Saint changed clothes like he was in a rom com makeover, one after the other and Zee either complimented his own taste in clothes or excluded the few ones which were not going to make it into Saint's wardrobe. Deep down inside he knew Saint looked stunningly beautiful in all of them. The ones which were going to be returned were the ones that made Zee's cock twitch, meaning he wasn't going to take chances by letting Saint wear those and resulting in someone stealing him away from him. Saint was also quite happy that he did not have to wear those particular ones that Zee wanted to return because they made him feel a little too highlighted and he knew for sure heads were gonna turn to look at him twice if he went out wearing those in public. That is the last thing Saint wants, attention from other people. He was happy with Zee paying him attention 24/7.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Zee whined "why do you have to look good in all of those... Poor me"
"Poor you? Are you kidding me... Do you even realise that we haven't had sex from the time we are together" Saint being his straightforward self just blurted that out in passing without realising it made Zee freeze on spot.
"So you want to?.... I... Thought you would take the initiative like last time?"
"Last time... It was you who kissed me first... Then everything just happened"
Since the topic was Saint had to do something right now to get Zee buried inside him again. Saint had fun with their make out sessions but only to be interrupted by some work related call or something in the wrong time and Saint had to carry on with his own work with uncomfortably tight pants.
Saint started stripping slowly right in front of Zee, first his pants came off and he stood there with his shirt almost covering the boxer underneath, he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt one by one, his cock stirred in his boxer only by the way Zee was looking at him.
Zee sat on the bed with his hand a little behind helping his body to lean back and take in the view and the unexpected show Saint was giving to him, Zee gulped and he was breathing through his mouth, his chest rising and falling with no doubt about his heart hammering from inside, his face turned bright red and he just looked at the now half naked Saint who only had his boxer on.
Saint stepped forward and placed both his knees on the bed on both sides of Zee he straddled on Zee's lap on the edge of the bed, Zee only kept staring and breathing heavily and not even helping Saint to sit properly on top of him, Saint leaned down intended to hold one of Zee's wrist and get it to touch him by also bringing his face and lips incredibly close to Zee. Zee closed his eyes and waited for Saint to touch it with his only to be disappointed and because Saint's touch was not felt on his lips but rather on his wrist, Zee snapped out of his daze trying to understand what Saint was doing.
Saint brought the hand he was holding and made it touch his face first by placing it on his cheeks, he slowly dragged Zee's hand down his neck and towards his chest. Zee couldn't feel Saint's chest drumming just like his, Saint looked up to the ceiling and moved the hand down his abs and only when Zee thought that the next thing he was going to touch Saint's junior, it was diverted to the back and was made to hold the ass. Zee held it and kneaded it, gaining sweet noises from the younger, Zee brought his other hand which was not being dictated by Saint and ran his fingers into the hair tugged it, Saint groaned and both Zee hands squeezed whatever present in it. While Saint's mouth only made erotic noises, Zee's mouth latched onto the pink bud which was what he was looking at from the beginning.
He sucked, licked, kissed, bit and did whatever he pleased with those buds which were now swollen, Zee now held both bottom cheeks and played with by occasionally giving it a spank. Saint held Zee's head and placed soft kisses all over and when the pair of lips soft as a baby's skin touched his own all sanity broke loose.
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City of Love [Zaintsee]
FanfictionSaint, a cellist from Paris encounters a man whom he feels as his one true love, whereas Zee a rich businessman from Thailand, goes on dates with random girls. Although Zee never once touched a woman inappropriately, his only motive is to find true...