#zoombie

   The walls of the ryoken are thin, and something from the floor above squeaks frantically, without rhythm with no sign of stopping. It's not even distracting though, if anything it's an omen of what's to come. Flash's lips ghost over zombieman's, before diving into a searing kiss. Zombieman's hands drag down the front of Flash's yukata, only to find the obi and untie it.    The offending piece of clothing opens, both sides caging zombieman in. It's comforting, being closed off from the world, even if only for a moment. Flash sits up to take of his haori, and the yukata follows it, falling to the ground with a muted thump.    "You'll have to be quiet this time," Flash whispers. He's already untying zombieman's obi and helping him out of his dark blue haori. His arms come out of the sleeves, and the white robe is left hanging around his waist.    "Which one of us is talking right now," Zombieman shoots back. His head finds the crook Flash's neck, and leaves a trail of searing kisses to his ear, "and considering your habit of babbling when you or-"    Zombieman's short triumph is cut of by him being pushed back down on the futon and have his yukata opened beneath him. Flash's lips find his in a kiss that's more teeth and tongue than it is lips, and Zombieman moans, because this is the reaction he wanted.    Zombieman's legs find themselves above Flash's shoulders and he moans into the kiss when a soft but strong hand finds his dick, pumping it slowly.    Flash breaks away, and relishing Zombieman's small pants. "I told you to be quiet," he says. He lets go of Zombieman's dick and grabs for the bottle of lube on standby, not more than a foot from the futon. He pours some on his hands, and rubs it on his palms to warm it up.    Zombieman just lays there for a moment, processing the sudden pleasure and sudden loss of it, his head spinning around the scenario of tonight, and how he ended up in his bed again. His head is turned to the side, his forearm resting across his forehead.   Flash slides his hand between Zombieman's thighs and presses a finger against his tight entrance. "You're tense."    "Just do it already." Zombieman groans.    Flash thinks for a moment. "Only if you touch yourself."       This has Zombieman's attention. He moves his arm off his head and looks at Flash with wide doe eyes. "If I what?"    "You heard me, I'll only finger you if you touch yourself." Flash rubs a tight circle around his entrance, and presses hard on it, but not enough to enter.    Zombieman whimpers at the sensation, before moving one of his hands to his cock, and giving a languid pump.    "There we go," Flash encourages, his finger breaching Zombieman's ass. He moans loudly at the sensation, his eyes rolling back when Flash's finger drags against just the right spot. He loses himself in the pleasure, on finger becoming too, but time is lost between the passionate kisses he receives and soft words exchanged between the two.    Flash pulls his fingers out, and removes Zombieman's hand from his dick. Zombieman's eyes open again, hooded as he looks up at Flash. "Flash?"    "Give me a minute," Flash says. He pulls back, and sits up on his knees, letting his erection touch his stomach. He grabs it, and guides it to Zombieman's entrance. "How are you feeling?"    "Good," Zombieman sighs, "go ahead."    The head of Flash's member enter him, and Zombieman's fingers find themselves buried in thick bedding.    "Keep going," Zombieman says, his hips move to better accommodate his length.    Flash moans from above him, and thrusts in further. "Are you trying to get me to hurt you?" Flash hisses.    "Maybe," Zombieman says, "you know I like it when it hurts."    Flash rolls his eyes, because that statement may be true, but they both know he likes soft sex more. "Sure," Flash responds, before continuing to slowly sheath himself Zombieman, before slowly pulling out, working his way in little by little. He bottoms out in one last thrust.    Zombieman opens his mouth, but Flash's fingers find there way inside, muffling a loud moan. "Suck."    His swollen lips close around Flash's fingers, and he makes a hum in approval before using his other hand to grip Zombieman's waist. He uses the leverage to thrust hard into Zombieman, and despite the three fingers in his mouth, his pleasure is audible enough to be heard two rooms over.    "Are you trying to get caught, Zombie?" Flash asks. He thrusts hard, aiming for the spot that has him weak. "Do you wanna get caught like this, with me inside you like this."    Zombieman's eyes widen at the thought of being caught, sending a rush of fear through him.    "Good, then be quiet." Flash removes his fingers from his mouth, and leans over him, pushing Zombieman's ass further in the air.    Zombieman bite his lip so hard his eyes water, and that blood pools in his mouth, the metalic tang enough to distract him from his impending orgasm. His hole twitches and clenches around Flash's cock.    "Are you going to cum?" Flash asks, a smirk on his face. "Gonna cum on this dick?"    He can't say anything, he knows if he opens his mouth that he'll wake up the hole onsen, and all his colleagues in it. He just buries his face in Flash's neck and wraps his arms around his back, grabbing and scratching at the bare skin before flashing white flows inside him, through his veins and the tremors in his body.    Flash follows shortly after, his eyes rolling back in his head as he mutters about how good it feels to be inside him. They stay there, in that moment, and tenderly kiss.    He rests his forehead on Zombieman's. "I love you."    "I love you too, dork."     Flash sits up to get the leverage to pull out, but something about Zombieman's self satisfied smirk makes him worried. "Is something wrong?"    He quickly drops the face, "no, just enjoying the view."    Flash feels something wet brush against his chest, and he looks down only to find an offending piece of white in his hair. "Did you get your jizz in my hair?"    "Maybe," Zombieman says. He's not flustered, or embarrassed in the slightest. If anything he looks proud of himself for it.    "I'm never sleeping with you again."