him told him otherwise; there was nothing but pure admiration that had his fins flickering on the sides of his head. The sinking feeling he had in his gut was slowly starting to go away, knowing that he wasn’t being discarded just like that.

“How could something so beautiful be monstrous?” Xavier said, reaching a hand out to Rafayel. With some reluctance, Rafayel took his hand and wrapped his clawed fingers around Xavier’s. His hand was larger now as well, encapsulating Xavier’s completely, but Xavier didn’t seem to care as he brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss on the sensitive webbing of Rafayel’s hands and looked at him with a smile.

“You know, I say I always love you, but…” Xavier began, “I can’t help it,” Xavier admitted, “I really can’t help falling in love with you,” Rafayel felt tears coming to the corner of his eyes as his mouth opened. He fought them back, not wanting to cry in front of Xavier right after revealing what he truly looked like.

“Xavier, you’re getting…too sappy now…” Rafayel said, his voice now shaking as he cleared his throat and turned to look away from him. The torrent of emotions were washing over him, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this gentle side of his boyfriend.

“You can have it, you know,” Xavier said, making Rafayel look back at him, “My whole life, it’s yours if you want it.”

Now Rafayel was truly and utterly speechless, his words crashing onto him harder than any wave could. He blinked at Xavier, trying to think of a proper response, “Is this a proposal?” he finally asked, trying to laugh it off, but he couldn’t help it. He was at a loss for words, a loss for what to do. What did he ever do to deserve someone like Xavier in his life? Sure, half the time, things were chaotic. Jokes and laughter were a regular thing, egging one another on and challenging each other. Then there were moments like these that were so tooth-rotting sweet that Rafayel felt like he didn’t deserve even a fraction of Xavier’s affection.

“It could be; I wouldn’t mind getting married,” Xavier said, “But I am serious. I think…this was meant to be. I can’t explain why, but it feels right being here with you. Seeing you like this just solidifies it all.” The thought of one day being bound to Rafayel in marriage was appealing. He had always wanted to be a family, and Rafayel seemed to be the best partner for that. He was patient with Xavier, and they never truly fought. He could see himself spending the rest of his life with him, waking up together every morning in the same bed, and just enjoying the basic domestic moments together.

“Xavier…” Rafayel said breathlessly, “Could you…get into the water with me?” he said; his voice cracked slightly as he spoke. Once again he found himself fighting back tears; he swore Xavier would be the death of him. Nobody should be allowed to say such tender things to another living being and get away with it.

Xavier looked up at Rafayel after he said that and nodded. He stood up for the first time in a while, taking his coat off and tossing it to the side, along with his boots. Just like Rafayel, he got into his shirt and underwear, and as he approached the edge, Rafayel held his hand out, “Take my hand,” he said, his voice gentler than it usually was. His eyes were shining now with utter adoration for Xavier, the man being the only thing he could focus on right now. How he managed to make all his insecurities fly out the door was a miracle in itself, for the first time since coming to the surface, he felt completely comfortable being in this form.

Xavier took it without hesitation, allowing Rafayel to pull him into the water and into his embrace. Xavier let out a small gasp, his arms wrapping around his much larger boyfriend as he looked up at his eyes. He was then brought into a searing kiss, Rafayel meeting his mouth with his own as their lips once more melded together. It felt right; the way they slotted against one another had Xavier shivering. It truly was meant to be like this; he knew he was right. His hand went into Rafayel’s hair, not even flinching as they went under the surface of the water, the water blanketing their bodies and shielding them from the world.

It wasn’t the first time Rafayel had given him the ability to breathe under the water, but now it was different. Even with the ability, he felt like he was drowning into him. His eyes opened as he looked up at Rafayel above him, the streams of sunlight casting over him as he cupped Rafayel’s cheek once they broke free of the kiss. He didn’t see how anyone could ever say this form was scary, it wasn’t even close to being monstrous. It was perfect in every way, he was perfect in every way.

“Xavier…can we stay here for a while?” Rafayel asked, flipping them over and having Xavier resting on his chest. Xavier let out a slight, startled noise as he was quickly moved onto Rafayel’s chest, his head resting right between the valley of his chest. Rafayel’s clawed hand were running through his hair, gently scrapping against his scalp. Xavier felt almost like a content cat, curling up into his large boyfriend and rubbing his chin onto him, his eyes blinking slower than usual.

He could feel them moving as Rafayel lazily swam, “Ya, I think I’d like that, Raf,” Xavier said, feeling a certain serenity that came with being here. Under the water, it indeed was just the two of them. Xavier could only hear Rafayel’s heartbeat at the moment, and he could feel his warmth radiating off of him. It was the perfect moment for them, and he basked in it. Knowing that he was secure, Rafayel knew that no matter what, no matter how bad the surface seemed, at least he’d always have Xavier to come back to.

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Coolranch: Office Window | NSFW

Hehehehe so wrote this forever ago and here we are. Coolranch. One of the ultimate ships. Also check out a snippet of the artwork from Kirakanjo on X guys. Join the patreon for the full thing because hnnnng it's so good.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Sylus/Zayne ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Anal fingering, public sex, office sex, anal fingering, come on window, Greyson was their witness ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

Masterpost

Coolranch

"You can't just keep coming in here whenever you please," Zayne was trying to argue right now; he really was, but his voice had come out as a whimpering moan. A small gasp escaped his mouth as he felt Sylus' hand on his cock, grasping the length and pumping it. He was already so damn wet just from the teasing, not to mention the entire situation at hand.

It was in the middle of the damn day, and Sylus had Zayne pressed against the window of his office. He had tried telling Sylus not to stop by his office, but the man never listened. He would come and go as he pleased, always leaving Zayne a trembling mess in the aftermath. Like right now.

His front was pressed against the window of his office. It was early morning, far too early, and Zayne knew Sylus had probably stopped by his office before he headed back to his own place to go to bed. The sun still filtered in despite the overcast sky and the drizzle of rain that painted the world. Zayne could see clearly outside the hospital window. He didn't see any patients at the moment nor staff out in the recreational areas, but he knew that could change at a moment's notice.

"You don't seem to mind, Dr," Sylus said in a mocking tone as he worked off Zayne's belt and pulled his pants down. Now Zayne was naked from the waist down in his office, his hands pressed fairly on the window. He was already panting and moaning as Sylus' hand continued to jerk him off.

"I wonder, what would happen if one of your colleagues came by and saw you?" Sylus said, his hand going to Zayne's ass. Sylus had fucked him just the night before, so it wouldn't be too hard to slip it in. Sylus grabbed the lube he kept in his pocket specifically for this and coated his hand as he began working Zayne open. It was easy, the man was so fucking easy to rile up. He also knew how to relax, something that took a lot of work on Sylus' end so as not to have him tense.

"Sy, someone could walk by at any moment," Zayne groaned, yet despite that he was arching himself, pressing his ass closer to Sylus as he looked outside. His cheeks were flushed, and he could see Sylus' face in the reflection of the window, with those red eyes staring right into him.

"All I hear is complaining, Dr. If you were really that opposed to this, you could've stopped me by now instead of arching against me like a good boy," Sylus said as he took his hands away. He went to the front of Zayne and began loosening the man's tie. Zayne observed as he took it off and began working it into a different kind of tie, one around his neck.

