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Listen to Flesh by Simon Curtis while reading… you’ll thank me later :)
The gym was quiet this late at night, lights buzzing overhead, mirrors lining the walls. The air still smelled faintly of sweat and cheap perfume, but Zee liked it this way — empty, silent, safe. No one around to stare at him, no curious eyes watching him lift, no one to notice the way his tank top clung to his chest when he finished a set. He had enough of attention to probably last him a life time.
He racked the barbell carefully, wiping the sweat from his forehead, adjusting his glasses with the same precise touch. Zee wasn’t the type to linger or the type to make small talk. He keeps to himself or prefers to stay within the circles of his close friends. He prefers to be lost in the background, the shadows. He prefers books and quiet nights as opposed to loud and party life. The gym after hours was his sanctuary.
At least, it was supposed to be.
“Knew I’d catch you here.”
The voice curled through the air, low and teasing. Zee froze, every nerve firing at once. He turned sharply, eyes wide.
Nunew leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, shirt hanging big and loose over his frame on top of his shorts. Pretty like always. His smile was wicked, eyes glinting under the fluorescent lights like he knew every secret Zee had ever tried to keep.
“N–Nunew,” Zee stammered, heat rushing to his face. “It’s late, you’re not supposed to—”
“Exactly.” Nunew pushed off the wall, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as he walked towards him like he owned the place. “But there is no one around to stop me.”
Zee backed up without realizing, step by step until his shoulders brushed cold glass. His reflection from the mirror on the opposite wall stared back at him — flushed, messy-haired, cornered.
Nunew stopped just short, tilting his head, lips curving. “I haven’t seen you around in a while. Have you been hiding from me P’Zee?”
“I—I haven’t—”
“Don’t lie.” Nunew’s palm landed against the mirror beside Zee’s head, caging him in. His body radiated heat, so close Zee could smell his perfume and faint scent of peonies; probably from his shampoo. “When will you stop pretending?” Nunew whispered, so close that Zee could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You are not very subtle with your little glances. The way your eyes linger. The way they go soft, like you want me but you’re too scared to do anything about it. Like you want to eat me alive but you’re too shy to act on it.”
Zee was speechless. Because if he was being honest he did have a bad habit of staring at Nunew. Quite intensely if he might add. He knew it, and worse, he knew Nunew knew it too. The popular boy always caught him looking — in class, across the cafeteria, even when Nunew was just walking past in the hallway with that easy smile that made everyone else melt.
Zee thought he was being subtle, but that was not the case it seemed. Because someone had noticed and that someone was standing in front of him calling him out. It’s all the more embarrassing that, that someone happens to be the exact object of all his love sick staring.
“God, you’re exactly my type. Did you know that? Strong, quiet, too polite for your own good.”
Zee swallowed hard, throat bobbing. His glasses slid slightly down his nose.
Nunew leaned closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “And I held myself back all this this time because I wanted you to make the first move. But seeing that it is not going to happen anytime soon, I might as well do it myself.”
“You see P’Zee, I’m tired of waiting. So….”
Then his mouth was on Zee’s.
The kiss was rough, greedy, nothing like Zee imagined but everything he needed. Lips pressed hard, tongues clashing, teeth scraping. Zee gasped into it, clutching at the fabric of Nunew’s shirt, holding on like he might drown. Every brush of Nunew’s mouth made his knees weak, every slide of his tongue pulled another broken sound from his throat. It was hot, insistent messy and wet. Nunew dragging his teeth across his bottom lip before licking it to soothe the sting.
As the kiss deepened, Nunew tilted his head, sucking Zee’s tongue into his mouth like he wanted to devour him. Zee kissed back tentatively, but Nunew pushed harder, pinning him against the mirror with his body, grinding just enough to make Zee gasp into his mouth.
“You taste fucking perfect,” Nunew murmured against his lips, stealing another kiss, slower this time, tongue stroking his lazily. “Been dying to know how you’d feel. Like this against me. How you’d taste.”
Zee’s glasses were crooked, his hair a mess, but none of it mattered when Nunew was kissing him like this — shameless, hungry, like every glance Zee had stolen in class had built up to this exact moment.
Nunew broke the kiss only to trail down his jaw, sucking at the spot just under his ear before returning to his lips for another filthy, breathless kiss. His hands slid under Zee’s tank, palms greedy over the expanse of his abs.
“God,” Nunew groaned, dragging his nails lightly over firm muscle. “You’re so fucking hot. Not fair. I’m done waiting.”
Zee tried to steady his breath, but it came out in a shaky gasp against Nunew’s mouth. “You’re… insane.”
Nunew bit Zee’s bottom lip as answer, tugging on it hard, then soothing it with another deep kiss. “Maybe. But the question is do you like it?”
Zee groaned, kissing him back harder, finally letting his hands slide up Nunew’s back, pulling him closer.
