Falling | zaylor ✓

Peaches

{smut warning}

Taylor's hand wrapped loosely around Zac's length so he could slowly stroke him. Zac gasped, earning a 'tsk tsk' from the other due to the sound that had escaped the drummer's lips. His hand pulled away, which led to another noise escaping Zac's lips. It was more of a whine than the previous sound.

"I don't wanna hurt you," Taylor whispered quietly, pressing a quick kiss to the chest of his friend.

"I'll say a safeword or something," Zac spoke breathlessly, not caring for the minute details. But Taylor, on the other hand, didn't want Zac to end up regretting any of this. Even though it would be a bit awkward to stop right before they even began, it's not like he'd ever want Zac to be doing something he wasn't interested in doing.

"What should our safeword be, then?" he asked, bringing a hand up to slowly stroke Zac's cheek with the back of his hand, causing a smile to appear on the other's face. He jutted out his lower lip in a small pout as Zac's chest heaved.

"Uh, I don't know," Zac spoke, opening his eyes. He looked around the room, searching for something that they otherwise would not say in the middle of sex. He spotted a small painting that sat in the corner of his room. Something he had ordered online while drunk. It was a simple painting of a bowl of fruit, which gave him the idea.

"Peaches," Zac spoke, saying the very first idea that came to his mind.

"Peaches?" Taylor clarified with his eyebrows raised. Zac nodded his head. It was odd to the older of the two that of all things that could have come to Zac's mind, it was fucking peaches. But there had to have been weirder things out there that people have chosen. Once they figured that out, Taylor began kissing down the drummer's body. He trailed further and further downward until he reached Zac's erect length. For a second, he glanced up at his friend with a smirk. But after only a few seconds of eye contact, Taylor continued moving down, leaving his groin area untouched. Zac sighed, hoping for a repeat of their previous fun.

"Okay, I'm gonna prep you, alright? And if you want me to stop, you say...what was it again?" Taylor asked, having already forgetten the safeword they had agreed on.

"Peaches," Zac reminded him with a smile.

"That's right," he said before sitting up. "Do you have any sort of lotion?" he asked, knowing the likelihood of that was relatively high. Though he most likely wouldn't have any proper lube, Zac had been known for always being the hornball on the tour bus. (But also, he was the youngest and therefore was still figuring his body out during that time, so they gave him that.)

Zac sat up a little bit and reached for his nightstand. Pulling open the drawer of said furniture, he pulled out a small bottle of hand lotion that he always kept nearby. You know, just in case...his hands got dry...yeah. That's why...

Taylor took the bottle from him, tipping it upside down. Once he popped the top open, he poured a good amount into his hand. Not too much where it would make things difficult by becoming too slippery, but not too little where things would hurt, you get what I mean?

So once his index and middle fingers were all prepared for what he'd been wanting for so long, he lined his index finger with Zac's entrance. To try and distract him, he united their lips once again. Unfortunately, even with their lips connected, Zac still pulled away and groaned (a not so pleasant groan) when Taylor's finger slipped into him.

"It hurts, fuck," Zac spoke, spreading his legs a bit more with the hopes that it would help him become more comfortable, but unfortunately to no avail.

"Do you want me to st--"

"No," Zac replied with a shake of his head. His face was becoming rather red, and it seemed as if stopping would be best for him. But if he didn't want that, then that worked too.