There wasn't much room for Sylus to tug on it, but it was enough to use as a makeshift leash if he needed to. Zayne was flushed as he heard Sylus' own belt coming undone, as well as the press of his cock against his ass. He gasped when he felt the tip of it breach his entrance. He slowly slipped it inside, watching as Zayne's face contorted in pleasure with every inch inside of him.

By the time he had bottomed out, Zayne was already shaking, his thighs quaking ever so slightly. "Think you can keep quiet, Dr?" Sylus asked, watching how he braced his hands on the window. Zayne nodded his head but let out a loud moan when Sylus tugged on the tie around him, "Use your words, kitten,"

"Y-yes," he bit out, but his statement was null and void when Sylus took his cock almost completely out of Zayne and slammed back into him. It elicited a loud cry from Zayne, and Sylus only chuckled.

One of Sylus' hands was now on his hip; the other, which was previously tugging on his tie leash, dropped the tension. His hands sneaked to Zayne's mouth, and he pressed his fingers in there. Zayne immediately sucked on them and tried not to bite down as Sylus began fucking him.

The harsh slapping sounds filled the room alongside Zayne's muffled moans. It took all he could to stay upright, his cock pressed against the window and leaving a wet trail of pre in its wake.

The window began fogging up from Zayne's panting, obscuring his view of outside as Sylus' cock dragged along his walls, "That's it, what a good boy, your cock is leaking everywhere, sweetheart," Sylus groaned into his ear. His fingers pressed down on the wet muscle there, and Zayne closed his eyes as he got lost in the sensations.

His cock was twitching now, and he could feel how close he was. The cool glass along his length, the way Sylus managed to angle right up against his prostate. It had him whimpering out as he held back. He knew the rules, and as much as he'd love to break them right now, he didn't feel like dealing with Sylus's teasing.

He knew the man; if he came without permission, then getting fucked against the window would be the least embarrassing thing of his day. Still, there was a fire in his abdomen, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any second.

"Don't tell me you're already close," Sylus said, feeling how Zayne's ass fluttered against his length. He took his fingers out of his mouth and went back to grabbing at the tie leash.

Now his whorish moans were unobstructed as his hands tried to clutch at anything, but all they could find was the smooth surface of the window. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lip, but the hand that Sylus kept on his hip went to slap his ass.

"Kitten, don't you dare close your eyes," Sylus said, pressing a hot and searing kiss along the column of his neck, "In fact, I want you to see something," he said, and Zayne felt confusion in the haze of lust that Sylus had brought on. Sylus cock slowed down its thrusting, moving at a slower pace that made Zayne whine. He needed more; he needed it hard and fast because fuck he wanted to cum.

"Wha-?" Zayne began trying to ask what he meant, but with a harsh tug, his head snapped back from the tie.

"Why don't you say hello to Mephisto, kitten? He'd over in that tree," Sylus cooed, and Zayne's eyes traveled to where he assumed the damn crow was. Sure enough, he could see a glint of red shining out there, and he groaned. "I wanted to make sure we captured this moment," Zayne let out a whine, knowing the damn bird had a recording function on it.

"Syl-ah!" Zayne tried to protest, but Sylus had gone back to slamming his cock into Zayne. He didn't let up on the tie, wanting Zayne to have no choice but to stare at the bird. In his mortification, Zayne looked down. He could see movement below and knew that people were finally coming out of the hospital into the recreational area. If they looked up, they'd be able to see him getting fucked, and it had his cock dripping.

"Come on, kitten, why don't you put on a show, cum for me," Sylus said, pressing the man closer to the window so his cock was literally trapped between the cold glass. The window was now completely fogged from his panting as he tried looking at Sylus in the window. He couldn't do it, though, not when he slammed right into his prostate.

The combination of everything set him over the edge as he let out a whining moan, his cum splattering onto the window and dripping down onto the floor below. The milky white substance was a clear indicator of how much he was truly enjoying this. He could feel Sylus' thrusts getting sloppier as he, too, neared climax. Sylus groaned right into Zayne's ear, and he could feel the twitch of his cock as the warm fluids filled his ass.

After, there was just the sound of Zayne and Sylus trying to catch their breath. When Zayne could think clearly, he was trying to push off the window; the need to cum had blinded him. Still, now that he had the clarity that came after a good orgasm, he realized how bad this situation was.

Sylus allowed it, pulling out Zayne, grabbing the edge of the curtain, and closing it to shield Zayne. "Have fun, kitten?" Sylus said, kissing his cheek as he undid the tie.

"No…" a blanted lie only caused Sylus to chuckle, the man already planning on sending Zayne that video Mephi took to remind him of how much of a slut he could be.

Greyson POV

It had been an average morning, and Greyson had finished doing the morning rounds. He could see the sky was overcast and knew that it was drizzling outside, yet he just needed a moment to get out. Required to take a walk outside.

As soon as his face was met with the outside air, the smell of rain filtering into his senses, he felt a wave of relief. He began walking, just enjoying a small stroll. He saw a bench that was under a tree, a crow perched on one of the branches. Greyson looked at the bird with a smile before taking a spot on the bench.

This morning shifted.

Drastically.

He looked up, and his eyes widened. He could see Zayne's office from here, and he could see the Chief of Surgeries dick as well. Something he certainly wasn't expecting in his morning walk.

There was another man behind him, someone that he had seen a few times in the hospital. It was clear the man was fucking the doctor, his cock rubbing against the pan of glass. The only thing saving him was how the window was fogged up around his face, obscuring who it was slightly. If they didn't know it was Zayne's office and didn't know what the man looked like, they might not even realize who it was.

Still, he knew his dick, at least. He had been on his knees in front of it before, and he licked his lips at the memory. He watched Zayne getting fucked, and could see the tie around him as his head was yanked back.

The entire time, his own pants were getting uncomfortably tight. He even groaned when he watched cum spurting onto the window, the liquid dripping down like the rain outside. Then the curtains closed, very literally, leaving Greyson shell-shocked and horny from what he witnessed.

He would need a detour. His morning walk was no longer on his mind. He needed to get to his own office and wrap a hand around his cock, or else he just knew he'd be walking with a hard-on for the rest of the day. Perhaps he'd stop by Zayne's office later to see if he ever cleaned up the spill…

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Snowangel: Joyride | NSFW

Did you know this is my favorite ship? I just adore them. So sweet. Such good boys. Gonna give them kisses. Like bless. I adore them. Lemme give them kisses.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Zayne/Xavier ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Top Zayne, Bottom Xavier, Submissive Zayne, Dominant Xavier, Riding, Car Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Snowangel

It wasn't uncommon for Xavier to be given a ride by Zayne. He often took public transportation, but sometimes, normally late at night, he would be forced to walk all the way home. While he didn't mind it, he also knew that there was an easier way to get around. Contacting Zayne. If the man was off work, and not trying to rest, he would almost always be getting into his car to give Xavier a ride back home.

Much like tonight. It was late and Zayne had just gotten off his shift when Xavier had messaged him. Unsurprisingly, Xavier wasn't too far from the hospital so it only took about five minutes to find him asleep on a bench as he waited for his ride. Zayne had gotten out of his car and shook Xavier awake, reminding him that it wasn't safe to just fall asleep on a bench at night.

He had to practically carry the deepspace hunter in his drowsy state into his car and put him in the passenger's seat. Xavier had curled up in the chair, intent on sleeping again. Meanwhile Zayne had taken his own spot on the driver's side and started up the engine. Soon the rumble of the road was wanting to lull Xavier asleep…that was until he turned his head.