Nunew groaned low, deepening the kiss, licking into Zee’s mouth like he’d been starving for it. When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, foreheads pressed together, lips swollen and wet.
“Fuck,” Nunew whispered, grin adoring his lips. “Your lips are made to kissed. Thoroughly”
Zee’s chest rose and fell rapidly, words caught somewhere between denial and need. He opened his mouth, but Nunew kissed him again before he could speak, swallowing the sound with another filthy slide of tongue.
Each kiss grew hungrier, wetter, filthier. Zee’s back hit the mirror hard, glass cool against his skin, while Nunew pressed forward, crowding him, taking up all the space. Zee groaned helplessly, his hands caught between wanting to push and needing to pull him closer.
Nunew finally broke away, panting, his eyes locked on Zee like a predator. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?”
Zee blinked, stunned. “What?”
“God, how are you so clueless?” Nunew muttered, tugging at the hem of Zee’s sweat-damp tank top. “Guess I’ll just have to show you.”
Before Zee could react, the fabric was yanked over his head in one swift motion and dropped carelessly to the floor.
The moment the shirt hit the ground, Nunew’s breath caught. His gaze went wide, then dark.
“Holy. Fuck.”
Zee flushed scarlet, instinctively folding his arms over his chest, but it was too late. Nunew had already seen them.
Twin silver bars glinted under the harsh lights, piercing through each nipple, catching on the rise and fall of Zee’s broad chest. Against carved muscle, they looked obscene. Beautiful.
“You’ve been hiding these under?” Nunew’s voice was ragged, half a groan.
“I—I got them a while ago,” Zee stuttered, mortified, heat burning across his face. “It’s not—”
Nunew stepped in closer, pressing a palm firmly over one pec. The cool metal pressed against his thumb, and Zee gasped, whole body jolting.
“Oh my god,” Nunew hissed, eyes rolling back for a second like he’d just experienced something divine. “You’re so fucking hot I could die.”
His hand squeezed once, then his mouth was there.
Nunew latched onto the pierced nipple, tongue swirling over the metal bar before flicking fast, merciless. Zee choked on a moan, head hitting the mirror with a dull thud, legs trembling.
Nunew continued his ministrations against his skin, sucking hard, tugging at the piercing with his teeth before lapping the metal with his tongue. His hands roamed everywhere — clutching at Zee’s waist, stroking the rigid lines of his abs, squeezing his biceps like he wanted to map every inch. Memorize every inch.
Zee’s back rested against the wall, with one hand supporting his weight while the other was fisted in Nunew’s shirt. “Jesus—”
“Not Jesus,” Nunew smirked, switching sides, flicking his tongue rapidly over the other piercing until Zee’s breath broke into ragged gasps. “Just me. And I’m not stopping. Not today.”
He sucked harder, teeth scraping gently before licking circles, humming low in his throat so the vibration rattled straight through Zee’s chest. Every sound Nunew made was matched by a louder one from Zee — groans, choked cries, helpless little gasps that echoed in the empty gym.
“Sensitive, huh?” Nunew pulled back briefly, leaving Zee’s chest spit-slick and shining. He dragged his thumb over the metal bar, watching Zee twitch helplessly. “Bet I could make you come just from my mouth on your chest.”
Zee’s face was crimson, glasses sliding further down his nose, eyes blown wide. God he looked so much like a puppy.
Zee couldn’t deny it — not when every flick of Nunew’s tongue had his hips jerking, his cock straining against his shorts.
“Look at you,” Nunew purred, bending to suck the same nipple again, harder this time, until Zee groaned loud enough to shake the walls. “You love this. You love me wrecking your chest.”
Zee’s only answer was another broken moan, his fingers tangling in Nunew’s shirt like he’d fall apart if he doesn’t hold on.
Nunew grinned against his skin, leaving wet trails across both pecs, kissing down over taut muscle, sucking at the center of his chest before dragging his tongue back up again. Each move was deliberate, claiming. Whilst at the same time squeezing his biceps his pectorals.
Finally, Nunew pulled back, spit shining across the piercings, lips swollen, eyes dark with hunger. He tilted Zee’s chin down, forcing their eyes to meet.
“This body?” Nunew whispered, voice rough. “These piercings? These muscles? They’re mine now.”
Zee swallowed hard, chest heaving, every inch of him trembling.
Nunew kissed him again — filthy, deep, tongue pushing past his lips with no hesitation, grinding lightly against him until Zee gasped into his mouth. When he finally pulled back, both of them were wrecked, lips swollen, breaths ragged.
Nunew licked his lips, smirking. “You already look wrecked but I’m just getting started.”
Nunew kissed him again — deep and filthy, tongue sliding against his until Zee was gasping into his mouth. Zee’s hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, trembling like he didn’t know where to put them.
Nunew noticed instantly. Pulling back just enough to let his lips drag against Zee’s, he chuckled, low and sinful. “Why are you so cute P’Zee?”
