Author's Note: AHHHHHHHHH. I was a fucking mess the entire time I wrote the smut scene. I know it's probably awkward in pacing and word choice, but please forgive me. It's like, the first piece of smut I've ever written. ANYWAY! Expect more angst coming soon >:)
Zahar laid beneath Vale, arm crossed over his eyes and panting like he’s just run a marathon. His hair is disheveled, as are his clothes. Vale had taken his time undressing the taller man and now takes his place between Zahar’s legs. He wraps his arms around each thigh and bobs his head ever so slowly. Pink hair falls in front of Vale’s eyes, lightly hiding them from view, something that Zahar chooses to change. He reaches forward and cards his fingers through Vale’s hair, pulling slightly during a particularly deep suck.
“Fuck, Vale…go faster already.” Zahar pants out. Vale just takes his time, hollowing his cheeks around Zahar and breathing through his nose. Stubborn, both of them. He almost pulls his mouth off, but stops right at the tip before going back down in one languid movement. Vale’s eyes stare up into Zahar’s with each bob, never looking away. Not like he could with the grip Zahar had on Vale’s hair.
Zahar decided to test the waters, something he usually doesn’t do in bed, but it pays off. He pushes Vale’s head down harshly, bringing it back up and down, fucking into the other man’s mouth. Vale’s eyes go wide, and he gags slightly, but does nothing to oppose what Zahar has done. He just lets the other use him. Every now and then, Vale taps on Zahar’s thigh for air, something he needs, but can only get so much of through his nose.
“You’re gonna kill me, dove.” Vale lets out on a moment of respite. Zahar just smiles down at him, combing his fingers through pink hair.
“Maybe you should’ve thought about how you were going too slow.”
“I wanted to enjoy you.” Vale purrs out.
Zahar’s cheeks go flush with embarrassment. He hasn’t slept with anyone since their break up and forgot how sticky sweet Vale is in bed.
Vale shifts from his current position below Zahar’s hips, and climbs up to kiss Zahar. Their lips lock in a sweet embrace, tongues not fighting for dominance, but to truly taste one another. Zahar can taste himself on Vale’s tongue, but doesn’t mind. He’s missed kissing this idiot.
“I wanna fuck you Zahar. Please let me.” Vales whispers out between peppery kisses along Zahar’s neck. He places hickies around like a necklace for all to see.
“Don’t tease me anymore, then, and I’ll let you.” Vale laughs before responding.
“I promise, dove. I’ll take good care of you.” Vale’s hands come to cup Zahar’s face and kisses him one more time before moving to grab a bottle of lube off the nightstand. He pours enough onto one hand, discarding the bottle somewhere on the bed before moving his hand down towards Zahar’s entrance.
“If I hurt you at all, tell me, okay?” Vale warns before carefully before gently prodding open his lover for the night. “Just the night,” Vale reminds himself. He inserts his first finger before pausing to give Zahar a moment to adjust. He truly doesn’t want to hurt him, not like this at least.
“You can keep moving…” Zahar whines out. Vale huffs with a small smile before inserting a second finger and slowly scissoring open Zahar. He’s purposefully avoiding that one spot where Zahar will see stars with. Instead he lays under Vale’s smaller frame and his mercy. His achingly slow mercy. Vale continues at an agonizing pace, using a third finger only to tease Zahar at what’s to come.
“Vale if you don’t fuck me this instant, I’m going to kick your stupid ass out like you are.”
“My dear prince, what a foul mouth you have. Maybe you should have been the one blowing me instead if you wanna use your mouth so badly.” Vale is quick to retort. In doing so, he takes his fingers out of the man below him, Zahar instantly regretting having spoken up. He thinks Vale’s going to do just that and torture him more when Zahar feels a pressure at his rear. Without saying a word, Vale pressed his cock into Zahar in one quick motion.
“F-fuck.” Zahar moans out. The pink haired man pulls out to the tip before pressing in again, this time aiming for that special spot.
“Still my whore, aren’t you, Bista? Let me hear you, won’t you? Give me something to remember.” Vale pistons in and out of Zahar like an animal in heat, finally giving the taller man what he wanted this entire time, a fast and hard fuck. Not like their normal nights together, no. In one particularly hard thrust, Vale managed to hit that sweet spot. Zahar moans loud, covering his mouth for a moment, embarrassed that his neighbors could possibly hear. Vale stops dead in his tracks.
“Cover your mouth again and I leave you like you are.” Vale’s quick to use Bista’s own threat against him. And trust, Vale would leave. He’s done it before, hasn’t he? Zahar is quick to move his hand from his mouth, not daring to tempt the beast. Vale’s hands grip Zahar’s waist, nails digging into skin leaving little crescent like shapes in tan skin.
