#zed el

Zed’s cheek was pressed into the sheets, while his head tried to turn enough so that he could see Sam behind him. A gloved finger circled the pucker of his asshole, lightly massaging lube into him, coaxing him to open up.

He adjusted his grip on his ass cheeks, held them wider for her, and willed his body to slacken. He sighed and his belly dropped lower, the curve of his spine dipping towards the mattress.

“Just need a little more…”

Zed focused on sinking, melting for her, and her fingers retreated for just a moment before returning with a fresh squirt of lube. She pressed into him, slow and easy, humming her approval as his body did the work to accept her finger.

The brush of her other knuckles was a relief, his thighs trembling as he kept his knees beneath him. Her finger was in, pushing the lube deep, and with a slow turn of her wrist and an easy in and out, she worked it into his flamed skin.

Zed’s nails bit into his flesh, but it relieved enough of his tension to keep himself relaxed.

“Good,” Sam praised. “Let’s go again.”

She pulled out with only the barest breath of protest from him, but the next time was easier, and the next finger, until he was ready.

“Come here,” she leaned over him and, with an arm around his midsection, pulled him up. He backed up over her lap, feeling her synthetic cock nudge against his cheek. She tugged him further, kept him close, his hands finding their grip on her waist behind him.

“Here I am,” she reached between them, directed the well-coated head to his gently gaping hole. “Sit.”

“Yes,” he hissed as he let gravity do the work for him, let it take him and make his ass Sam’s.

The tip pushed him wide until his muscles caught around the flare of silicone glans, and the slip of his control had him plummeting. He fell just an inch before Sam’s arms tightened to slow his descent. She let him sink slow, her cock reaching past the depths her fingers managed, stretching him around her.

It was a raw kind of bliss, sharp jolts of incomprehensible sensation buzzing through his nerves, the fire in his gut rising into his chest. And then Zed was seated, his head lolling forward while a shudder wracked his body. Sam was all he could feel, all he could pay attention to, so very present inside him.

Zed panted and each lungful was thick with the heat of his own scent, his skull clouding. All it took was a little reflexive squeeze for a bolt of pleasure to tear through the fog, a streak of vibrant white-blue that forced his chest to empty as he seized up, only spiraling into a fresh clench.

His heels began to pedal on the mattress, scrambling for purchase that would not help him to escape the tide of sensation that climbed around him, and within him.

“Shh, shh, you’re good,” her breath washed hot against his ear, but all he could do was twitch in her arms while he tried to keep still, and—more importantly—loose. “I’m in— I’m all the way in.”

Her words were damp on his skin. It clung to the flush that warmed his neck as she nuzzled into him, and tickled through the little hairs that he’d not cleaned up in a bit. Tingles rained down his body, skittering sparks that met the burning ache in his core, making his muscles jump.

“Just breathe,” she soothed, held him, hugged him, while kissing along his shoulder. “You did it. You were so good.”

Zed’s eyes swam in his head, unseeing as they circled the room, his jaw hanging, barely able to bring himself to swallow. “Sam,” he mewled, the throb of his clit rising above even the storm that thundered within his head.

Sam was the harbor that sheltered him. She remained still beneath him, breathed with him until time felt looser, stretched and languid. When he had melted completely into her, all that remained of him was that ache, its gravity too much for his thoughts to escape. Each detonation of his pulse grew heavier, deeper, dragging him into its sway.

Saliva ran thin from Zed’s lip, painted his chest, and when he begged, his words were wet with it. “Touch me!”

Sam’s arm shifted lower, and the buzz of anticipation built, only for her to try to ease into contact. Tension snapped as his body tightened, his hips driving upward, chasing the very idea of being touched with a weight that demanded pleasure from his body.

Zed only rose about an inch out of Sam’s lap before the inner tug had him crumbling back, the impact jarring up through him. Sam’s fingers found him properly—his clit stiff and heated—and rubbed him with a blunted finesse, aided by the abundance of his arousal.

Zed needed more and so he rose again, but that time Sam met him with a jolting buck, his cheeks feeling the sting first. The crackle of his nerves was all consuming and he let her take him from there. She knew what he needed, praise spilling freely as she gave him everything.

“That’s it!” Her hips didn’t stop, retreating only to then push him higher, thrust after thrust sending him soaring into new, turbulent heights of pleasure. “You’re taking all of me.”

Sam’s voice guided Zed through the experience, helped him remember himself, just as her arm kept his being together. And still he unraveled, trembling and slurring through his first orgasm, before being ridden straight into the next. His mind stopped trying to parse sensation, accepting that it was all in service of oblivion.

Zed followed the currents where they led him, until stillness dissipated the fever and he found himself loosed upon the shores of earth once more, in Sam’s arms. “You liked that?”

There was no wit left to summon, but he hummed a tired note and tucked himself deeper into her hold. 