Zee blinked, dazed. “W-what?”
Instead of answering, Nunew grabbed both of Zee’s wrists and shoved his hands into his own hair, rubbing his head into the touch like he was begging for it. The soft strands slid through Zee’s fingers, and his breath stuttered
Zee’s fingers trembled where Nunew had forced them into his hair, soft strands sliding over his knuckles. He tried to pull back, mumble some excuse, but Nunew only smiled, wicked and triumphant, tilting his head into the touch.
“There,” Nunew whispered, eyes dark, voice dripping with wickedness. “You can pull my hair if you want. I do like it rough.”
Zee froze, heart pounding so hard it hurt. His fingers twitched, then curled, tugging ever so slightly— and the sound Nunew made nearly broke him. A moan, filthy and desperate, spilled from his lips, his whole body arching into the pull.
“See?” Nunew smirked, ruined by the way his eyes fluttered. “I knew you’d be good at this.”
Zee swallowed hard, fighting the shiver racing down his spine, but his grip tightened in those silky strands without him meaning to. The reaction it pulled from Nunew — a gasp, a wet sigh against his chest — made his cock throb painfully.
“God, you’re so easy to ruin,” Nunew murmured, then dropped another kiss to his lips, then his jaw, then lower — trailing down Zee’s throat, over the sweat-slick curve of his chest. Tongue flicking across one piercing as if he couldn’t bear to leave it untouched murmuring a quiet “God, I love these,” before kissing lower. His mouth dragged over abs, teeth scraping lightly, sucking a mark just above his waistband.
Zee’s breath hitched, muscles twitching. His grip tightened in Nunew’s hair without thinking, and Nunew groaned, pressing his cheek against Zee’s stomach like he wanted to live there.
Then he dropped to his knees. Zee’s breath stuttered. His hand stayed tangled in Nunew’s hair, trembling.
The squeak of sneakers on polished floor echoed louder than it should have, the silence of the empty gym swallowing every other sound. Nunew looked up, pupils blown, lips red and swollen, hair already messy from Zee’s hold.
The sight alone nearly made him cum.
“Keep holding me,” Nunew murmured, voice husky, thick with lust. “Pull my hair while I suck your cock. I want to feel it. Your control snapping.”
Zee made a strangled sound, but Nunew’s hands were already tugging his shorts and briefs down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, heavy against his stomach.
“Oh, fuck!.” Nunew licked his lips again, shameless. Eyes never leaving Zee’s cock. “Look at you. Big everywhere, huh?”
Zee’s cheeks flamed, mortified, but Nunew didn’t give him a chance to hide. He wrapped one hand around the base, squeezing experimentally, and leaned forward.
The first lick had Zee gasping.
Nunew dragged his tongue from base to tip, slow and obscene, before swirling it around the head, teasing the slit until Zee’s knees buckled. His grip on Nunew’s hair tightened instinctively, and Nunew moaned at the pull, the vibration humming through Zee’s cock.
“Shit—” Zee groaned, head falling back against the mirror with a dull thud.
Nunew grinned against him, then opened wide and took him in.
Hot, wet heat enveloped him, lips stretching, throat working as Nunew swallowed him down inch by inch. The sensation was unbearable, slick and tight, every nerve in Zee’s body lighting up at once.
“Jesus Christ,” he choked, hips jerking before he could stop himself.
Nunew moaned around him, the sound filthy, vibrating along his length. His hands braced against Zee’s thighs, but his eyes stayed locked upward, daring, demanding.
Zee couldn’t resist. His fist clenched tighter in Nunew’s hair, dragging his head back just enough for Nunew to gasp wetly, spit trailing down his chin.
“Harder,” Nunew rasped, lips shining, grin wicked even as he panted. “I said I like it rough, daddy. Don’t make me beg.”
Zee’s breath stuttered. His hips bucked forward helplessly, cock sliding back into that hot mouth. His grip held Nunew steady, tugging harder, pulling another groan that rattled through both of them.
Nunew swallowed him again, throat flexing, spit spilling down his chin and dripping to the floor. He bobbed his head faster now, messy and greedy, each motion pulling a louder moan from Zee.
The empty gym echoed with it — wet, sloppy sounds of sucking, gagging, and Zee’s ragged groans.
“Fuck— oh my god—” Zee gasped, knuckles white where they fisted in Nunew’s hair. His other hand braced against the mirror like he’d collapse without it.
Nunew’s eyes watered, drool slicking his chin, but the smirk never left his face. Every time Zee tugged his hair, he moaned around him like it was his favorite thing in the world.
“Don’t hold back,” he rasped, voice raw, eyes shining with lust. “Fuck my throat. I can take it.”
Zee shook his head, chest heaving. “Nunew— I’ll hurt you—”
“Good.” Nunew smirked, licking a stripe up the vein of his cock before swallowing him down again. He pulled back only to whisper, filthy and soft: “I want it. Please.”