“Please…keep going, ‘m so close.” Zahar almost wants to cry he’s so horny in this moment. It’s been what? Weeks since been fucked by Vale and he’s just as cruel tonight as he was the night he left. Vale picks up his pace, fucking into Zahar with quicker, harsher thrusts. Zahar arches his back off the bed, gripping the sheets in his hands. Tears spring at the corner of his eyes as Vale repeatedly hits his sweet spot, abusing it over and over again. He edges Zahar closer to completion, before pulling out completely. Zahar truly whines at this.
“I wanna see you ride me before you cum, dove.” Vale is quick to change their positions, finding himself with his back to the bed Zahar previously occupied. Now it’s Zahar’s turn to lead the game. He straddles Vale’s hips, aligning his hole with Vale’s cock. Slowly, he lowers himself onto cock below him and he instantly relishes in the moment of bliss it brings. Zahar moans out wantonly, placing one of his hands on Vale’s abdomen to help push himself up and down, riding Vale like nothing else mattered. He clenches around Vale, causing Vale to hiss, the grip on Zahar’s hips likely to leave prints there.
“God, dove. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Vale is mouthy by this point, not knowing when to shut up, but also unable to. He just wants to praise Zahar for doing so well. For taking care of himself while he’s been gone. For doing everything he said he could without Vale.
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Taking care of yourself on my cock. Riding me like you don’t know what else to do with that slutty body of yours.” He takes one of his hands and reaches for the one on his abdomen, slowly threading his fingers with Zahar’s. Vale begins to thrust up into Zahar, timing it with the other man.
“Cum for me, dove. I know you want to. You’ve done everything I’ve asked. So good. Fuck you feel so goddamn good on me.”
Zahar doesn’t respond in words, but moans. Angling his hips to find that god forsaken spot and does. He sees those bright white stars behind his eyes and cums with a shout, not caring if the neighbors can hear him anymore. All he wants to do is hear Vale’s filthy mouth. Feel Vale’s filthy mouth on his. So, Zahar leans down to kiss Vale, sloppy from the high he’s feeling after having just cummed onto himself and his ex.
Vale smiles into the kiss, before pushing Zahar back down onto the bed, pulling out, and shooting ropes of thick cum all over the man. Afterwards, he mimics Zahar, leaning over the man to kiss into his mouth. He licks into Zahar’s mouth and then pulls back slightly, pressing their foreheads together. They share the air between them, each man panting into the open space between them.
“I’ll get you cleaned up. Your bathroom is down the hall, right?” Vale asks quietly. All Zahar can do is nod, not having the energy to respond elsewise. Vale gets up on wobbly legs, padding through the room and down the hall. A light flickers on in Zahar’s peripheral, but is quick to turn back off. Footsteps come back into the bedroom, and a cool wet towel is felt wiping down Zahar. It’s gentle in nature, soft. Unlike the man who is implementing the movement.
Zahar didn’t notice he had closed his eyes, and when he opens them, he can see Vale sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down the hall at the front door.
“...are you going to leave?” Zahar basically whispers out. He’s afraid. Vale turns his head to look adoringly at Zahar with a sad smile on his lips.
“Do you want me to?” It’s quiet in the room with both men not knowing what the other is thinking.
“I thought you wanted this to mean nothing. If I stay, clearly it means something.” Vale states simply.
“I know.” Vale doesn’t respond. Just turns back to look at the door again before standing up. Zahar’s heart beats wildly in his chest and he closes his eyes again, not wanting to see the other leave. Again. Instead, he feels the bed dip and a body climb near him, pulling a blanket over both bodies. When he opens his eyes, he sees Vale looking back at him. That same sad smile still on his lips. God, he wishes Vale didn’t look so sad at him.
Vale reaches up to cup Zahar’s face. “There’s water on your side of the bed for you.” He says softly. Always caring for him until the end. Vale nestles in closer to Zahar, wrapping an arm around his waist and resting his head on Zahar’s chest. Being the smaller of the two, Vale always seemed to fit into the right places of Zahar’s body. Bista smiles at this.
“Can I say it?” Vale whispers.
“That I love you. With what my broken heart can afford to.” Zahar sighs at this. He knew this was going to be a mistake. He was supposed to be getting over Vale, not staying in love with someone that actively broke his heart.
“I know, dove. I know… Go to sleep. You need it.” Vale’s hand, the one on Zahar’s cheek, moves to intertwine with Zahar’s open hand. He closes his eyes.
When Zahar awoke, he felt a cold spot next to himself. He blinked open his eyes, the room in a soft yellow. Vale was gone.