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Home is in Your Arms

Pairings: BratTamer!Zayne x Bratty!Reader (f)

Summary: Zayne and you have spent the last few weeks apart due to conflicting, busy schedules. Tonight is fully dedicated to each other and catching up on all that missed time.

Content Warnings: 18+; MDNI; reader is an office worker; Tara makes a brief appearance; mentions of Nero; busy schedules; tons of teasing; fluff; domesticated life; established relationship; grinding; cunnilingus; missionary sex; dirty talk; reader being a brat; Zayne being a tamer :P; creampie; post-orgasm cuddling; L-bombs; probably missing other tags, I apologize; 5.4k words

Notes from Leira: Ya girl is a wee bit nervous about dropping this little number since it's my first time posting my writing on Tumblr in manyyy years, but I felt pretty good about how well I think it turned out. I hope whoever's eyes, if any, are pleased <3.

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There is no greater feeling than clocking out on a Friday. Especially after a grueling week full of early mornings and even later nights. Overtime truly isn’t for the weak. With a tired sigh, you gather up your work bag and turn the light off in your cubicle.

��Let’s get out of here before something else comes up.” A voice pipes up behind you, and you turn to see Tara. Your friend and fellow coworker is playfully looking around, as if waiting for the boogeyman to appear. “If I get another email about the Calico presentation, I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions.”

You smile, slinging your work bag over your shoulder and leading the way to the elevators. You hit the down button and lean on the wall. “After next Wednesday, we’ll be free women. The projects will be done and we’ll be transitioning out of the busy season. We just gotta keep it together until then.”

A small pout forms on Tara’s red-tinted lips. “What if I have Nero plant a virus in the mainframe and just destroy the entire system?”

The elevator pings before you could answer, and the two of you step inside. Tara taps the button for the lobby. “I didn’t know you hated Nero enough to get him fired. A shame too, I always liked him.”

Tara giggles, digging around in her bag to retrieve her phone. “So, what are your plans for the weekend? There’s a food festival in Azure Square tomorrow, but I might be too tired to go.”

You hum softly to yourself. “I’m not sure. I think I’ll take it easy and stay inside this weekend. I feel like I’ve seen the walls of my cubicle more than my room lately.”

“You’re not gonna spend some time with your hot doctor?” Tara teases as the doors open into the lobby. “With all the OT you’ve been clocking and his infamous busy schedule, I assumed you’d be inside his skin all weekend, God willing.”

A snort from you as you both head towards the revolving front doors and exit your office building onto the streets of downtown Linkon. You make your way toward the train station, pulling out your phone. Even if she was joking, Tara was correct. With your recently conflicting schedules, you hadn’t been able to see your favorite doctor in over two weeks. “You make a good point. Give me a second.”

“Take your time. I’m gonna run in here and grab some snacks for later.” Tara makes a detour into a convenience store and your park yourself on a nearby bench, placing your ringing phone to your ear.

Just when you think you’ll have to leave a message, the line opens. “Good evening, Miss. Salarywoman.”

Before you realize it, you’re grinning from ear to ear at that familiar soft-spoken voice. “Good evening, Dr. Zayne. Are you busy?”

There’s an small, amused hum from him at the use of his title. “I just arrived back to my office to finish some paperwork. Are you on your way home?”

“I am,” you nod, “I was debating if I should pop up at the hospital, so we could go home together. Is the paperwork more important than me?” The pout in your tone is loud and clear.

Zayne chuckles. “The paperwork is quite important,” he responds slyly. “However, you know you are my most important priority. I’ll see you when you arrive. Be safe.”

Another dazzling smile lights up your face. “Yes, sir.”

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Walking into Akso Hospital, you bask in the cool air caressing your heated skin. As the seasons change and the weather heats up, you really begin to question your decision to not buy a car when you moved into the city.

But, why spend all that money when the train worked just fine and when you could always ride passenger-princess style in Zayne’s car. As you breeze through the hallways, you greet a couple of familiar faces. Dr. Greyson greets you with a knowing smile and a quick side hug.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but our dear Dr. Zayne is definitely in need of his Vitamin You fix. Your timing couldn’t be better,” Greyson teases.

You smirk, playfully hitting Greyson’s shoulder as you continue your walk. “Don’t worry, Greyson. I’m clocking in for the night shift as we speak.” Greyson’s light laughter echoes gently in the quiet hallways as you go your separate ways.