Something inside Zee broke.
With a strangled sound, he tightened his grip and thrust forward, cock sliding deep into that willing throat. Nunew gagged, moaned, spit spilling everywhere, but he only pressed closer, nails digging into Zee’s thighs.
“Ahhhh Nu….,” Zee groaned, the words slipping out unthinking, broken.
Nunew pulled off with a wet pop, spit connecting his lips to Zee’s cock. His chest heaved, eyes glazed, hair a mess in Zee’s grip.
Then he licked a long stripe up the underside, tongue teasing the vein, before swallowing him down again in one quick motion.
Zee nearly lost it.
“Fuck— Nunew—” His hips jerked, cock hitting the back of Nunew’s throat,. He gagged around it, moaned, and pushed deeper, throat working as his nails dug into Zee’s thighs.
Zee tugged his hair harder, desperation taking over, guiding him in short, shallow thrusts. Every moan, every gag only seemed to turn Nunew on more, his own hips grinding against the floor, rutting against nothing.
It was obscene. Filthy. And Zee couldn’t look away.
“Fuck—” Zee gasped, trembling, every muscle taut. “Your mouth is—” his head thudded back against the mirror, voice cracking, “—so obscene.”
Nunew moaned at the praise, eyes rolling back. He bobbed faster now, sucking greedily, drool dripping down his chin and onto his shirt. Every time Zee tugged his hair harder, he made a noise so filthy it echoed in the gym, muffled and wet around his cock.
Zee was unraveling. His body shook, orgasm coiling tight in his gut, building too fast.
“I’m— fuck, I’m gonna—”
Nunew pulled back just long enough to smirk, spit-slick lips shiny under the fluorescent lights. “Do it. Come down my throat. And don’t you dare let go of my hair.”
Zee’s control shattered.
Zee groaned brokenly and obeyed, hips jerking forward as he spilled deep, hot and endless. Nunew moaned through it, swallowing around him, throat working, not wasting a drop.
When Nunew finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, chin glistening with spit and cum. He licked his lips slow, obscene, eyes never leaving Zee’s ruined face.
He licked his lips slow. “Told you I like it rough.”
Zee sagged against the mirror, chest heaving, sweat dripping, glasses crooked. His hand still trembled in Nunew’s hair, unwilling to let go.
Nunew tilted his head into it, sighing with satisfaction, like he’d just won the game he’d been playing all along.
“That was fun.” Nunew said.
Zee slid down the mirrored wall. His legs shook too badly to hold him up, so he let himself collapse onto the polished gym floor, head tilted back, glasses askew. His shorts and underwear still pooled around his ankles, cock flushed, twitching even after the mind-shattering orgasm Nunew had just wrung out of him.
He barely had time to breathe before Nunew moved.
The younger man crawled up his body like a cat claiming its prey, eyes glittering with mischief. He swung a leg over and straddled Zee’s lap, settling down on his thighs with a smug little grin.
“Mm,” Nunew hummed, pressing their bodies together. How long is your refractory period P’Zee? Because we are far from done.” he whispered, voice wrecked but smug.
Zee’s eyes widened, lips parting. “Nunew— I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Nunew cut him off with a kiss, filthy and deep, sucking on his tongue until Zee moaned into his mouth. He rocked his hips down, grinding against Zee’s spent cock, smirking when it twitched back to life beneath him.
Zee groaned, head hitting the mirror behind him with a dull thud. “God, you’re insatiable.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” Nunew murmured, dragging his mouth down Zee’s throat again. His tongue flicked over the nipple piercings, licking, sucking, worshipping them until Zee was panting and trembling all over again.
And then, with deliberate slowness, Nunew leaned back, just enough so Zee could see what he was doing. His hand slid down his own body, fingers brushing over his stomach before curling around his covered cock.
Zee’s breath caught.
“Look at me,” Nunew whispered, eyes half-lidded but locked on Zee’s. He stroked himself lazily, hips rolling forward against Zee’s abs. “So messy. So desperate. All because of you.”
Zee swallowed hard, his hand twitching uselessly at his side, as if he didn’t know whether to grab him or not.
Nunew moaned softly, lips parting as his head tipped back his throat on display. For a moment his mask cracked — his smirk softened, breath hitching as his fingers squeezed tighter. His voice came out lower, almost shaky.
“You want me, right?” he asked suddenly, quietly, the vulnerability raw and unguarded in his tone. His hand still moved, but slower, trembling. “Tell me you want me.”
Something in Zee broke.
With a strangled growl, he surged forward, hands clamping onto Nunew’s hips. In one effortless motion, he lifted him up, slamming him back against the mirror with a force that rattled the glass. Nunew gasped, legs locking around Zee’s waist instinctively.
Zee’s mouth crashed into his, desperate, hungry, groaning into the kiss as his hips ground forward, cock already leaking again.
