Accidentally Married

36. Meal

Zo sat on the couch, his body tense as he scrolled through his phone. He tried to distract himself with a game, hoping it would help take his mind off things. But it wasn't working. 

Lately, his needs had been gnawing at him, an itch he couldn't scratch. 

Before getting married, it had been easy—he could meet a girl, have some fun, and move on. But now things were different. He was married. To a man. And although he was committed to his marriage with Nai, they hadn't yet reached that level of intimacy.

Zo and Nai were still getting to know each other, adjusting to the idea of being together. Their relationship was fragile, like glass, and Zo didn't want to break it by rushing into something Nai might not be ready for. Still, it was hard to ignore his body's needs. 

He had spent the past few weeks holding back, trying to be patient, trying to focus on getting to know his husband better. But the frustration was starting to get to him.

The worst part was that Zo didn't even know how to approach Nai about it. He didn't want to come off as a pervert or someone who only cared about physical intimacy. 

They were still learning how to communicate, and Zo was afraid that if he pushed too soon, Nai might think less of him. 

He had never slept with a man before and had no idea how it would work, but his body ached for some kind of release.

After what felt like hours of wrestling with himself, Zo decided to do something he had never done before: he pulled up a gay adult video on his MacBook. 

He hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen, unsure of how this would make him feel. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, and he pressed play.

But as the video started, Zo immediately felt... off. Instead of being turned on, he was uncomfortable. Revolted, even. 

It didn't match the emotions he'd felt when he thought about Nai. The guys in the video looked nothing like his husband, and the whole thing felt mechanical, disconnected. 

He slammed his laptop shut, groaning in frustration. The tension in his body hadn't eased, and now he felt even worse.

He leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, trying to imagine something different. Maybe if he thought about Nai, he could get in the right headspace. 

He remembered their last kiss, how Nai's lips felt against his, how it made his heart race in a way that no one else ever had. 

That feeling of connection was different from anything Zo had experienced with women before. Slowly, he began to relax, letting himself get lost in the memory.

As his mind wandered, Zo's hand slipped down to his pants, and he started touching himself, gently stroking the younger one down there, imagining Nai instead of the faceless strangers from the video. 

His heart beat faster, and for a brief moment, he was able to let go of the confusion, the frustration, and just focus on the thought of his husband.

But then, the door creaked open, and Zo's eyes snapped open in panic. Nai stood in the doorway, his gaze sharp as he took in Zo's flustered appearance. 

Zo scrambled to grab a cushion, covering his lap as heat flooded his face. His heart raced, not from arousal anymore but from embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" Nai asked, his tone more curious than accusatory.

Zo fumbled for words, feeling trapped under Nai's steady gaze. "Uh... just playing a game on my phone," he lied, forcing a nervous laugh. "Nothing important."

Nai raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. The way Zo was desperately trying to hide his lap and the flush on his face was all too familiar to him. 

Nai remembered behaving exactly the same way when his parents had caught him watching adult videos as a teenager. The pieces clicked into place in Nai's mind, and he realized what Zo had been up to.

Without saying anything, Nai walked over to the couch, his expression softening as he reached Zo. He knelt down in front of him and gently cupped Zo's face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over Zo's cheeks. 

Zo's confusion deepened. What was Nai doing? He braced himself for some kind of awkward conversation, but instead, Nai bent down and kissed him.

It took Zo a moment to react. The kiss caught him completely off guard. Nai had kissed him before, but it had always been soft, cautious, as if they were testing the waters. 

This time, there was something different—a quiet intensity behind Nai's lips that sent a shiver down Zo's spine. Slowly, Zo's body relaxed, and his initial shock melted into something else. 

He kissed Nai back, his lips hungry and desperate, finally letting go of the restraint he had been holding onto for so long.

Nai's fingers moved to Zo's shirt, unbuttoning it with practiced ease. 

Zo could hardly think straight, his mind clouded by the feel of Nai's touch. His husband's hands were warm as they trailed down his chest, sending jolts of electricity through his body. Zo moaned softly, breaking the kiss for a moment to catch his breath.

Nai didn't stop. His hands roamed lower, and Zo gasped as Nai reached his pants. 

Zo had never felt anything like this before—not with any girl, not with anyone. It was different with Nai. More intimate. More real.

Zo's breath hitched as Nai helped him out of his clothes, his touches tender but deliberate. He couldn't believe this was happening. Just a few minutes ago, he had been lost in his own frustration, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them. 

Now, here was Nai, not just understanding what he needed, but giving it to him without hesitation. Zo felt a deep sense of gratitude, mixed with a kind of awe.

Their bodies moved together in sync, and Zo found himself responding to Nai in ways he hadn't expected. Every touch, every kiss, was more than just physical—it was a way of communicating the things they hadn't yet said out loud. 

Zo realized that Nai wasn't just doing this out of obligation or duty. There was genuine care in his actions, a silent understanding that went beyond words.

Zo lay back against the couch, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath as Nai's hand did it's magic.

Nai's lips moved down, to Zo's chest, leaving a wet trail, it's final destination being the pebbled nipples. His moist, warm tongue flicked the hardened nipples, causing Zo to moan out loud, leaking some of his pre cum.

Zo's eyes shot open when he felt Nai's fingers tapping his member's small opening, spreading the slimy fluid across the member.

His eyes met with Nai's seductive gaze. Zo gulped heavily, feeling his lips dry up. He moistened his lips in anticipation as his eyes never broke contact with Nai.

Nai stared back at his husband who was red in arousal as he continued to tease the two nipples with his mouth, his hands stroking and massaging the latter's rock hard member with the precum as lubricant.

Zo couldn't take the stimulation any longer, with a loud moan, he came, splattering the warm, thick fluid all over Nai's hand.

Nai smirked looking at the sticky fluid flowing down his hand and commented. "You such a dirty boy."

Zo flush in embarrassment. He couldn't believe that he came so much in a simple hand job. His jaws dropped as he saw Nai sticking out his tongue to lick the fluid spilt on his hand.

Nai lavishly licked every single drop from his hand and looked at Zo, "Thank you for the meal."