Moments later, you reach Zayne’s office door. The anticipation of finally seeing him after so long wins out against using your manners to knock and notify him of your presence. Instead, you barge right in.

He's seated at his desk, glasses in place, and fingers flying across the keyboard with quick and precise taps. He doesn’t speak as you shut the door behind you and approach him.

You quietly sit on the edge of desk and take a look around. His office is neat, not a pen out of place. The bratty urge to start rearranging everything to mark your presence begins to bubble in your stomach, but you remain still.

Instead, you pick up a framed photo near your hand. It’s not like you’ve never seen the photo before, in fact you have a copy on your own desk. Any time you can encapsulate the love and affection that beam through the quiet man’s expressive eyes whenever he’s genuinely happy, you take full advantage. Your smile is bright in the photo; his face is partially hidden in your hair, but the joy in his bright hazel eyes is evident.

You place the photo back down and shift your gaze to the real-life man in front of you. To your surprise, he’s already staring back at you. Hazel eyes beaming with amusement with his arms across his chest.

“Did you enjoy your trip down memory lane?”

You wrinkle your noise playfully and cross your legs. “Always. But, I’ve been up and down memory lane so much these few weeks, I’m sure the soles of my shoes have been worn away.”

The amusement in Zayne’s eyes fades into something softer. Without a word, he takes your hand and gently pulls you into his lap. With his arms wrapped tightly around you, he buries his nose into your hair and breathes in deeply. You can feel his body relaxing as he slowly exhales. “I missed you too…” His voice is almost silent in the quiet room.

Neither of you speak. You just allow yourselves to savor the warmth and presence of the other after being apart for so long.

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Exiting the hospital, your hand is tightly gripping Zayne’s as you follow a half-step behind him towards his parked car. As you walk, you’re chattering away about your current projects at work and all the overtime you’ve had to clock. Zayne listens patiently, humming in acknowledgement to show he’s actually listening.

At the car, he opens the door for you and protects your head as you slide into the seat. Before you can do it yourself, he leans in close and buckles your seatbelt.

A cheeky smile spreads across your face. “Dr. Zayne is aware that I’m fully capable of buckling my own seatbelt, correct?” You can’t help the sarcastic remark.

“He does, indeed,” Zayne’s signature smirk graces his face. He’s still close enough that you can smell the sweetness of candy on his breath. “But, he wants to do it anyway. And he knows you’ll be good and let him.” Soft lips brush across your nose and then the door shuts.

Badump. Badump. Badump. Badump.

A slow, deep inhale to slow your heart. You watch Zayne cross in front of the car and slide into the driver’s seat. Once he’s safely buckled in, he glances over at you. “Ready?”

Words fail you for some odd reason, so you just nod. A sudden heat has cascaded over your body. Trying not to show it, you softly clear your throat and cross your ankles in front of you. Then, you do what you do best when you’re flustered. Deflect.

“Soooo,” you hum, turning your gaze towards the window, “I’ve told you all about what I’ve been up to. How was Dr. Zayne’s last few weeks?”

“You’re asking as if we haven’t been in contact every day.” He cruises easily through traffic, which is relatively heavy due the public’s rush to get home after a long day of work. “Do you want to pick something up for dinner? I can stop at that dumpling place you love.”

You can’t help but smile. Even still, the need to tease burns through you. “The dumpling place that I love, huh? You don’t like it?” You turn to face him, watching his handsome features remain calm and stoic despite your teasing.

“Their dumplings are very good. I especially like the dessert ones.”

“Of course you do,” you giggle loudly, earning a small smirk from him as he keeps his eyes on the road. Ever the safety tyrant. “The dumpling place sounds lovely.” You finally grace his proposed question with an answer. “And we’ll definitely need to get those dessert dumplings for my dear Dr. Zayne.”

You earn a chuckle this time, along with a slight shake of his head at your antics. “Definitely.”

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With the dumplings secured in Zayne’s hands, you take the initiative to unlock the front door of his home. Kicking your shoes off, your socked feet pad softly against the hardwood floor towards the kitchen.

You flick on the lights and quickly wash your hands before you start digging around in Zayne’s fridge for drinks. You can hear Zayne unpacking the dumplings on the counter behind you. Drinks in hand, you bump the fridge door closed with your hip. “How tired are you, right now?”

Zayne glances up briefly, as he organizes the dumplings onto a matching set of plates. “Are you trying to make plans for after dinner or something?”

Setting the drinks down, you lean on the counter. “I’m just wondering how the night will play out. That’s all…”

Something about the way in which the words spill from your lips causes Zayne’s movements to slow to a stop. He gives you his full attention as he grips the edge of the counter and leans in closer to you.