Nunew moaned brokenly into his mouth, his grin half-ruined, half-triumphant. “That’s it,” he whispered when they broke for breath. “That’s the Zee I wanted to see.”
Zee’s mouth devoured Nunew’s, kissing him like he was starving, like the younger man was the only thing keeping him alive. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling, spit slicking both their chins.
Pinned between Zee’s massive body and the mirror, Nunew shivered — but instead of pulling back, he arched into it, clinging tighter around his waist.
“Fuck—” Zee groaned into his mouth, grinding his hips forward, his cock hot and heavy against Nunew’s. “You’re— you’re unreal.”
Nunew grinned against his lips, even as he gasped at the pressure. “So are you.”
He tilted his head toward the mirror, breathless and daring. “Look at us, Hia. Look at how wrecked we are already.”
Zee’s eyes darted to the reflection. His own flushed face stared back — glasses fogged, lips swollen, hair a mess. But what made his cock twitch was Nunew: flushed against him his pupils blown wide, arms wrapped tight around Zee’s shoulders.
The sight was obscene.
Zee groaned again, one big hand sliding up to squeeze Nunew’s chest. His thumb brushed a peaked nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt, making Nunew gasp.
“Hia—” he moaned, head falling back against the mirror. “Touch me more. Please.”
Zee obeyed before he could think. His mouth trailed down Nunew’s jaw, tongue dragging over the curve of his throat, teeth scraping lightly at the spot beneath his ear. Nunew gasped, shuddering in his arms.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” Zee muttered against his skin, biting down gently before sucking a mark into the hollow of his throat.
Nunew moaned louder, grinding down harder against him. His hand fisted in Zee’s hair as he kissed his way lower — over his collarbone, then down to his chest.
“Ahh—” Nunew’s voice cracked when his shirt was tugged up, exposing bare skin.
Zee latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, flicking his tongue until Nunew’s back arched off the mirror. His free hand tugged the other between his fingers, pinching, teasing.
“God,” Nunew moaned, head rolling against the glass, sweat dripping down his temple. “You’re— you’re gonna kill me.”
Zee pulled back just enough to look at him, lips wet and swollen. “You’re the one killing me, Nunew.”
Nunew’s answering grin was shaky but playful, eyes fluttering. “Good. Then we’re even.”
Zee’s chest heaved, cock straining painfully between them. He kissed him again, rough and desperate, his tongue shoving into Nunew’s mouth, swallowing every sound he made. His grip on Nunew’s thighs tightened, lifting him higher, grinding against him like he couldn’t stop.
Nunew whimpered into his mouth, that vulnerability flashing again — soft, almost pleading.
“Hia,” he whispered when they broke apart, breath ghosting against his lips. “Fuck me. Please.”
Zee froze, staring into his wrecked face and trembling lips. Then something in his chest snapped for real.
With a growl, he hoisted Nunew fully into his arms, pinning him hard against the mirror, cock rutting against his ass.
Nunew gasped, clinging tighter, moaning into his ear. “Yes— oh fuck yes—”
“But as much as I’d love to break this mirror with you,” Nunew panted, lips brushing Zee’s ear, “I think the showers will be more fun.”
Zee could barely think straight, but when Nunew wriggled out of his grip, tugging his hand, he followed without protest. Nunew’s clothes were abandoned along the way, a messy trail across the gym floor, until steam and the echo of dripping water surrounded them.
The showers were dim, fluorescent lights humming above, the scent of soap heavy in the air. Water cascaded from the shower head as Nunew stepped under it, droplets slicking his skin, making him shine.
Zee froze at the sight, chest heaving, cock painfully hard again.
Nunew turned, hair plastered to his forehead, grin sinful. “Keep your eyes on me.”
He slid down the wall as he spreads his legs, bracing one hand against the wet floor, while the other traced down his own chest then stomach until his fingers curled around his cock. His moan echoed off the walls, low and wanton.
“Fuck—” Zee choked, pressing a hand to the tile behind him like he needed it to stay upright.
Nunew smirked, stroking himself lazily, eyes never leaving Zee’s. The water streamed down his chest, highlighting every flex of muscle, every sharp intake of breath.
Then, he reached lower. His slick fingers pressed between his thighs, circling his rim before pushing one inside.
Zee’s knees nearly buckled.
“Shit,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “Nunew—”
“Mm.” Nunew moaned softly, adding another finger, pushing deeper with a sharp gasp. His back arched against the tiles, water cascading down his body, his cock twitching in his other hand. “Feels so good— I’m so open for you already, Hia. Look.”
Zee’s hand clenched into a fist. He wanted to move, to grab him, to take over, but his feet wouldn’t. Nunew’s moans filled the shower, filthy and wet, echoing like a soundtrack designed to ruin him.
