EizenXZaveidX!female!reader

Blissful Disarray

You squirmed under the scrutiny, face burning like countless flames in some kind of satanic pyre. The balance of searing crimson fire and soothing cobalt waters was an easy peace at the moment, those eyes watching eagerly as you stripped yourself, as per their demands.

"Hold on, hold on." Zaveid suddenly spoke in a smooth instruction for a moment of your time. Save for that which you'd already offered.

"W-what now?" You asked him bitterly, voice shaky.

He held his hands up defensively, a Cheshire smile scrawling upon his tanned lips. "Whoa now, kitten, don't be so eager to scratch. Though I love the enthusiasm~" He said hungrily, his voice a sultry dare as he grinned salaciously. So typical of him.

"If you have something to s-say, now is a damn good time." You reminded him of your current occupation, a fluctuating of your hips an entrancing reminder.

He chuckled at your venomous tone, the sound more gruff than usual; clear evidence of his arousal. "Well, I can't help but notice you're mostly naked," He pointed out, a hand inching slightly away from his interlaced arms to show as much.

"How very observant." You retorted flatly.

"But," He began, cutting you off before further banter ensued, your sharp tongue all too enticing for him to risk exposure to, lest he face infection, "I would really reeeally like to help you with that~" He said in a tone ever so wrung with desire; his general teasing inflections failing with the barest cracks in his deep voice.

You grinned wickedly at him, breasts bare as you had removed the top part of your dress, your bottom half still remaining. Though your laced panties remained, they clung to your body, the material and small amount of areas they covered leaving precious little to the imagination.

"Ooh~? You mean with this~?" You began to purr, your dashing fingers slowly creeping to the edges of your dress, hiking it up and around your hip and thigh.

You could practically hear the arousal in the room; hissing and the sucking of teeth sending a chill down your spine.

"Mmmm-hmmmm~" He sinfully replied in a husky sigh, a delectable pink tongue darting out to slowly wet dry lips. You smiled pridefully.

Zaveid, patience spent, moved from his spot, chair creaking in response to his sudden movement. Nothing would stop him from getting his way. Nothing, save for the hand that roughly wrapped around his wrist, jerking him away from you. His disdainful look was prominent on his handsome features as he eyed the man beside him.

"Not just yet, Zaveid. I think you've had your fair share. Remember, she's here for both of us." Eizen, whose eyes shown with a delicious amount of ferocity as the words left his inviting mouth, practically snarled at the beautifully brown man.

Zaveid scoffed, ripping his wrist from the other mans grasp, taking it in his own as he flicked it repeatedly. "Ugh, this is ridiculous. Don't touch me. It makes me feel... weird." He said, voice rather disgusted. Having another guy touch him in such a...state, did not please him.

"Easily done," Eizen stated, his marginally taciturn tone betrayed only by the grumbling in his chest, "after all, it's not you I want to touch." He growled, eyes gazing at you with what you could only describe as carnal: savage.

Zaveid's red eyes darting quickly between the both of you multiple times, his face progressively more aggravated as he noted the festering desire nurtured mutually between Eizen and yourself. A twitch of his brow and deepening of his displeased frown, he sighed, relenting.