He watches your eyes shift quickly down to his lips and back up to his eyes. He wonders if you even realize how much you’re giving away to him right now. Maybe you do and don’t care. It has been a few weeks since you two have shared a space, shared food, shared a bed…

He can’t help the smile that crosses his face. Instead of getting pulled into your orbit, he leans back and resumes his duty of organizing the dumplings onto the plates. Where’s the fun in just giving you what you when you want it?

“I’ll bring the food and drinks. Why don’t you go find us something to watch. We can finish that show we started a while back.”

Slightly thrown off by his dismissal, you find yourself in the living room and grabbing the remote to queue up the aforementioned television show. Throwing yourself on the couch, you can feel a particular emotion scratching up your throat. It takes a few seconds to register as frustration. The more time you spend in Zayne’s presence, the more the frustration begins to grow.

It’s been weeks since you were last together. Weeks since you felt his lips on your lips; his hands roaming your body as if every inch belongs to him (be real, it does); those eyes watching your every movement, cataloging every moan and whimper he pulls from the deep depths within you; his tongue—

“What are you doing?”

You physically startle at that voice. Looking up, you see Zayne eyeing you with an eyebrow raised. Coming out of your daze, you realize that you were staring blankly at the home screen of the streaming service. Remote poised to pull up that show. Frozen in time. You feel your face heat up immediately. “Uh, I, um…”

Sitting next to you, Zayne’s expression turns to a concerned one. His hands gently press against your cheeks and neck. Doctor mode activated. “You’re a little warm. Are you feeling alright?” His hand drops from your cheek to your neck, fingers brushing a particularly sensitive spot.

You squeak. Actually squeak. It shocks you and Zayne both. Covering your mouth, you shift away from him. “I didn’t mean to do that. You, um, your hand…I got ticklish.”

“Hm…” Zayne doesn’t speak. Those eyes slowly scan you from head to toe and your body temperature continues to rise. “Do you want some water?” He finally asks, hazel gaze meeting yours.

“Sounds good.” Your words are barely audible. It isn’t until he’s a safe enough distance away in the kitchen that you release a breath and slump into the cushions of the couch. You’re not even sure why you’re feeling so embarrassed. As you listen to Zayne pouring your cup of water, you finally queue up that show and pull your legs up onto the couch.

“Here, love,” his soft voice caresses your ear as he hands you the water from over your shoulder. You take it with a gentle “thank you” and he goes to turn off the lights. He sits close to you, placing your legs in his lap.

The silence that follows is one you’re familiar with. It’s comfortable, safe, soothing. So very Zayne. You eat and provide commentary during the show. Zayne chimes in every now and then, providing his own opinions of the show’s plot lines. You fall back into the domesticated routine you know so well with him. You finally feel home for the first time in weeks.

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Once the dumplings have been consumed, you snuggle closer to Zayne—feeling the need to be deeper within his presence. His arm slides around you, his nose burying itself in your hair, his body relaxing even further into the cushions. You know these signs as Zayne finally feeling home as well. His fingers, which have been slowly massaging your bare calf are now drawing light circles up and down your leg below your skirt.

Your throat is itching again. The frustration returning. You don’t move, waiting to see what he does next. The show is no longer important.

Zayne softly snuggles the top of your head and you feel him pull you closer. You’re not sure if it’s your individual body heat or the combined heat of you both, but you’re warm again. His touch is gradually becoming more and more distracting.

But, you notice, he’s not initiating anything. It’s as if he only wants to be close and feel your skin on his skin. Nothing more, nothing less.

The show continues, but you’re no longer watching. You’re plotting. Scheming. How can you get him to give you what you want without admitting anything?

Zayne’s certain you’re unaware of how obvious you’re being right now. He knows the show has long since lost its hold on you. He knows his caressing is sending you into a spiral. Your breathing has changed, it’s a little faster. Your thighs are pressed together. And you’ve been squirming in his lap for the last ten minutes.

A scheme is being plotted, for sure. But not yours. His.

He drops his head, bringing his lips down to your ear. As if by accident, but definitely on purpose, he gently brushes the shell of your ear. The light shudder that speeds down your spine is delicious. “You don’t seem to be paying attention anymore. Are you sleepy?”