It had been muggy earlier in the day, and while Zayne almost always had long sleeves on, today he had taken off his coat and placed it in the backseat. The sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up, most likely when he went to help Xavier, and the hunter was now looking at the muscles of his forearms.

He didn't know why such simple things like that made him feel hot and bothered. He could see the subtle flex as Zayne turned the wheel and gripped it a little bit tighter. Then Xavier got an idea that would either get him in trouble, or get him a nice reward. It was subtle at first, the way he parted his legs as though just readjusting himself in the seat. His eyes were half lidded at the glanced from Zayne's arms to his face.

His hand went to the front of his own pants, cupping his half hard erection as he gently rubbed himself through the fabric. Then he began working off the zipper and buttons. It was impossible to keep that quiet, especially with how Zayne normally drove without any music playing.

The doctor glanced over just in time to see Xavier pulling out his dick and giving it a few strokes until it was completely hard, "What do you think you're doing?" Zayne said, his eyes snapping back to the road. His grip on the wheel getting a bit tighter as he tried not to focus on the man next to him.

"I got turned on." It was a simple statement that was followed by a soft sigh as Xavier lazily played with himself. He was already leaking a little bit as his thumb pressed against the slit. His head fell onto the headrest behind him as he looked over at Zayne.

"This couldn't wait until you got home?" Zayne murmured and Xavier chuckled, grasping his dick at the base for a second.

"You won't be driving around in my apartment," Xavier finally said, "You look good like this," his compliments flowed easily as he began working his length again. Zayne's grip only got tighter as his knuckles turned white with their hold.

"You got turned on because I'm driving?" Zayne sounded almost confused. He had driven with Xavier several times and so far they had never gotten frisky in the car. Typically Xavier would just lay down and fall right asleep instead. Today it seemed he had a different agenda as he let out a sinful moan.

Zayne heard his name leaving the man's lips and a shiver went down his spine. He could feel his his pants for a bit tighter just from the thought of Xavier touching himself right next to him…because of him.

"Please don't make a mess in my car…" he decided to settle on instead. Xavier only chuckled, his pace picking up as he looked at Zayne.

"What'll happen if I make a mess?" his tone was a bit challenging and he could tell Zayne was losing his composure, and quickly. It was sometimes too easy to make the doctor flustered and horny, something Xavier took advantage of.

"Xavier…" Zayne's voice was a bit of a warning as he looked over at Xavier. The man had his mouth open in a silent moan, his hand working his dick faster and that was the final straw for the doctor. He began looking for an exit, slowly pulling off to where he knew a park was. It was two in the morning, and as he went at the very end of the lot that had a tree overhanding the spot, he stopped the car.

"Something you need? Why did we stop?" Xavier asked, his voice showing innocence despite how he was still working his cock as though he didn't know what was going on. Zayne undid his seatbelt and Xavier smirked as he took his own off.

He watched as Zayne planned on getting out of the car, but instead Xavier was already crawling over the center console and placing his ass right over Zayne's lap. Zayne let out a small gasp, "Xavier, the back seat," Zayne was trying the door again, but Xavier's hand went over his own.

The hunter then touched the side of Zayne's chair, allowing it to move down until he was almost completely laying down in it, "No time," Xavier said as he crashed his lips with Zayne. He groaned at the taste of the man, his kisses tasting like sweet milk tea as he lazily lapped at his lips. Zayne groaned into the kiss, his hand finding Xavier's hip and dragging him closer to grind against his dick.

Xavier was reaching over to open the center console, looking for something. Zayne finally spoke up, "I don't have lube in my car," he rasped out and Xavier let out a whine, "It's not like I plan on having sex in here…" Zayne could tell the disappointment, but Xavier was on a mission.

The hunter began working his pants off, albeit, awkwardly with his angle, and tossed them into the passengers side when he finally managed to wiggle himself out of them. He began working Zayne's cock out of his own pants while the doctor sat back and watched, already panting and needing to feel Xavier.

Xavier spit into his hand and used that to begin stroking Zayne's cock the moment he had it free, and Zayne tossed his head back onto the chair as he groaned. Xavier was working his dick hard and fast, before suddenly releasing it and Zayne couldn't stop the whine from escaping him.

He then watched as Xavier sucked his own fingers and prodded at his ass, slipping one finger in. Zayne grabbed his thighs now, squeezing them, "Xavier, spit isn't a the same as using lube." Zayne said as soon as he realized what he was doing.

"Then next time carry some in your car," Xavier was just wanting to feel Zayne buried inside of him right now. he stopped fingering himself open and positioned himself on top of Zayne's dick. The doctor grabbed his thighs, holding him up.

"Xavier," Zayne went to warn him again, but clearly Xavier could only think about dick as he pushed the head into his ass. He let out a small whine as Zayne tried stopping him, knowing that he'd be sore if he tried riding him right now. He had barely prepped, there was no lube, and they were in a cramped car.

Still, Xavier was determined as he looked down at Zayne, "Please…" Xavier managed to say in a small, pleading voice. Zayne always had a hard time saying no to it and he bit his lip. Xavier took the moment of hesitation to drop himself down on Zayne's cock fully. He let out a loud, whining moan.

It stung like hell, but at this angle it directly hit his prostate which helped numb the pain. Sure he'd be sore later, but that was a problem for the future him. The current him was now rising back up and slamming down on Zayne's cock in the driver's seat of his car.

Both men moaned in unison as Xavier began a steady pace of rising and falling on his cock, enjoying every single sensation as he closed his eyes. One hand was braced on Zayne's abs, pushing up his shirt so he could feel the skin there. The other was wrapped around his cock as he worked himself, wanting to cum quickly so they could get back home and have a longer session.

He wasn't stopping, not with how he could feel Zayne's cock twitching inside of him with every stroke. The man was always easy to rile up, especially in more public settings, and he seldom lasted long the moment he was on him.

Zayne groaned as his grip on Xavier was now there to help move him along on his dick. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of how hot Xavier was around him. He was close as he began rolling up his hips to meet Xavier every time he dropped back down.

They were both lost in it, and both so close. It didn't take much for Xavier, who had already been playing with himself for at least a couple minutes before they began. Xavier let out a small moan, calling out Zayne's name as he shot ropes of cum onto his abs. His thighs quivered as he continued trying to ride it out, trying to get the doctor to cum inside of him.

It wasn't exactly a hard thing to accomplish though, not with how he was squeezing around Zayne's shaft. The doctor let out a groan, thrusting up at an erratic pace until he finally came, shooting his own load into his boyfriend as he let out a few sinful noises, as well as a curse unde rhis breath. Xavier shivered at hearing it, then leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

Zayne was panting still, the aftershocks of his orgasm coursing through him as he let Xavier's mouth guide them in the liplock. After a few moments he could feel it ebbing away and he looked at Xavier.

"Angel, you know that was a horrible idea," he finally got out, trying to clear his throat. Xavier only smirked as he rose up from Zayne's dick. Zayne could see some of his cum dripped down onto his pants, as well as the inner part of Xavier's thigh.

"You seemed to have enjoyed it," Xavier pointed out as he began working Zayne's cock back into his pants.

"Please don't get cum on the seats…" He murmured as he went to grab Xavier's underwear. The hunter smiled, mischievousness dancing in his eyes.

"What'll happen if I make a mess?" he repeated what he said earlier. Zayne only sighed and shook his head.

"For five minutes, can you not be a brat?" He finally asked and Xavier chuckled. He was already working his underwear back over his hips and crawling to the passenger's side to work his pants on him.

