Silence filled the space between you. Your skin prickled, suddenly all too aware of exactly where he'd been staring all this time. Surely you'd heard wrong, Zandik had barely seemed interested in platonic relationships, and you'd certainly never caught any hint of physical desire behind those carmine eyes.

He straightened up in his chair, the movement breaking you out of your stupor. Were you supposed to have said something? Had it been a question? Maybe you were tired and that's how you'd mis-

"They look bigger," Zandik held up his hands and made a groping motion with his fingers, "more full."

Instinct finally caught up and you shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to tug at your uniform. It didn't even have a low cut.

He tilted his head curiously, the quick flicker of his eyes back down making your cheeks heat up faster than they already were.

"What? Not big on compliments?" Zandik crossed his arms in front of his chest, clicking his tongue while you floundered for a reply.

"You- that's not a compliment!" You hated how your voice cracked. The sound of blood rushing was all you could hear for a moment, thinking you might actually pass out from sheer embarrassment.

He merely scoffed, finally brushing those teal strands away from his face. "Of course it is."

"It's creepy! Don't comment on peoples bodies! Why are you even staring there in the first place?!" At least today you'd suggested studying at your dorm instead of the House of Daena or, archons forbid, at a café in town.

Zandik twirled a pen, not even bothering to listen to your reprimand. "Right right. I'm staring 'cuz I like them, dimwit."

Your heart skipped a beat, eyes going so wide it felt like they'd pop right out of your head. The next moment was like seeing an impossible transformation take place, like Zandik realised a stream of consciousness had been spoken out loud.

He looked off to the side, teeth bared in a sneer. "The curvature has a pleasant slope from a purely aesthetic perspective.."

"An aesthetic perspective.." Your arms were still tightly wrapped in front of your chest.

Zandik tried to clear his throat, eyes dropping down to the compendium that had sat untouched by him for nearly an hour by now. Not even after flipping through several pages did his ears show any sign of getting less red.

"Think of it as scientific inquiry," he began, voice significantly less sharp now, "I'm unfamiliar with the experience of having two large glands stuck to the front of my chest."

You scrunched your nose at his choice of words but didn't interrupt. It clearly irked him that you remained silent, taking a deep breath while running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm simply curious about the structure, the weight, the give, the uhm-..." he gestured once more, palms up as he first imitated the motion of lifting something gently before turning his hands, pinching his index finger and thumb together and tugging at air.

Something traitorous fluttered in your stomach.

It barely took any time at all from you'd sighed out a little 'go ahead' to Zandik had tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top, slender fingers clumsily tugging and pulling at any fabric until your chest was bare. You'd barely had time to gasp, everything a blur until his hands had trembled just above your naked breasts.

His palms were warm, the touch exploratory and gentle at first. Little squeezes, moving the soft flesh beneath his hand, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

When the first soft breath left your lips, something in his eyes changed. Zandik looked almost feral when he repeated the movement, rolling your nipples between his fingers until you were squirming beneath him and grasping at his robes.

"So fucking soft.." He squeezed hard, pain shooting through your nerves and making your back arch.

"C-careful.."

You weren't sure if he even heard you, continuing to bury his fingers into the pliant flesh hard enough that you found yourself wondering how badly you'd bruise.

Zandik leaned down, and your pulse picked up immediately, eyes fluttering in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, overwhelming heat washed through you as Zandik's lips closed around one sensitive peak, tongue messily lapping at everything he could reach.

The suction felt like too much paired with sharp teeth scratching at your skin. Zandik moaned against your skin, one hand still squeezing and tugging at your other breast.

Small thanks left his lips between little groans and nips at your flesh. You didn't even realise that his free hand had slipped beneath his clothes before he came, biting down hard on your breast while his hips jerked with enough force to rattle the bed.

Zandik looked utterly spent as he collapsed on top of you, tongue peeking out and continuing to lap at your skin. A quiet chuckle left him when you grunted in protest, unwilling to push him off entirely because of how unreasonably sweet he looked.

"Next time," he panted, "I want to see how they feel against my cock."