Forbidden Desires {Ziall AU}

Chapter 6: I lay you down and grab your hips

chapter title from You Put A Spell On Me by Austin Giorgio

So, warning that there is slight edging and choking (blame @Redmoon305) in this chapter. So if you're not okay with that you can skip this one.

Anyway, enjoy!

I hear the soft rasp at the door and practically leaped off my bed, almost tripping over my own damn feet in the process. His smile is the first thing I notice when I open the door, and my mind goes blank. I manage out a hi.

His smile crinkles his eyes a little, "Hi," he takes a moment to look me up and down, and his tongue glides over his bottom lip.

That alone is enough to set off the animal within and I yank him through the door, slamming it behind him. He lets out a little yelp but doesn't try to stop me. Pushing him up against the wall, I see the small smile lingering on his lips, "Eager much?"

The fond smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, "Shut up," I mumble as I press our lips together in a heated kiss. He tastes sweet, as he always does. My tongue slips into his mouth and he tries to move his hips against mine, letting out a low groan. I move my hands to his waist, keeping him pressed against the wall. He's already half hard by the time I move to his neck. When I drag him over to my bed he doesn't protest, letting me manhandle him.

I climb on top of him, grinding down on him in slow movements. He lets out a soft whine and starts clawing at my shirt. I lean back for a moment to tug it off, taking his off in the process. I start kissing down his torso, sucking small red marks here and there. I can feel his rapid chest rising and falling, his fingers wrapped around my arm in a death grip. I make a trail down his body, stopping at the prominent bulge in his jeans. My gaze meets his, he looks at me with hooded eyes and blown pupils. When my hand moves up to start palming him, his head drops back against the bed. Sounds are dropping freely from his mouth now and I've only started touching him. He's going to be writhing when he finds out what I have in store for him.

I undo his jeans and rip his pants down in a swift movement, taking him in my mouth immediately. He lets out a sharp gasp as his back arches off the bed. I waste no time bobbing my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks. His hips buck up into in mouth, making his length hit the back of my throat. My eyes widen, and I gag around him. He moans because apparently, my pain feels good. I plant his hips down on the bed, stopping him from moving. He intertwines his fingers with my hair, tugging a little. I'm not sure if he even realizes he is doing it. His whines start getting higher, and I know that means he's getting close. Even if it weren't for the fact his grip on the back of my head is getting tighter. "Z," Z? That's new. "I'm close, so close." He whines.

I take that as my queue to lift off him as fast as I can, and he gasps at the sudden change. He looks up at me with wide eyes, and it makes me feel bad. He looks so desperate already. "Please." He whispers, his voice trembling.

I place my lips to his in a soft kiss, "Not yet." I can feel his grip tighten around me, and he buries his head in my neck, choking out a sob. My hand rubs small circles into his hip and I take the opportunity to nibble at his neck, sucking another mark.

I grab the lube from the nightstand and pop the cap open, coating my fingers. I ghost my finger around his hole, not pressing in. His breath tickles the side of my face, and his skin is slick with sweat. "More."

I oblige, pressing my finger all the way in. I don't give him time to adjust before I'm curling it inside him. His mouth pops open, but he doesn't make a sound. He gives me a tight nod, and I press a second finger in. I scissor my fingers inside him, and his head drops back once again, leaving his neck exposed. His neck is dotted with love bites, and I almost feel sorry for him, almost. He's going to have a hell of a time trying to cover those up tomorrow.

I rub my fingers against his prostate, and he cries out, grinding back down onto my fingers. It gives me a small smile, seeing how bad he wants it, and knowing I'm in control. I know that I determine whether he can have it or not. He's chasing it, I can see from the glazed-over look in his eye to the way he's clenching around my fingers with every grind. His cock looks angry and red, and he's leaking precome onto his stomach.

I can't even imagine what he's feeling right now, being so aroused but denied release. He's getting feverish, his thrusts getting sloppy. I press up into his prostate one more time before pulling out of him completely. He shoots me a pained look, and that's enough for me to tear off my jeans and line myself up. I press into his warm heat, gasping at the tightness.

By the time I bottom out, he's holding onto me for dear life. His legs curl around my waist, squeezing me into him. It's nice, being this close to him. But there's one tiny problem, I can't move. He's wrapped his legs so tight around me I can't thrust into him. Great.

He's clinging onto me as tight as he can, wrapped around me like a teddy bear. "You have to let me move, love."

He looks into my eyes, "No." he whispers.

I bite the inside of my mouth, smiling at him, "How are you going to finish if I can't move?"

"Don't stop." He murmurs, glistening eyes tracking mine.

"I won't,"

He looks doubtful, he extends his pinkie to me, "Promise?"

My smile spreads across my face, there are times that I forget how adorable he can be. I link my pinkie with his, "Promise."

We lay there for a moment, our hands resting on his chest before he loosens his grip on my waist. I pull my hand away and use it to grip his hip. "Let me know if it's too much, yeah?"

He nods, and soon I'm pulling out of him and slamming back in. We both let out low groans and soon I'm picking up a rhythm. He's gone pliant underneath me, soft moans escaping his open mouth with every thrust. I bury my head in his neck, placing soft kisses along the red marks.

I get packed with an animalistic desire, "Can I try something?" I whisper against his open mouth, as his body is shifting along the bed.

He furrows his eyebrows and I rest my hand on his throat, he looks up at me with wide eyes. His mouth drops open, caught somewhere between shock and a moan. His pupils are blown so damn far there's barely any colour left in his eyes, and the desire inside me only churns faster.

"You ok with this?" I ask, and he nods. "Tap my hip if you want to stop, yeah?" He just nods again, and I'm not sure if he can even think straight at this point. My hand closes around his tainted neck but I make sure to only put slight pressure on the sides. I don't want to cut off his airway. I see his eyes roll into the back of his head, and the noise that rises from his throat doesn't sound human.

"Harder." Oh, I can do harder. I put more pressure on his neck, pressing in deeper. His eyes are barely open anymore and his nails are digging into my back. Profanities are slipping from his mouth like an endless stream now, and his nails suddenly rake down my spine.

Pleasure and pain shoots through my body, causing my grip on his neck to tighten. When I think it might be too much, he comes up his chest without warning. His moan tearing through the otherwise quiet room. He clenches around me, and that's enough for me to shoot my load inside him. I collapse on top of him, unable to hold my own weight anymore. His chest is rising and falling rapidly against mine, and the realisation that this was by far the best sex I've ever had hits me like a freight train.

When my breathing finally stabilizes, I pull out of him. I hear him whimper at the sensation. I wipe us both down with the towel near my bed. He's still in the same position and his eyes are glazed over more than ever before. "You still with me?" I smile, gliding my hand across his cheek.

He gives me a weak nod, and I manage to push us both under the covers. His body instantly curls into mine, his head pushing into my neck. "Did I hurt you?"

I smile into the darkness, "No." although I can still feel the slight sting of the lines down my back.

A comfortable silence floats between us, "We're doing that again." He murmurs.

I smile, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He settles into a comfortable position, and my arms lock around his back. I rub small circles into his sides and soon we're both drifting into a comfortable sleep.

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