"Where's the fun in that?" he challenged and Zayne just glanced at him.

"Buckle up, we're heading to my place," Zayne replied, already backing up from the spot in the park. He was intent on getting them home as soon as possible. Now whether it would be for more sex, or so he could scold Xavier while providing some after care was up for debate.

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Snowangel: Punish Me Please? | NSFW

I love this couple so damn much, words cannot even begin telling you how much I adore them. Like y'all...soft ship?

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Zayne/Xavier ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Bottom Xavier, Top Zayne, Grinding, Coming in pants, Spanking, Biting, Marking ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Snowangel

He had asked to be punished. He had been extra bratty to Zayne just for the sole purpose of being punished. When Zayne had asked him how his day was, he mentioned being extra reckless at work. When he asked what he had to eat, he admitted he only had ramen last night at about two in the morning and hadn't eaten since. Water? Oh, he forgot.

All the things he knew would annoy Zayne he was doing. Despite all that, he was still being treated so gently by the man. Zayne had made Xavier strip down to his underwear while he inspected him for any new cuts or bruises. He held a cup of water in his hand and apparently they had a good amount of takeout on the way that was proabbly nothing but healthy foods since Zayne admitted to being too tired to cook.

His hand gently went over Xavier's stomach and his abs flexed in response, a shiver going down his spine as Zayne looked up, "Does it hurt here?" he asked and Xavier shook his head.

"No…" Zayne only nodded as he told Xavier to turn around to he could check his back. Once again his hand, which was a bit colder today than it normally was, had gone to check him. Unlike with a normal patient, Zayne was willing to let his fingers glide down his back and touch him in a teasing way.

His hand was on the small of his back, "How about here?" Zayne murmured and Xavier shook his head. He reached behind him to grab Zayne's wrist, moving it down to his ass, "Does it hurt…here?" Zayne asked, almost a little unsure.

"Not yet…" Xavier murmured and Zayne paused, then let out a sigh. They had discussed this before, and while Zayne was more than willing to indulge Xavier in many things, he was hesitant.

"Did you want…" he didn't finish his sentence. Xavier still had his hand around his wrist as he moved to place it on the back of Zayne's hand. He then moved it to slap his own ass, but the momentum wasn't much. It just made his ass jiggle a little from the contact with the softest slap noise.

"You were reckless and didn't eat, just so I'd be rough with you?" Zayne finally said and Xavier nodded.

"Please?" his tone was so sweet yet bordered seductive as he batted his eyelashes. Those big cerulean eyes looked at Zayne with a pleading gaze until he finally gave in.

"You know I don't wish to hurt you." he reminded him, and was instead rubbing his ass, squeezing it a little that had Xavier squirming.

"It wouldn't be hurting me, it would feel good. And I heal fast." Xavier tried convincing him some more.

"If I go to hard, you'll still end up with at least a mild hematoma later. I know you heal fast, but I've still seen you bruise." Zayne reminded him and he could only huff in annoyance.

"Maybe I want that." Xavier was pouting now, arguing at every time and Zayne would admit, the man was getting on his nerves.

"Fine, as you wish." He said. Zayne didn't bother draping him over is lap. At the current position Xavier was laying in, he'd have a decent angle. Xavier wiggled his ass a bit, trying to entice the doctor further with a coy smile.

Then Zayne slapped him, the sound echoing in the room. Once again his ass bounced from the contact, and he felt Zayne grasping him again. This time it was cold, and Xavier knew he was using his evol like a pack of ice at the moment to sooth the skin. The issue was…it hadn't been that hard.

"Harder…" Xavier said, wanting more. He didn't want the gentle soothing right now. He wanted him to smack him as hard as he could.

"You want it…harder?" Zayne clarified and Xavier nodded his head.

"Please?" He said and Zayne sighed before going to slap his ass again, this time there was a bit more force, but still it wasn't enough, "Harder," Zayne tried again, but he was still being so damn gentle. Xavier had seen his arm muscle, he had felt it around him. Zayne could easily lift him and fuck him against a wall. He knew the man was strong and yet he was holding back far too much at the moment.

Xavier gave in, realizing that Zayne wasn't going to go hard. Maybe if he showed him…

With that thought, Xavier was sitting up on the couch and looked at Zayne behind him. Zayne was about to say something when Xavier moved to sit on his lap in a quick motion. He roughly grabbed Zayne's hair and dragged him in for a kiss. Their teeth clacked together and Xavier's tongue dove into the man's mouth.

It had Zayne gasping as he felt Xavier licking at the roof of his mouth before he was biting down on his lip, enough to draw a bit of blood that he lapped up. Zayne groaned as Xavier began grinding his ass down on his erection, never leaving his lips as he left Zayne breathless under him.

Zayne's hand went to grab hold of his thighs, squeezing them and Xavier let out a moan as he rolled once again on Zayne's lap. He took his mouth away for a second, opting to leave a trail of kisses and bite marks all over the man's jawline and neck.

"Xavier, wait, you're going to le-ah leave a mark," Zayne managed to groan out. One of his hands going into Xavier's hair to try and get him away. Xavier, in retaliation, but down right on the sweet spot of his neck. It was definitely going to be leaving a mark that Zayne wouldn't be able to hide fully even with a turtle neck. In his scrubs? It would be visible to everyone in the operating room.

He was egging Zayne on, being rough, his hands going to his shirt and ripping off the buttons of his nice top. Zayne let out a noise of protest when Xavier's hands were now on is chest, pinching at the larger man's nipples and tugging at them. Zayne was rolling his own hips up into Xavier and he could feel the erection poking at him and he let out a sigh.

"Xavier," his tone was now a warning as Xavier began leaving a trail of kisses on his upper chest, right where the neckline of his scrubs would be. He was making a constellation of hickies as he continued grinding his own erection against Zayne. "X-Xavier," his tone was wavering but still stern.

Finally Zayne tugged harshly at Xavier's hair and it had him moaning out loud, not even needing to exaggerate the noise. He was rutting himself on Zayne's lap like he needed him so desperetly, which at the moment he was. Hell just that tug had his cock twitching and leaking into his underwear as he closed his eyes.

"More," Xavier said, raking his nails down Zayne's chest, "More," he murmuered again, his eyes lidded and Zayne let out a sigh. He rolled his hips back up into Xavier and the smaller man let out a gasp, "More, more, more, please, mhm," Xavier was panting now, begging Zayne for anything.

Zayne's grasp loosened enough for Xavier to surge forward and begin working on marking him again, his rough treatment was bringing Zayne closer to the edge as well. It was also making him realize just how much he'd have to cover up tomorrow. He needed Xavier to stop, as much as he loved it he always told him to be careful about leaving marks.

Finally, in a last ditch attempt to get Xavier's attention, he slapped his ass…hard. Enough to have Xavier's entire body jostling on the man's lap, another loud moan followed by a whimper. Zayne looked shocked at Xavier was now gridning on his stomach and he could feel the wetness of his release. He came just from that harsh smack and was still grinding. Zayne closed his eyes as he continued to rut up into Xavier until he too was coming, although ruining his underwear and pants in the process.

There were a few moments of silence, other than the subtle grind of their clothes and their panting. Xavier was now leaving sweet kisses on the man's neck and Zayne let out a slightly more annoyed groan.