The deep inhale and exhale you perform does not slip by unnoticed. Zayne’s opened a door for you. Admitting to being sleepy will mean this cuddle session can move into the bedroom. He’s almost made it too easy for you, honestly. “Yeah, I actually am. I guess all that OT is catching up to me.”

A proud hum settles in his chest. Good girl. “Let’s have a bath and get you into bed then, shall we?”

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The bath water is warm and far too relaxing. Zayne even added bubbles and dimmed the lights. You could almost fall asleep. Almost. If not for the large man whose solid, bare chest and a solid something else was pressing against your back. Whose strong, but gentle hands were sliding up and down your arms. Soft breaths brushing across your neck. There was no way you could actually relax. However, your torturer seemed almost in a daze as he rested against the side of the tub, legs spread to fit you perfectly in between.

Truth be told…he looked too serene. Looking over your shoulder, you’re met with his handsome face. His eyes are closed, jaw unclenched, eyebrows relaxed. He looked so peaceful, you actually second-guessed your next actions. You know how busy the hospital keeps him on a daily basis. He loves his job, there was no doubt in that, but it takes its toll. He even lost a patient last week. The first one in almost half a year.

That burning frustration begins to melt into guilt. Zayne was probably just trying to enjoy the first moment of peace he’s had in weeks, and you’ve been focused on how to jump his bones. Or rather…how to get him to jump your bones. What a terrible girlfriend.

“Why don’t you just turn around, so you don’t have to keep breaking your neck to look at me.” His eyes don’t even open and he didn’t move a muscle, except for the miniscule smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You flick water at him and turn around anyway, sitting fully in his lap now. His arms circle your waist and pull you closer. “Be honest, you have an extra set of eyes somewhere, don’t you?” You begin to playfully poke at his arms and chest.

Zayne keeps his eyes closed, but his smirk shifts into a smile. “I don’t need more than one set of eyes to feel when you’re staring holes into my face, love.”

A huff and an eyeroll from you. You let silence cover you both as you slide your arms around his shoulders, nails lightly dragging across the nape of his neck. “Zayne…”

He hums softly in acknowledgement, eyes still closed.

A beat of silence. Of contemplation. Then, the confession. “I really you missed these past few weeks.”

Hazel eyes finally meet yours. Zayne shifts to press his forehead against yours. The unflinching eye contact seems to cause another heat wave throughout your body. Or maybe that was all in your head and you’re just warm from the water. His hand cups the side of your face and soft lips are against yours instantly. Your lashes flutter close and you lean desperately into the kiss.

Finally, finally, finally! Weeks of missing this, weeks of dreaming about this, and it’s finally become reality again.

Your tongue brushes against his and a quiet whimper breathes out of your nose. Zayne’s hand slides to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You don’t realize it, but your hips are moving. Slowly, at first. A slow whine that drags your clit against his hardening shaft. That whimper from earlier morphs into a full moan.

Your hips keep moving; pleasure licking its way slowly up and down your spine. That familiar tingle in your stomach grows bigger and bigger. Your body feels like an open flame, burning hotter and hotter with each roll of your hips. It’s all happening so fast. But, it’s been weeks and you need it so bad. Need him so bad.

“Sweetheart,” that voice is in your ears again. You can hardly concentrate; your brain is melting inside your skull as your head tilts back. Another moan crawls its way out of your throat. You hear that honeyed voice again. Firmer. The stern tone of voice causing your hips to freeze in place. “Look at me.”

Your eyes, which you don’t remember closing, open to meet his gaze. You gasp softly at the intense burning in his irises. Your senses return to your consciousness and you realize a few things in quick succession.

First, Zayne’s body is incredibly tense. You recognize this as him holding back, him fighting off the pleasure he surely felt alongside you earlier. Second, his grip around your waist and at the back of your head have tightened in an almost painful way. The weakening fire inside flares instantly and you moan, trying to move your hips again. But, you can’t. “Zayne.” A whimper of his name. His expression doesn’t change but you see the raging fire in those eyes. “Zayne.” You try again.

You watch him watch you. Gaze unhurried and calm. His head tilts to the side. And when he smirks, your danger sense starts sounding in the back of your mind. “I thought good girls asked for their pleasure. I didn’t realize they just took it without permission. Explain yourself.”

You can barely form a singular word that’s not his name, let alone formulate some explanation for his stupid question. “I-…I need…Zayne, come on…” That’s all you got right now. But, you can see it’s not enough as he sits and waits for his explanation. Your eyes burn with unshed tears, trying to move but his embrace is rock solid. The implication is clear: you’re not going anywhere or doing anything until he says so.