“You like watching me fuck myself open for you, don’t you?” Nunew panted, fingers curling inside himself. His thighs trembled, hips jerking as he moaned louder. “God, I’m so close just from this.”
Zee’s restraint shattered.
With a growl, he crossed the space in two strides, grabbing Nunew’s wrist and yanking his slick fingers out. He pulled him up and slammed him against the tiles, pinning him there with his body.
“Enough,” Zee rasped, voice low and shaking. “I can’t— I can’t just watch anymore.”
Nunew’s groaned lips trembling around a whimper. “Then fuck me,” he begged, wrapping wet arms around Zee’s neck. “Use me, Hia. Please.”
Zee kissed him, hard and desperate, water pouring over them as their bodies crashed together. One hand fumbled down, slicking his cock against Nunew’s entrance, the other locking around his thigh to lift him higher.
Nunew gasped into his mouth, head hitting the tiles. “Ahh—ohhh, yes—”
Zee’s lips were everywhere—biting at Nunew’s jaw, sucking marks into his neck, licking water from his chest like a man starved. His hand tightened around Nunew’s thigh, hauling him higher until Nunew was clinging to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist.
The blunt head of Zee’s cock pressed against him, hot and insistent, nudging at his rim where Nunew’s fingers had already opened him up.
“Hia—” Nunew gasped, shuddering against the wall. “Do it. Please, I’m ready.”
Zee groaned, forehead pressing to Nunew’s, his chest heaving. “Fuck, you’re gonna break me.”
“Good,” Nunew whispered, smirking even through his trembling. “Then break me too.”
That was it.
Zee thrust forward, slow but sure, sinking into him inch by inch. Nunew’s head fell back against the wall with a sharp cry, his nails digging into Zee’s shoulders.
“Fuck— oh fuck, you’re so big—”
Zee groaned, jaw tight, teeth gritting as he bottomed out. The stretch, the heat, the way Nunew’s body clenched around him—it was overwhelming.
“You feel… so tight,” he rasped, dragging his cock out until just the head remained before slamming back in. “Your mouth, your body— everything about you is so pretty Nu.”
Nunew’s laugh broke into a moan as Zee fucked into him, hard and wet, the sound of skin slapping echoing with the hiss of the shower. “Then use me, Hia. Wreck me—oh god—harder!”
Zee obliged. His grip bruised Nunew’s thigh as he pounded into him, rutting desperately, kissing him through his moans. The water soaked them both, sliding over their bodies, making everything slick and raw.
Nunew’s voice rose, broken moans spilling into the steam. “Ah—Ah —Hia”
But then he twisted, breathless, tugging at Zee’s hair until he growled. “Let me down.”
Zee grunted, pulling out with effort as he let Nunew down. Nunew then spun around glancing back at Zee. His palms flattened onto the tiles, his ass pushed back, dripping wet and glistening under the spray.
“Fuck me like this.”
Zee groaned at the sight, lining up again. “You’re unreal.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Nunew shot back, smirking at him.
Zee slammed back into him with a growl, burying himself to the hilt. Nunew’s cry bounced off the walls, his hands braced against the wall, as Zee’s body towered over him, fucking him deep from behind.
Nunew moaned louder, stroking himself, his voice wrecked. “Yes, yes—fuck me harder, make me scream for you.”
Zee gripped his hips tight, thrusting deep, his chest pressed to Nunew’s back, mouth at his ear. “You already are.”
Nunew cried out, legs trembling, body bowing forward as Zee fucked him mercilessly, every thrust every broken moan proof of how far gone they both were.
Zee looked own to see himself driving into Nunew with relentless force his body shuddering at the sight, he buried himself deeper, growling into Nunew’s ear. “You’re so beautiful. Look at you—taking me so well, like you were made for this.”
Nunew gasped, his fingers flying over his cock, smearing pre-cum across the tiles. His legs trembled, his body bowing forward as he feels himself coming undone. “Hia—fuck, I’m— I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Zee rasped, rutting into him harder, faster, his hand sliding down to cover Nunew’s, stroking him in tandem. “Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart.”
Nunew’s moan cracked into a scream as his orgasm tore through him. His body convulsed, his cock spilling across the tile in messy spurts, his muscles clenching tight around Zee.
The sudden squeeze ripped a groan from Zee’s throat. His rhythm faltered, his grip on Nunew’s hips bruising as he slammed forward one last time. His release hit him like a tidal wave, hot and endless, spilling deep inside him.
“Fuck—Nunew—” His voice broke as he came, grinding into him, forehead pressed to his damp shoulder.
They both collapsed against the wall, panting, water still streaming down over their trembling bodies. Zee’s chest pressed tight to Nunew’s back, his arms locked around him like he couldn’t let go.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the sound of the shower.
Finally, Nunew let out a weak, breathless laugh. “So again?”
Zee groaned against his neck, kissing the wet skin softly this time, nothing like the brutal hunger from before. “You’re going to kill me.”