"You wanted it like that?" he finally asked and Xavier nodded. "That's really want turns you on?" another nod. Zayne place a cool hand against Xavier's ass that was now probably red. The brat got exactly what he wanted, and now Zayne was at a loss as to how he could punish his masochist…maybe he'd serve him a salad.

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Fallenangel: Train Hopper | NSFW

Ahahaha so anyways...going back to Sylus being a hoe in public. My favorite topic tbh.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Sylus/Xavier ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Top Sylus, Bottom Xavier, Grinding, Public Settings, Trains, Hand Jobs ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Fallenangel

Xavier had almost used his evol to teleport himself far, far away from his current location…key word was almost. There were many things he came to expect from his day to day life, one of them was Sylus. Something he hadn't been expecting was his current situation.

Sylus was behind him, one hand wrapped around his waist as he pulled him closer on the train. Xavier had gone out to a bookstore earlier to help his friend out, and then ended up selling ice-cream somehow for a few hours. He had just been ready to go home during the busiest time of day at the train station in Linkon. That was when Sylus had shown up.

He had been expecting a ride in his car, but when it was nowhere to be seen Sylus had explained he went into a "store" for some business, and oddly enough as he was inside he watched someone with his exact motorcycle speeding past the window. The man had been robbed and didn't even seem worried, probably because he knew he'd be able to get his bike back without any issue.

Still, he said he needed a ride and wasn't planning on going back to his home tonight, and Xavier had mentioned he could come back with him until his bike was found by Mephisto. Which landed him in the worst situation, that honestly he should've expected from Sylus. The strong grip on his waist tightened as more people boarded the train, pushing Xavier's back further into Sylus' chest. Sylus had been the one to grab hold of the handle to keep them steady, his other arm stretching slightly above his head due to his height.

The train shifted suddenly, signaling that they were moving again. Sylus grabbing Xavier in a protective way as he was pulled as close as possible. He then felt something else that he was very familiar with in his day to day life. Pushing right up against his ass was Sylus' erection.

Xavier's gaze slowly trailed up to Sylus with a slight, faint pout as he took him in. Sylus seemed unphased, completely unbothered by the current situation. Instead he just had a subtle smirk on his face as he looked on ahead. He now knew Xavier had felt it, and began growing bolder.

Xavier felt how his hand was slipping down from his waist, the trail landing until it was on his thigh. His hand squeezed the flesh there and Xavier's eyes began darting around the train. Everyone seemed busy, paying attention to their phones, watches, or at the exit door as they waited for their stop to be there.

It was noisy as well, and muggy with all the people inside. It was uncomfortable in the cramped train, but with how Sylus' hand went to the front of his pants now and subtle pressed down on the front of his cock he felt…well he wouldn't say comfortable, but he was sure as hell turned on at the moment.

Sylus had leaned down just enough to be able to whisper in Xavier's ear, "Squeeze my wrist if you want me to stop, angel," he said and it was just barely audible. It was the reason why right now, Xavier wanted nothing more than to teleport himself off this train and go home. Save himself from possible embarrassment as Sylus' hand squeezed his now half hard cock on the train.

Xavier bit the inner part of his cheek as he closed his eyes then snapped them open to look around him again. The paranoia was strong at the moment, but he couldn't find it in him to stop Sylus. He was enjoying this, far too much, and he didn't want to admit it out loud but judging by how he wasn't squeezing Sylus' wrist, it was pretty damn obvious.

Sylus continued playing with him, squeezing and groping the front of his pants before spinning Xavier around in his grasp. Xavier's hand landing on his chest as Sylus' hand went to pull him closer and groped his ass. With their heights being fairly close, it meant that at this angle their cocks were basically grinding up against one another.

Xavier had to stop himself from panting as Sylus was subtly moving their hips against one another. His face was flushed as Xavier placed it into his chest, hiding his expression from anyone who dared to look over.

It felt good, probably better judging by how anyone could catch them. It was something Xavier would never even entertain, but at the moment he just wanted to feel more and more as their cocks continued grinding through their pants. He could feel how Sylus was twitching in his pants, his impressive length was had to ignore even in the best of circumstances.

Sylus leaned down once more, "Did you want to cum here, or wait till we're home?" his whisper sent a shiver right down Xavier's spine and he couldn't help the small whine that escaped him. He'd rather not ruin his pants right now, but fuck he wanted to cum.

"Ho-" before Xavier could finish his sentence, the train dinged that a new exit had arrived as they stopped.

"Change of plans," Sylus said as he took hold of Xavier's hand and began dragging him out. Most people, despite how busy it was, could tell how imposing Sylus was. He towered over everyone, and he had this aura about him that screamed to not mess with him. So most people made way for him to pass through.

Xavier was dragged along and didn't bother to complain, no, not when he was hard and needy and just wanted to feel Sylus. They got off the train and into the station as Sylus kept walking until he was weaving through areas and they came to a smaller, secluded alleyway. Sylus looked around and smirked, feeling a familiarity to the situation as he pushed Xavier up against the wall.

The concrete halls of the train station had their footsteps echoing, and Xavier could still clearly hear the hustle and bustle of everyone right outside of the area. The fluorescent lights above them flickered in the underground station and he didn't have time to think of much else because suddenly Sylus was on him.

His lips capturing Xavier's in a heated kiss as he pressed more into him, making Xavier groan. Sylus' hand went to the front of his pants and undid them, pushing them off his hips just enough to pull out his cock. Xavier was whining as his hand began doing the same to Sylus' hands, discarding as much as he could.

Both men had their hands wrapped around the other's cocks, pumping them in time with one another. Sylus groaned against Xavier's lips as he spoke, "I sometimes forget just how naughty you can be," he groaned and Xavier let out a whimper when he felt Sylus sharply biting down on his lip.

"Mhm, you're the o-one ah," he groaned out when Sylus thumb pressed down on the head of his dick and it sent a shiver down his spine. He was so close, the cock head leaking ore cum that Sylus was able to use to help his glide on Xavier's throbbing dick.

"Saying something, bunny?" Sylus chuckled and Xavier let out another whine, his own pace picking up to help Sylus get to the cusp just like he was. Xavier didn't even say anything, instead another moan came out as he felt himself almost shaking. He was panting as he finally came, his cum coating Sylus' hand as the man worked his dick through it.

Sylus followed shortly behind, his own release was followed by a deep groan as he went to start sucking on Xavier's throat, leaving marks and bites in his wake. Xavier was panting as he finished, pulling his hand away.

He looked at his hand and Sylus chuckled as he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. They cleaned off their hands in silence, tucking themselves back into their pants, and turning…somewhat presentable. Xavier looked more of a mess with a bleeding lip and hickies all over his neck, but Sylus' only tell was the slight kiss swollen lips he had.

"Maybe I should start taking the train more often with you, that was fun." Sylus commented with a chuckle. Xavier let out an annoyed huff as he glared at Sylus.

"I'd rather not get arrested for public indecency…" Xavier murmured as he looked away. Sylus cupped his chin and brought him in for a quick kiss.

"Then we just can't get caught, isn't that right, angel?" he asked as he went to kiss his cheek, but instead nipped it. Xavier went to swat him away, but he had to admit that Sylus' chuckle was almost melodic.

"How about we just get home…" Xavier finally said and Sylus had to agree.

"Of course, after all, there's a lot more I'd like to do before Mephisto finds my bike. It might take all night for him, so we have plenty of time." Xavier shivered, but was accepting his fate. At least he could say Sylus kept him on his toes.

