savor his shudder in response. “Fine, after dinner.”
“You really wanna wait?” Zach asked, gaze glinting wickedly. He leaned in and I moaned as he licked a stripe up my throat. “We both just showered. I stole a stash of coconut oil from the diner.”
“Zach,” I gasped out, eyes growing wide with feigned shock. “You stole? You stole?”
Zach huffed but his cheeks turned bright red. “Shut up, it wasn’t like I could tell Georgie what I wanted it for.”
“I’m not sure I should be encouraging such lewd and delinquent behavior,” I said, digging my fingers into his back and then thrusting against him, watching his red tongue flick out over his bottom lip as he sighed. Upstairs, the water shut off and my decision was made. “Get your ass upstairs and on my bed before Kais walks out of that bathroom.
Zach ripped away from me, storming up the stairs, and I caught my breath and held my laughter in check. Fine, dinner could wait. The stew had just started to bubble, so I turned the stove off and put the lid on over the pot. Kais wouldn’t care if we vanished and he probably wouldn’t want me to leave a note explaining why.
I hurried for the stairs, barely sneaking into my bedroom as the bathroom door opened. I turned and found Zach wrestling himself out his clothes with a comical urgency, one arm trapped in his sleeve, cuff still buttoned.
“You’re gonna rip your buttons off,” I said, moving to him, and catching his arm as he yanked on the fabric. As soon as I had his hand free, he moved them both to his belt. “Hey, hey, come here. Slow down.”
Zach puffed as I caught his face in my hands, lifting it up and drawing it to mine, skimming my mouth over his until he sighed. He relaxed against me, pants open at the waist and I kissed him slowly, thoroughly, teasing as much as I could until his arms were wrapped around me, tongue trying to chase and claim mine.
“This isn’t something we wanna rush, I promise you,” I breathed against his lips before pulling one between mine to suck and bite gently. Zach groaned and nodded a little, trying to press himself closer, rocking against me as he had in the kitchen. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
“Yes, yes I—” He swallowed hard and then leaned back, blushing deeply. “I tried to...with my own fingers once, a few months ago.”
Now it was my turn to swallow, imagining Zach alone in bed, trying to fuck his own ass with his fingers. Oddly, my heart ached for the self-inflicted shame he must’ve suffered, every bit as much as my cock ached at the mental picture.
“Did it hurt?” I asked.
Zach shook his head. “I got two in, but it was mostly awkward and I came jerking off before I got any further. I was...I was thinking about you.”
“Fuuuuck, Zach.” Zach was every bit as seductive as Deyva in all his natural desire and innocence. “Take off my clothes.”
Zach was quick to follow orders, which was its own kind of heady thrill, just being able to stand still and watch as he rushed to strip me, like I was a present wrapped up under a tree. I pulled his zipper down, reaching greedily into his boxers to stroke his length. Zach might want me to show him how this felt, but I was almost equally eager to have him do the same to me someday.
“Oh fuck, Stav. Wait, I’m too close already and I wanna come with you inside of me,” Zach whined, trying to back away from my touch as I kicked my pants off my legs.
I laughed and shook my head. “I get to choose how this happens and I’m definitely getting you off first. You’ll be more relaxed and less likely to tense up. Anyway, it’ll still feel good even if you’ve already come.”
Zach’s eyes lit up at that. “Yeah?”
God, I hoped so. I paused, taking the opportunity to take him in, in all his bare, pale glory, so muscular and lithe. I brushed my hand up the side of his thigh, and then higher, over the planes of his stomach, watching them twitch under my touch until I reached his chest. I ignored the bobbing length of him, leaning forward to lick one small, flat nipple and then bite the other, Zach wobbling forward as he tried to find satisfying friction.
I stood, grabbing his face