Nunew hummed, leaning back into him, utterly spent but smiling. “Worth it.”
Zee tightened his arms, holding him under the spray, lips brushing against his shoulder in something dangerously close to tender.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Worth it.”
The walk back to Zee’s dorm was torture. Not because it was far, but because Nunew wouldn’t stop brushing against him — fingertips grazing his arm, shoulder bumping his chest, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips every time Zee’s ears went pink.
By the time they reached the door, Zee’s pulse was hammering. He fumbled with the key, cursing under his breath, while Nunew leaned against the wall and watched him with the kind of look that made his cock twitch all over again.
“Cute,” Nunew teased. “You nervous? Or just that eager to get me inside?”
Zee groaned, shoving the door open. “You’re insufferable.”
“Mm,” Nunew hummed, brushing past him into the room. “But you love it.”
Zee’s dorm was exactly what Nunew expected: books stacked neatly on desk, sticky notes pinned to the board, carefully made bed. It screamed nerdy, straight A student — and it made Zee even hotter somehow.
Nunew turned, eyes glittering. “Perfect.”
Before Zee could respond, Nunew was on him — pushing him onto the bed with surprising strength. Zee landed flat on his back, breath knocked out of him, and when he tried to sit up, Nunew straddled his waist, palms pressed firmly to his chest.
“Stay down.”
Zee froze, every nerve ending lighting up. “Nunew—”
“Shh.” Nunew leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
He tugged at Zee’s shirt until it came free from his body, then grabbed it again — not to toss it aside, but to loop it around Zee’s wrists, tying them snugly to the headboard. The makeshift bind wasn’t perfect, but it held, and the sight of Zee’s arms stretched above his head made Nunew groan low in his throat.
“Fuck,” Nunew whispered, eyes raking over him. “Do you even know how sexy you look like this?”
Zee swallowed hard, his cock already stiffening beneath his shorts. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Maybe.” Nunew smirked. “But you’re going to thank me later.”
He took Zee’s shorts off nest followed by his own clothes. And then he began.
Nunew’s mouth descended on his chest, kissing, licking, and sucking like a man possessed. His tongue flicked over one nipple piercing, then the other, teasing until Zee arched helplessly, wrists straining against the binds.
“Still sensitive, hm?” Nunew chuckled against his skin before biting gently, tugging at the metal with his teeth. Zee gasped, a broken moan spilling out, and Nunew grinned like he’d just discovered treasure.
“I’m really obsessed with these,” he murmured, sucking harder, his hand sliding down to squeeze Zee’s abs, tracing the lines with reverent fingertips. “Obsessed with you. Every part of you.”
He worshipped him thoroughly — mouth trailing down his torso, teeth scraping his V-line, hands kneading his thighs like he wanted to bruise them. Trailing kisses and kitten bites to the inside of his thighs.
Zee was panting, head thrown back, completely undone by the attention.
Nunew glanced at the side and spotted a mini fridge. Inspiration struck. He padded over, and looked inside spotting it instantly. He took the tray and pulled out a single ice cube a lazy grin curling up his lips.
Zee’s eyes widened. “What—”
“Shh,” Nunew said again, climbing back onto him. “You’ll like this.”
He dragged the ice cube across Zee’s chest, circling one piercing, then the other, watching the way his muscles jumped under the cold. Water dripped down his skin, pooling in the ridges of his abs.
“Fuck—Nunew—”
Nunew smiled wickedly, leaning down to lick the trail, warm tongue following the freezing path. Then he kissed him, slipping the melting cube into Zee’s mouth, sharing the chill until Zee groaned against his lips.
When they pulled apart, Nunew was smirking, straddling him tighter. “See? Wasn’t that fun?”
The water had barely dried on his chest when Nunew tugged the knot free, freeing Zee’s wrists. He expected Zee to stay pliant, to let him keep control. But the moment his hands were free, Zee surged upward, grabbing Nunew by the hips and flipping him onto his back in one swift motion.
Nunew let out a surprised laugh, breathless beneath him. “Oh?”
Zee pinned him down, chest heaving, eyes blown wide and dark. “You really don’t know what you’re playing with Nu.”
Nunew arched up against him, cock brushing Zee’s abs, moaning at the friction. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m playing with. Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”
Zee growled low in his throat, dragging him upright and flipping him again, this time pressing Nunew chest-first into the mattress. His palms smoothed down Nunew’s back, then gripped his ass firmly, kneading before landing a sharp, stinging smack.
Nunew cried out, hips jolting forward, cock dripping against the sheets. “Ahh—shit—do that again—”
Zee obliged, spanking him again, harder, watching the skin flush under his hand. The sound cracked through the dorm, followed by Nunew’s shameless moans.
“You like that,” Zee muttered, spanking him again and again, until Nunew was trembling, rutting into the bed like he couldn’t help himself.