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Catfish: Exhibit(ionist) | NSFW

Soooooo I have an agenda for Sylus...and it's to be the biggest whore known to man. Also a major exhibitionist. I got like several other fics with him doing things in public because he's girly pop.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Sylus/Rafayel ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Bottom Rafayel, Top Sylus, Public Sex, Anal Sex, Kinda Caught, Bathroom Sex ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Catfish

Rafayel knew Sylus was going to be coming to his newest art exhibit. The man had been very adamant about the entire situation, after all. It wasn't like Rafayel cared too much of a criminal was going to be showing up to look at his paintings anyway. His public figure was mainly just because Thomas had been so insistent on it. He really didn't care one way or another. He enjoyed painting, so the thoughts that people had about his personal life didn't matter much to him.

Still, Rafayel was sipping on some champagne and looking around. He was trying to find the familiar flash of white hair, those piercing red eyes staring at him, but so far he had seen nothing of the sort. He wouldn't have even shown up if Sylus hadn't said he'd be here.

He was forced to entertain people who came up to him asking about his latest pieces and he played the part well, but his eyes never stopped shifting. He was about ready to call it in and assume Sylus had gotten caught up, when a large hand was wrapping around his waist.

"Sorry for being late," a cool voice spoke into his ear. Rafayel had just been in the middle of talking to someone interested in buying his piece when Sylus appeared. The client looked at the two, his eyes glaring as he went to speak up, "And I'll be taking this piece…ten million should be a good price, right?" clearly Sylus had heard their conversation. He had heard the man offer only half a million and decided to just stop the negotiations short with a crazy high price.

Rafayel watched at the potential client left and felt his shoulder's sagging in relief, "And here I thought you'd never show up, you kept me waiting too long," Rafayel's voice came out whiney as he looked at Sylus. The man was dressed well, but Rafayel noticed the collar he wore around his neck and shivered.

"I already apologized, what more could you want?" Sylus inquired. Rafayel could think of about fifty things off the top of his head that he'd be wanting from Sylus right now, and with the way his eyes went up and down his body, Sylus was able to figure it out.

Sylus took hold of Rafayel's arm, dragging him away from the hustle and bustle of the exhibit. He shouldn't have been surprised when suddenly he was being tossed into the bathroom. The place was large and pristine, as expected of something as fancy as Flux Arts. Nobody was currently in there as Sylus dragged him to the large stall.

Without hesitating Sylus was lifting Rafayel against a wall, trailing kisses along his jawline and down the exposed area of his chest. His lips carefully dragging over his mole as he put a heated kiss there.

Rafayel grabbed Sylus' hair, and dragged the man to meet him in a heated kiss. Both men groaning at the taste of one another, the sweet champagne that was still lingering on Rafayel's lips was intoxicating to Sylus. Sylus rolled his hips up into Rafayel, groaning when he could feel just how hard he already was in those tight pants.

The artist was already working his belt off, trying to get rid of anything he could and Sylus set him down for a moment as he worked his own pants off. "You're always so eager," Sylus commented once he got a glimpse of Rafayel's hard cock. It was already dripping pre cum and Sylus groaned at the thought of Rafayel waiting for him all day at the exhibit just to get railed.

"Well, what else do I have to look forward to at boring events like these?" Rafayel asked as Sylus was already grabbing him again. Instead of lifting him up though he moved Rafayel over the toilet. There was a metal bar going along the wall for someone to hold onto, and Rafayel figured exactly what Sylus was wanting.

He bent over, and showed off his ass with a small wiggle as he wrapped hold of the metal bar. He could hear the familiar cap opening and chuckled. Of course Sylus, of all people, would casually carry a small bottle of lube with him. He was always prepared to fuck in the most open places he could find.

Sylus' fingers began prodding at Rafayel's entrance, one of his fingers easily slipping in and he chuckled. "Guppy, don't tell me you prepared yourself before coming here." he slipped another finger inside of Rafayel's ass and began to scissor them, working him open as quickly as he could.

Rafayel let out a moan and nodded, "Of course I did, I didn't w-ah fu-fuck, didn't wanna waste time," he groaned out as he felt Sylus' long fingers fucking into him. He was already panting, his cock hanging heavily between his legs at the man took his fingers out.

Sylus poured some of the slippery lube onto his own dick before positioning himself at Rafayel's entrance, "What a needy fish. And they call me a whore…" Sylus said as he slipped some of his length into Rafayel.

The man gasped as he looked behind him, "When did I ever claim to be a saint?" he asked, then cried out when Sylus decided to just slam the rest of his length into him. Rafayel was gasping at the feeling as he closed his eyes.

Sylus didn't bother with the niceties, instead he began thrusting into him quickly. It was clear Rafayel wasn't in the mood to take things slow today, and Sylus would never deny the artist in moments like these. Rafayel let out a pretty, melodic moan as Sylus' dick began slamming right into his prostate, jolting his entire body forward with every thrust.

He did his best to keep himself grounded as his knuckles started to turn white from his grip on the metal bar. He'd be sore after this, that was for damn sure, and might not be able to walk out of here without a limp. In the moment though none of that actually mattered. The only thing on his mind was getting to cum as his cock leaked down, the dripping of it splashing into the water of the toilet underneath him.

Then the door opened, and footsteps were heard coming into the bathroom as some patron decided to waltz in. It didn't seem to bother Sylus in the slightest, but Rafayel felt his heart in his throat for a second as he bit down on his lip to try and stifle the groans leaving him. Not like it would help at all, not with the loud slapping of Sylus' balls hitting his ass with every thrust.

The steps stopped in the bathroom the moment Sylus' hand wrapped around Rafayel's cock and the artist let out a sinful moan that echoed inside the public restroom. Then the steps were hurried and the door slammed behind whoever had made their great escape.

"Awe, look at that, you scared them away," Sylus said in a mocking voice as he continued to stroke Rafayel.

"F-fuck, Sy," Rafayel gasped out, clearly not able to hold back anymore. His cock was throbbing, twitching in the other man's grasp, and he could feel Sylus' cock grazing his inner walls so clearly it was all he could think about.

"Come on, sweet fish, why don't you cum for me already," Sylus said, bending down so he could press a kiss along Rafayel's neck. Rafayel let out a small gasp when Sylus squeezed the tip of his cock, his thumb pressing right into the frenulum. He came with a cry, his cum dripping down into the toilet and splattering on the porcelain as Sylus continued stroking him through it.

He could heard Sylus' deep groan behind him, then the pulsing of his cock as he released ropes of cum inside of him. He worked them both through it, his thrusting turned more into a slow grind when they were both starting to come down, until finally he was pulling out.

Sylus was nice enough to grab some of the toilet paper and wiping a bit of his release off, but at the current state they were in the aftercare would have to be short. Not that Rafayel cared, he planned on taking Sylus back to the art studio later anyway. He stood up on shaky legs and began working his pants back on him, and he looked back to see Sylus had already tucked his dick back into his own pants.

Rafayel was about to say something when he felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket. He unlocked the device and saw a text from Thomas.

'Next time you're going to fuck your boyfriend, can you not do it at the exhibit?'

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Angelfish: Desperate | NSFW

I haven't written a lot of Rafayel with the other boys, so this morning I decided to change that. I love Rafayel. He's a good boy. My lil fish man and bunny boi.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Rafayel/Xavier ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Bottom Xavier, Top Rafayel, Riding, Unsafe Sex, Missionary, Anal Sex, Creampie ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Angelfish

Rafayel whined against Xavier's neck, his kisses hot and heavy on the other man. Small nips and sucks painted Xavier's neck and chest like constellations as Rafayel looked down at him, panting, "Xavier…" he said with a small moan.