“Try again.” His voice, chilled like a snowy day in December, sends a shiver throughout your body. “Good girls get rewarded when they do what they’re told, right?”

You nod frantically.

“I’m waiting…”

A deep inhale as you force your brain to think. Just as concepts of thoughts begin to stick together in your mind, you feel it. His fingers slipping between your legs. Light brushes against your clit. Not enough to do anything except make you tremble and whine. What a dick. That thought is loud and clear in your mind.

“Mmm…glaring at me won’t change anything, love.” The amusement in his voice pisses you off. “Use that big, pretty brain of yours. I know you’re fully capable.” His middle finger circles your nub slowly, so lightly you barely feel it but it still sends burning flames down to your fingertips and toes.

Your curse and struggle harder against his strong hold. “Zayne…it’s been so long…” you breath. A change in tactic is needed. You know he wants you to ask (read: beg) for him to fuck you. But, why should you? You lean closer, kissing him softly before nipping at his bottom lip. “I thought you missed me. You need it too, baby. I know you do. I can feel it.”

You lower your voice, something between a breath and a whisper directly into his ear. “Didn’t you think about me at all while we were apart? Hmm? Didn’t you dream about having me in your arms like this again? Pressed so closely against you. Riding you until you,” an involuntary moan escapes as your own fantasies briefly take over you, “until you’re cumming so deep inside…”

You hear it. Faint in the grand scheme of it all. But it might as well have been echoing through a megaphone into your ear. Zayne’s soft moan. His grip on you shifts, loosening just enough for you to reach down and bump his hand out of the way. A few slow, deliberate pumps of his shaft, and a quick twirl of your thumb across the tip…hook, line, and sinker.

Water splashing fills the quiet bathroom and you find yourself propped up against the edge of the tub; hands planted on the platform leading to the two steps; legs spread. A quite open and vulnerable position. You’re trembling with excitement and anticipation. Making Zayne lose his cool was one of your favorite past times.

Speaking of, the man in question places a firm hand between your shoulders blades—effectively keeping you in place. When you feel his tip gliding up and down against your lips, catching against your clit every pass, your trembling cranks up to full blown shaking. “Do it!”

“Oooh,” Zayne chuckles darkly. “My little brat is so demanding today. You know that’s not going to get you what you want. Try again.”

A noise of frustration bubbles out of you as you struggle against his hold. You’re somehow back where you started. Damn him! “You’re so mean to me!”

“Am I?” He questions, teasing you further by slipping his tip just inside your sopping hole. Not enough, of course. Just a taste. Just to bait you. Zayne knows your little seducing dirty talk trick from earlier was supposed to get him to lose his cool. But, his little brat would have to try harder than that.

However, you were entirely correct. He really did need you and not a single night passed that he didn’t ruin his sheets thinking about you. “So mean to her, she says. But, I left work early. Abandoned some very important paperwork. I drove her home so she wouldn’t have to take the train after such a long day. I bought her dinner. I snuggled with her. I’m giving her a bath before bed. Where’s the meanness, sweetheart? Tell me.”

The entire time he’s talking, he’s switching between teasing his tip just barely inside and brushing it against your clit repeatedly. You’re actually so close to your orgasm, you’d be embarrassed if you were in your right mind. “Oh my god, I’m so close. Zayne, baby…fuck…” You’re whimpering again.

And then….he stops moving. You cry. You genuinely start crying. You’re not sure if the words you’re saying make sense, but you’re sobbing enough to make him flip you over onto your back and drop to his knees in the water. Strong hands spread your thighs apart and a soft warm tongue is slipping between your lips. He kisses your clit, so swollen it's peeking from between the safety of your equally swollen lips.

Then, he gently sucks it between his lips and one flick of the tip of his tongue sends white-hot pleasure all throughout your body. You’re pretty sure you’re screaming. Most likely his name and that you love him. Don’t quote yourself, though.

Your mind goes blank. It’s just burning pleasure continuously rolling over you, wave after wave after wave. It’s so good. It’s exactly what you wanted. What you needed. When you finally float back down to Earth, you’re on soft sheets with Zayne above you. He’s kissing all over your face and neck, murmuring something that sounds like praises. You reach up and pull him down for a kiss to ground yourself.

“Welcome back,” he teases you.

“Shut up.” A chuckle as he nuzzles your cheek. “I thought brats didn’t get rewards.” You uttered.

A playful snort from the man above you. “You don’t remember begging and pleading with me and apologizing for being a brat while you were crying?”