“I love it,” Nunew gasped, voice breaking. “Harder, Hia—fuck, don’t stop—”
Zee groaned, pulling him up onto his knees, chest pressed to his back. One hand slid around his throat, applying just enough pressure to make Nunew gasp, the other steadying him by the waist as he pressed in slow, deep.
The choked whine Nunew let out nearly broke him.
“God—your mouth’s obscene, your body’s obscene—” Zee growled against his ear, hips snapping harder, hand tightening at his throat just enough to keep him pliant, gasping, desperate.
Nunew’s head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling, lips parted in bliss. “Hia—please—”
Zee rocked his hips thrusting deep, the burn of it sending Nunew into a frenzy, crying out with every press of hand against his throat, with every hard, relentless thrust.
His body clenched around Zee, pleasure and pain tangling until he was shaking, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, a mess of moans spilling from his lips.
Zee buried his face in Nunew’s neck, inhaling deeply, groaning at the addicting scent that clung to him. “Fuck—your smell—your voice—I can’t stop—”
Nunew’s voice broke on a moan, his release hitting hard, cock spilling across the sheets without a single touch. His body convulsed around Zee, milking him until Zee was growling, biting at his shoulder, fucking him through it until his own orgasm tore free.
Zee emptied himself inside him with a hoarse groan, gripping Nunew’s waist tight, riding the high until his body gave out.
They collapsed forward together, sticky, trembling, chests heaving in unison.
For a long moment, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the dorm.
Finally, Nunew let out a wrecked, satisfied laugh. “If I knew this is what would take to make you fuck me stupid in your bed I would done this sooner.”
Zee groaned, still buried in him, pressing lazy kisses along his shoulder. “You’re seriously something.”
Nunew smirked, eyes fluttering shut as he melted into the sheets. “That I am.”
Zee tightened his hold around him, inhaling one more time, as if he could bottle Nunew’s scent forever.
Zee stayed buried inside him for a long while, chest pressed to Nunew’s back, both of them slick with sweat and trembling. When he finally pulled out, Nunew winced, letting out a soft hiss. Zee froze immediately.
“Shit. Did I—”
Nunew reached back blindly, catching his hand. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, but warm. “Don’t you dare apologize. That was perfect.”
Still, Zee eased him onto his side, slipping out carefully, holding him close. The sight of Nunew’s ass reddened from spanking made his stomach clench — with both guilt and pride. He pressed soft kisses to the sore skin, murmuring between each one.
“You’re beautiful.”
Kiss
“Perfectly pretty.”
Kiss
“And you…” He hesitated, lips brushing tenderly. “…you have completely ruined me for anybody else.”
Nunew hummed, too blissed-out to smirk, but the sparkle lingered in his tired eyes. “That was the idea.”
Zee grabbed a shirt from the floor and gently cleaned them both, wiping sweat and cum from their skin, even though Nunew swatted at him lazily. “You don’t have to—”
“Shut up,” Zee muttered, tone softened with care.
Once they were clean enough, Zee pulled Nunew into his chest, tucking the smaller man’s head under his chin. He threaded fingers through messy hair, inhaling deeply. Nunew smelled like sweat, sex, and something uniquely him — sweet, soft, addicting.
“You smell like trouble,” Zee whispered into his hair.
Nunew chuckled sleepily, nuzzling into Zee’s chest, lips brushing his skin where the piercings glinted faintly in the dim light. “You love it.”
“Too much,” Zee admitted, raw honesty slipping past his guard. His voice dropped, rough with exhaustion and truth. “I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”
Nunew tilted his head just enough to press a soft kiss to the curve of his chest. “Good.”
Nunew suddenly lifted his head just enough to rest his chin on Zee’s chest. His smirk was lazy, but his eyes were sharp, glinting even in the dim light.
“So…” Nunew drawled, fingers tracing idle shapes over Zee’s abs. “Still too scared to ask me out?”
Zee froze, throat dry. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Nunew tilted his head, smirk widening. “Thought so. I’ve waited long enough, you know. You’ve been making heart eyes at me for months.”
Heat crawled up Zee’s neck, but for once, he didn’t look away. His voice was rough when he finally spoke.
“Go out with me.”
The smirk faltered for just a heartbeat — before Nunew’s grin returned, smug as ever.
“Finally,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss him slow, tender, nothing like before. “Took you long enough.”
Zee smiled against his lips, pulling him closer, relief and desire and something frighteningly like love swirling in his chest.
Nunew kissed him one more time, then collapsed back against him with a satisfied sigh. “I hope you are prepared. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
Zee tightened his arms around him, pressing his face into messy hair, inhaling deeply.
“Exactly where I want to be.”
For the first time that night, the smirk was gone — replaced with something deeper, quieter. Affection wrapped in exhaustion, a silent promise.
Zee held him tighter, both of them drifting, tangled in sheets and each other.