The beauty was in the absence of weight, the lack of that itch of worry. There was a time when he would have picked at every detail, would have thrown himself into every effort to police himself. There were countless days when he couldn’t remove other people—their perception and their judgment—from the way he saw himself, and it had soured his image.

There were scars on his body, dug into his flesh by his own clawing, but it had been some time since his reflection showed them. They faded with the care he’d learned to take, and one day he’d forgotten to look for them.

It was freeing.

He had spent so much time curled inward to hide his chest, but oh how good it felt to breathe until his lungs were full and his chest open. He had muted his own joy by burdening himself with fussing and rules, his attention split between the life he lived and the picture he painted, but his body was his.

Rather than dissecting the parts of himself that brought up that gnawing ache, Zed chose to celebrate.

“Hey,” he breathed against the back of Lena’s neck as she dried her face one evening, her hair up in a towel.

Their gazes met in the bathroom mirror and Lena smiled with a softness that made Zed’s heart all fluttery. “Hello, my love,” she sighed back into him.

“Can I show you something,” he asked, his chin locking over her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“That depends,” Lena chuckled, turning to kiss his cheek, inviting warmth to meet her lips. “There’s not much I can see like this.”

Zed rolled his eyes, but his grin never faltered. “My thighs have gotten hairy,” he couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up as he stepped back. He had often stamped down his excitement over little things, the differences that were so unworthy of note without that personal importance, but he liked sharing them with Lena.

“Well, let me see,” she beckoned. “Come on, drop your pants.”

Zed quickly undid his fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles. His boxer briefs conformed to his body, hugging close, and there were pronounced tufts of hair that spilled out at the edges.

“Oh! It’s very distinct,” she breathed.

“Right? There’s so much!” Without much thought, Zed ran his fingers through the coat of thigh fuzz, his delight filling him. “And it’s so soft.”

“Can I touch?”

Zed’s gaze snapped up, his mind taking a moment longer to process. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

With his hand out of the way, Lena reached between his legs and ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh. “It is soft,” she agreed, chasing a shiver up his body. “And so thick.”

Zed kept himself still while Lena continued to tease her fingers through his hair, caught between the giddiness that she encouraged and the deafening thunder that rolled through his head.

“You like it?”

The deep rumble in Zed’s chest was unconscious, but it brought their gazes together, a curious lift to Lena’s brow as heat rose in his cheeks.

“Yeah, I like it,” he answered.

Zed caught the barest flicker of amusement behind Lena’s eyes, but she kissed him with only sweetness. “Me too.”

Hearing Lena say she liked it—just as she had with most things Zed shared—was magical for his confidence, but Lena didn’t stop there.

Zed hooked his finger in behind the knot of his tie as they closed the apartment door on the night they had spent at a LCorp gala, ready to loosen it from around his neck, when Lena’s hand caught his.

“Let me.”

Zed blinked as his hand lowered and he made no other effort to undress. His jacket was pushed from his shoulders and guided down his arms before being folded neatly over the back of a chair. When Lena returned, she took hold of his tie and tugged. Every step back she took, he followed, their eyes locked together, until he stood in front of his favorite armchair.

Zed’s tie went slack as Lena neared, the fabric slipping through her fingers until she reached up to free him, deftly pulling it loose and letting it fall. She moved to the buttons of his shirt and he didn’t stop her, his thoughts little more than a noisy buzz in his head.

And the further down she got, the lower Zed’s mind sank into the roar of his blood in his veins. Lena was measured, her hands steady and unfaltering, but her heart thudded heavily and her cheeks were touched with color and he could only marvel.

The pull at the back of Zed’s waist and the feeding of the tongue of his belt through its buckle had him enraptured, swimming through the haze of something intoxicating. His pants went down easily and his boxer briefs followed after, and Lena helped him out of everything.

And then Lena was on her knees, right between Zed’s feet, her lips on his stomach. Her kiss was open-mouthed, but it wasn’t sloppy in the way she got when she was desperate, slowly following the trail of hair down from his navel.

At his pelvis, Lena pushed and Zed sat, spread his legs to make room. Her mouth skirted his crotch and instead she sucked at the inside of his thigh, settling into him, one palm flattening against his stomach.

Lena’s touch was often tender, but her lips seemed to leave a prayer on his skin, the reverence of it sparking deeper. He covered the hand on his stomach with one of his own and then teased his fingers into her hair, petting her in a silent expression of the gratitude he couldn’t find words for.

When calm settled over them, Lena’s head turned and she nuzzled her cheek into Zed’s thigh, sighing blissfully. They stayed there like that, together finding peace.

Lena consistently found ways to feed the love Zed had for himself. Her gestures weren’t always loud, but they struck a chord in him, made him want to sing and fill the quiet that left room for him.