Xavier was on his back, pressing into the couch as Rafayel pressed a few more choice kisses all over him before lifting Xavier's hips up. Both of them were needy and desperate, the tension in the room having snapped earlier when Xavier decided to kiss Rafayel on the back of the neck while he painted.

Hungry and desperate kisses were exchanged, making their lips wet and kiss swollen. Rafayel wasn't covered in hickeys like Xavier was, but there were clear marks from nails on his biceps.

Rafayel adjusted himself, pressing his cock against Xavier's tight heat. He was barely pushing in, practically teasing Xavier and himself as he closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing. Xavier looked up at the artist, "Hurry up," he mumbled, his voice a little breathy as he looked up at Rafayel.

"Haven't you ever heard of patience?" He asked, making the man below him pout. Rafayel felt his cheeks and ears heating up, never one to be able to handle how cute Xavier could be. It was something he would sometimes forget about him when they were away for too long.

Despite his cute appearance and usually more submissive behavior, he also tended to forget that Xavier was an incredibly strong deepspace hunter. Rafayel felt Xavier push him down onto the couch in one swift motion, crawling onto his lap and grabbing his cock now.

He let out a groan, feeling how Xavier lined him up against his entrance. Rafayel's eyes widened for a second, "X-Xavier, wait," it was too late.

Instead of easing onto his dick like Rafayel was trying to do, Xavier slammed down on it. His head was thrown back in a loud, almost pained moan from taking too much too fast, but it didn't seem like it was stopping him. Rafayel cursed under his breath as he looked at Xavier, his eyes lidded as the man began bouncing on his cock.

Xavier didn't bother taking things slow; the need in him was too great. When Rafayel had originally invited him over, he was expecting a little bit of fun. They hadn't seen one another in almost a month, so when he arrived and was given a nice dinner and then sat and watched the man paint because he 'had a deadline', he was…disappointed. Riling up the artist was the only way to get what he wanted.

Rafayel's hands found his way to Xavier's ass, guiding him along as they both chased their release. His eyes closed so he could savor the feeling of Xavier so tightly around him. Xavier's hands were now on his chest, leaving tiny scratches in his wake as he continued bouncing. His cock dripped onto Rafayel's abs as he looked down.

In another quick motion, Rafayel was sitting up, grabbing the back of Xavier's head and dragging him down for a kiss. Their teeth clacked together momentarily as Rafayel groaned at the taste of Xavier on his tongue. It was sloppy and desperate as Rafayel could feel his cock throbbing.

Xavier's hands went to his shoulders to squeeze harshly as he, too, was almost there. He shifted his angle on Rafayel's lap to get him to hit his sweet spot, and the moment he did, he was spilling all over their chests, letting out whines that Rafayel greedily drank up.

His legs stopped moving, settling onto Rafayel's lap as he tried to catch his breath, but Rafayel had other plans as he switched the position once more. Xavier found himself in the same position he had originally been in, but this time his legs were pressed to his chest as Rafayel slammed his cock into him.

Rafayel was whining, saying Xavier's name like a prayer. Each thrust jostled his body and made Xavier whine from the sensitivity. Finally, finally, Rafayel was able to cum, Xavier's ass milking him for all he was worth. When he finished, he placed his forehead against Xavier's and closed his eyes, taking in the moment.

I was almost tempted to make this longer, but then I remembered I still wanted to write a Sylus/Rafayel drabble and decided "Eh, good enough,"

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Coolranch: Swallow | NSFW

If anyone was wondering why their ship name is Coolranch on my blog...don't worry about it.

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Sylus/Zayne ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Bottom Zayne, Top Sylus, Begging, Men Crying, Stepping on a dick, spitting in mouth, teasing, orgasm denial, throat fucking ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Coolranch

The rope bit into Zayne's skin as he squirmed, his knees almost going numb from his position. The soft carpet being the only grace he had at the moment at feeling even somewhat comfortable. His cock was leaking all over his stomach as it was pressed against the skin there with the rope, his hands wanting to break free.

The hand on the back of his head gripped the hair there harshly as his teary eyes looked up. His jaw was aching as he felt wetness trailing down his cheeks. The thick cock in his mouth slowly sliding in and out as he was kept still.

"What a good job you're doing, kitten," the voice sounded so mocking above him. Sylus' red eyes never left Zayne, absolutely entertained by the man. He had mouthed off to him, seemingly thinking he could get away with it. Sylus had forced him on his knees, using his evol to keep him place at first, but then opting that he'd look prettier tied up in some baby blue ropes. Zayne's knees parted a little, making him sink down lower onto the carpet. His balls almost touching the carpet and at this point even that stimulation might be able to send him over the edge.

Zayne gasped, feeling Sylus evol forcing him back up on his knees into the proper position, a whine leaving the Dr's mouth at that. "Zayne, I don't think I told you that you could take a break," Sylus groaned, pulling Zayne's head off his cock. Zayne's mouth had a trail of saliva attaching it to the tip of Sylus' cock head. He swallowed thickly, trying to catch his breath. Zayne's chest was heaving as he looked at Sylus. How long had he been like this? Far too long if the burn in his throat and ache in his entire body was anything to go by.

"Open your mouth," Sylus instructed simply. Zayne hadn't done as he was told, his ears almost ringing as he tried focusing on the now. Sylus clicked his tongue as he grabbed Zayne's jaw. A small gasp escaped the man below him as his jaw was forced open. Zayne was now staring up at Sylus properly, watching the man as he spit. The trail of saliva slowly leaking down and into his mouth.

Zayne felt it go on his tongue, the liquid different than the copious amount of precum that had been resting on it early. Sylus forced Zayne's jaw shut, "Swallow it, sweetheart," he cooed. Zayne had little choice in the matter, swallowing the man's spit and flushing as he opened his mouth back up, panting and showing that he did as he was told, "Very good,"

Sylus then took his foot, pressing the sole of his leather shoe against Zayne's erection. Zayne let out a loud, whorish moan at the sudden stimulation. His cock jumping against his stomach as Sylus stepped on it, "Now if you want to cum, you better learn how to suck cock properly. And maybe stop mouthing off in the future, hm?" his voice was like a purr that drew Zayne in.

Sylus grabbed the back of his head again and Zayne's mouth opened without a second thought. He felt the heaviness of Sylus cock on his tongue again as it began fucking into the other man's mouth. He was back to barely being able to breath, letting out pathetic whimpers as Sylus dick his the back of his throat. He had to stop himself from gagging, doing whatever he could to please the man. He wanted to cum, it had been too long as his cock head was red and weeping against his stomach.

Zayne whined, the tears streaming back down his cheeks. He was trying his best, using his tongue on the underside of Sylus' cock in hopes that would do anything. All it earned him was a cruel laugh from the man as the dick continued pounding into his throat. Zayne tried to squirm again, but it was doing nothing. He would just have to be good for a little while longer. Allow Sylus to abuse his throat and be a good boy like he was supposed to be. If he kept it up, he'd eventually be allowed to cum. Little did he know, Sylus had planned on making sure he was rewarded for his efforts, ten fold.

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Snowangel: Restraint | NSFW

Hello! First drabble posted to the blog, and it's something sweet with Snowangel! Hope y'all enjoy!