You immediately cover his mouth to stop him from retelling any more embarrassing moments. He gazes down upon you with eyes full of amusement and joy. They’re so bright and happy, you drop your hands and sigh. “You suck.” Your arms slide back around his shoulders and his lips are on yours again.

His hands are gentle, featherlight as they graze down your body before grabbing ahold of your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he slowly pushes inside you. You both moan into the other’s mouth; the kiss becomes increasingly sloppier. Your breaths intermingle, but you both refuse to part. You’re so full of him, the stretch every time he dives deeper and deeper causing an arch in your spine.

“Oh my god,” you finally detach yourself from his lips. Your head falls back into the pillows, a broken moan escaping into the air.

Zayne is tucked in the crevice between your neck and shoulder. His moans growing in volume with each passing stroke. “S’good, baby. It’s so damn good. Never again are we going this long without this. You understand me?” His hips smack roughly against yours.

A loud gasp from you, before you whimper, “yes!” Your nails rip down his back; he doesn’t flinch, just groans and shudders against you. His pace remains slow, but he’s reaching so deeply you can’t do anything but cry and hold onto him. It’s building again. Stronger this time, which is scary. You try to warn him, “Zayne, I’m gonna—you’re gonna make me—.”

But, he already knows. How could he not with the death grip you currently had over him? He could barely pull out. “Let go for me, love. You want to give it to me, right? It’s mine anyway. Cum for me.”

You can’t breathe as your vision goes white and you arch up into the heavens. No sounds can find their way into the open space even with your mouth open. A beat passes. Two. Three. Then… “Holy fucking—oh my god, I’m—.” You can’t even get the words out through all your moaning and squirming under his heavy weight.

“Breathe, baby.” He snickers, hips still rolling, lips pressed to your ear. “You sound so good when you cum for me. God, I love you.” A wet, hot kiss to your neck. More praises. More confessions of love. A full body shudder underneath him. More whimpering from you. That telltale tightening. “Came again, huh?”

“Feel s’fucking good, baby,” you slur your words, fully drunk off the pleasure currently drowning you. “Don’t stop. Please. Cum inside me. I wanna feel it so bad. I’ve been so good, right? I deserve it, right?”

How could he argue against that? When you beg so sweet, when you hold him so tightly like he’ll float away if you don’t anchor him down, when you moaning straight into his damn ear. “Oh…fuck…” The curse slips from lips; usually only revealed during passionate times such as these. He’s so close. He’s been close, to be honest. But, what kind of lover would he be if didn’t make sure you are well taken care of first?

You know he’s close. All the signs all there. The harsh gripping of your thighs. His teeth sinking into your neck. Your name falling from his lips again and again like a prayer. No, a promise. You hold him close. What was it he said earlier? Oh yeah… “Let go for me, love. You want to give it to me, right? It’s mine anyway. Cum for me.”

He gasps softly against you. A loud, broken moan echoes through the room. You feel it. Pulse after pulse after pulse. He’s actually moaning so loudly. A burst of pride explodes in your chest, having finally successfully gotten your ever cool and aloof lover to drop his control. You whisper praises into his ear as he continues to rock his hips into yours and tremble. Until, the room falls silent.

“Damn,” you giggle after a while, “maybe we do need to start spending more time apart like this.”

He pinches your side, chuckling when you squeal and fight against his hold. Zayne allows himself a few moments of post-orgasm bliss before getting started with his aftercare. Once you’re both cleaned up and in your pajamas, you’re back in his arms. He rests on his back with you splayed across his chest. Your eyes are bright and unguarded as you stare down at him. His heart clenches and he can’t help but admit it again, “I love you.”

A shy smile from you as lean in and kiss him tenderly. “I love you.” You nuzzle his nose. “You are everything I never knew I needed and more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. “How could I go when you’re the embodiment of the life I never thought I would have or deserved.”

You pinch his nose, snickering delicately at his furrowed brow. Then, “you deserve the world.”

“You deserve the world. Way more than me.”

Laying your head on his chest, you listen to his heart. Calm, steady, strong. Just like its owner. You can’t help but place a kiss there. His arms tighten around you. Your exhaustion is finally catching up to you. But, before you full succumb, you murmur, “I guess we’ll just have to find a world to give each other, huh?”

Fingers drifting up and down your back as you let sleep take over before he can respond, Zayne can only smile to himself. A kiss to the top of your cute, sleeping head. “I guess we do. Goodnight, my love.”

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