Page 27 of Labor of Love

“Here,” Zenith growled, stepping in. “Tell me what you need.”

Slick trickled down Emre’s thighs. “I-I need...” He took big, sobbing breaths. “Your cock.”

“Fuck.” Zenith palmed his bulge and glanced around. “Is it okay if I help you with this in my apartment? It’s more comfortable there.”

Emre nodded. “Gotta get Abbie.”

“Where’s she?”

“Bathroom. Bring Buttwheel too.”

Abbie was sleeping in the cart on a thick, soft layer of blankets. Zenith grasped Buttwheel by the handle and led it to the front door. He’d grabbed the bath towel too, wrapping Emre up in it. “C’mon.”

Instead of expecting Emre to follow, he scooped Emre up in one arm, grabbed the keys, and stepped out.

Emre wasn’t sure what was going on. One moment, he was drooling at Zenith’s pecs stretching his shirt. The next moment, he was on Zenith’s bed, and the sheets were so soft beneath him.It smelled like Zenith in here, faint smoke and the concentrated musk of Zenith’s arousal and cum.

Emre buried his face in the sheets, his precum squirting all over the inside of his towel.

“Wait here for me,” Zenith murmured. He left the bedroom and spoke quietly to Buttwheel. Then he returned, closed the bedroom door almost all the way, and began stripping off his clothes.

Zenith’s body was all hard lines, flat nipples on his lush pecs, his abs clearly defined. His shoulders rolled and his biceps flexed, and Emre moaned, staring at the hard cock jutting up when Zenith stepped out of his pants. Precum had smeared all over Zenith’s cock, leaving it glistening. It would push inside Emre so easily, wouldn’t it?

“It’s so big,” Emre moaned, wriggling out of his towel. “Need. Need you inside.” He got up on all fours and shoved his hips high in the air, like an offering.

“Fuck.” Zenith was upon him inseconds.He pinned Emre with his entire body, all hot skin, his chest on Emre’s back, his velvety cock sliding sinfully between Emre’s thighs. Emre dripped onto his length.

But Zenith didn’t touch his sensitive parts immediately. Instead, he braced his weight with one large hand on the bed, splaying his other hand across Emre’s chest. He smoothed his fingertips over Emre’s collarbones and reached up to cup his throat. Emre panted, completely at his mercy.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I saw you,” Zenith growled in his ear, sliding his hand down to rub Emre’s nipples. “Your pert nipples—” he squeezed both, until milk trickled down his fingers and Emre writhed “—your round belly—” he dragged his hand lower, smoothing his palm in a wide circle to cover Emre’s belly in his scent “—your hard, hungry little cock.”

Instead of touching it, Zenith slid his hand down Emre’s inner thigh, sending a cascade of tingles through Emre’s skin.

“Please touch me,” Emre whimpered, clutching at the sheets.

“But Iamtouching you,” Zenith whispered. “Maybe you should tell me where you want my hand.”

Emre burned with embarrassment. “On m-my c-cock.”

Even the thought of it made him throb, his balls tight and aching.

“That’s it. You’re so good for me.” Zenith dragged his hand back up, cupping and squeezing Emre’s sac briefly, before running his fingertips up the underside of Emre’s length, lines of pleasure that made him leak. “Is this enough?”

Emre shook his head quickly.

“Such a pretty cock,” Zenith growled, circling Emre’s tip with his thumb. “All wet for me.”

Slowly, he closed his fist around Emre, stroking him base to tip. Emre cried out, needing more. He was so close.

But Zenith took his hand away.

Emre snarled in frustration. Zenith held him down.

“So gorgeous,” Zenith murmured in his ear. “Do you know how beautiful you are? The way you’re so sensitive, moaning when I touch you.”

He slid his fist down Emre’s cock again, squeezed his balls, then reached behind them. Emre squirmed. “But?—”

“But that’s not where you want me, is it? Touching your cock isn’t enough. You need me here.” Zenith slipped his hand further back, rubbing his taint and the drenched pucker of his hole. And Zenith swore, pressing his fingers harder against Emre’s entrance. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet for me. Loose and ready to take my big cock.”

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