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ Pairing: Zayne/Xavier ⋆˙⟡♡ Warnings: Hand Jobs, Bruising, Tender ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Disclaimers: I do not own Love and Deepspace; it's property of Infold. This post included boy's love. If you dislike, please block and move on. All characters depicted are 18+. Minors do not interact. These fics are unedited drabbles that I wrote up, so apologies for typos.

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Snowangel

He was bruised, but not too injured. Zayne had invited Xavier over for dinner just to see the man after a long day at the hospital. He had shown up in sleeping attire, a soft white hoodie covering his top and sweatpants. It looked like he had just rolled out of bed after Zayne had called him over, and judging by the small yawn and bed head, that was the most likely case.

Still, the moment he walked through the doors he had been on Zayne, pressing kisses and pulling his shirt out of his pants. His hands trailing along his side as he tried to undress him as the first thing on his agenda. Zayne wasn't too shocked, it had been more than two weeks since they had last seen one another.

Xavier was desperate, and it wasn't until he was laying on the couch, underneath Zayne, did the man realize the markings on him. The subtle bruises on his thighs and hips. Zayne's hands went over them, pressing gently and making Xavier flinch. He murmured out an apology, but didn't prod to see how he ended up with the marks. They didn't look like combat marks, at the very least, and the size could only remind Zayne of a certain crow.

"Zayne, please," Xavier took Zayne's wrist and trailed it down his abs and slowly to the hem of his pants. Zayne leaned over and locked his lips with Xavier, both moan moaning at the contact. Xavier could taste the subtle mint on his lips as his tongue played with his own. Zayne's hand went into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking Xavier as he rolled up into his touch.

He was already hard and leaking, it was clear he had been thinking about this ever since Zayne sent out the test message. His eyes were pleading for more after Zayne lifted up off of him. His hand went to press against Xavier's ass, one finger against his hole, and watched as he winced.

"You're sore," Zayne stated this as a fact. Xavier blushed and looked away, covering his mouth. "It won't be comfortable if we…" Zayne stopped at he noticed the almost bratty look in the man's eyes, "No," it was a simple word that had Xavier whining.

"I need-" Xavier was cut off as he watched Zayne lift off. His heart was pounding as he tried to sit up on the couch, only to have Zayne press down on his chest and push him further into the plush of the sofa. Xavier could only watch as Zayne pulled out his own cock, stroking his erection and groaning.

He leaned back down to Xavier, pressing a kiss to his cheek. His cock now rubbing against the softness of Xavier's skin. Xavier rolled his hips, wanting to feel it on his own dick.

Zayne's hands were larger than his own, but even then when they wrapped around both their cocks he couldn't fully engulf them. Still, it was enough to have Xavier throwing his head back onto the couch cushions.

"Z-zayne, please, more, I need…" Xavier was groaning out as Zayne began stroking both their cocks together. The sensation of Zayne's cock on his own, how it was twitching and leaking onto his own head had Xavier's mind going fuzzy. Zayne didn't stop his ministrations, intent on getting them both off just like this.

"Need more, please, snowflake," Xavier was begging now, wanting to feel his length inside of him. Zayne pressed another kiss to his lips to shush him.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Zayne murmured out. He knew he was girthy, and if Xavier was already sore then it would only leave him in more pain come tomorrow morning. Instead he worked on hiking one of Xavier's legs up against his waist so he could begin thrusting his hips against Xavier's cock.

It didn't take long, both men were needy for one another's touch. Xavier was the first to cum, letting out angelic moans and small praises of Zayne's name off the top of his tongue. Zayne followed soon after, his cum joining Xavier's in coating his hand. After a few seconds he pressed his forehead against Xavier's and closed his eyes. Both men just laying there, enjoying one another's company for the moment.

Aaaaaaand there we go. Also hope y'all know Zayne only knows that it was Sylus' handiwork because he's been there and done that about 50 times with him.

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⋆˙⟡♡ In love with all the boys from Love and Deepspace. Writing BL NSFW content for them. If you don't like, don't follow. Block and move on please. Main blog is HavenofWriting.

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-`♡´- I will be writing requests if I feel like it. If your request inspired me, then I will do it. Just remember these are all drabbles, so nothing too detailed. Also one character per ask in the box.

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Custom Hashtags ･:*࿔.ೃ❀°

These are all of the custom hashtags for the blog! I have individual hashtags for the boys depending on the type of content that'll be features in their fics, as well as their ship names!

Asks:

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Ask

Ramblings:

໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ Bunny can't shut up

Submissions:

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Submission

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ Xavier

Fluff:

.₊⊹.˖.Binky Xavie.₊⊹.˖.

Angst:

✧˖°. Crying Bunny ✧˖°.

Smut:

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Xavier's Heat ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა Zayne

Fluff:

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆Snow Day

Angst:

⋆⁺₊❅.Frozen Tears

Smut:

⋆꙳•❅• •❆ ₊⋆Seal Slapping

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ Rafayel

Fluff:

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼Happy Splashes

Angst:

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼Fish Flop

Smut:

⋆⭒𓆟⋆｡˚𖦹𓆜✩⋆Ebb Day

____________⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆____________

໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა Sylus

Fluff:

˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗ּ ֶָ֢.Cooing Raven

Angst:

𓅯 𓇢𓆸Ruffled Feathers

Smut:

˗ˏˋ 𓅰 ˎˊ˗Nesting Crow

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Ship Names:

Bear in mind that these are generalized names for the ships. If you want to specifically find a fic where one character is the top and the other is the bottom, I always will do a character/character tag where the top is the first character listed

Xavier & Zayne

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ Snowangel

Xavier & Rafayel

‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩ Angelfish

Xavier & Sylus

(„• ֊ •„)੭ Fallenangel

Zayne and Rafayel

｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡ Icefishing

Zayne and Sylus

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Coolranch

Rafayel and Sylus

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ Catfish

Line Dividers by @ cafekitsune

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⋆˙⟡♡ Sylus ♡⟡˙⋆

♡ Sylus - Local crow man who manages to not get his feather's ruffled too much when we're trying to tease him. Will do anything for his love. ♡

Fallenangel (Sylus/Xavier)

-`♡´- Train Hopper | NSFW | Sylus/Xavier

Coolranch (Sylus/Zayne)

-`♡´- Swallow | NSFW | Sylus/Zayne

-`♡´- Office Window | NSFW | Sylus/Zayne

-`♡´- Gawk Gawk | NSFW | Sylus/Zayne

Catfish (Sylus/Rafayel)

-`♡´- Exhibit(ionist) | NSFW | Sylus/Rafayel

Others (Other ships)

-`♡´- Still Under Construction

Line Divider by @ cafekitsune

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⋆˙⟡♡ Rafayel ♡⟡˙⋆

♡ Rafayel - Our pouty fish man who has tons of sass and a lot of love to get. He's clingy but he has his reasons. Might blow bubbles at you. ♡

Angelfish (Rafayel/Xavier)

-`♡´- Desperate | NSFW | Rafayel/Xavier

-`♡´- Take My Hand | SFW | Xavier/Rafayel (AO3)

-`♡´- Poolside Heat | NSFW | Xavier/Rafayel

Icefishing (Rafayel/Zayne)

-`♡´- Still Under Construction

Catfish (Rafayel/Sylus)

-`♡´- Exhibit(ionist) | NSFW | Sylus/Rafayel

Others (Rafayel/Others)

-`♡´- Still Under Construction

Line Divider by @ cafekitsune