What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 8|Zorbyn- Smut

*Incest
Zach is 23
Corbyn is 16
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Summary: Corbyn and Zach spend a cold night by the fire

Zach's POV
The light that flickered along our bodies left trails of sparking flames, leaving our clothes burning oranges and scorched reds.

Heat billowing from the gaping maw of the hearth. The hot breath fanning over the carpet and drifting through the air, weaving expertly between our entwined figures, effortlessly fighting off winter's biting chill.

Our shadows danced along the wall, nothing more than a writhing black mass, our bodies interlocked too tightly to be told apart. On the open gray canvas, we were one being of passionate lust and electric shocks.

Corbyn's lips seared with desire, putting the waving fire to shame. The friction of our bodies, the burning feel of clothes dragging along my skin, left me longing to feel him raw, vulnerable.

His breath sliding down my throat with his sigh, drawing me in closer and parting his thighs to allow me between. His fingers burying themselves within my hair, tugging incessantly until I let my tongue penetrate his slightly parted lips. His own happily greeting its guest whilst we pressed flush together.

I brought his tongue up with me, lips quirking as I nibbled at the sensitive muscle. Watching drool run down his chin. The water liquid fire in the inferno's light.

Finally, I let it fall from between my teeth. Tracing its path down to the drop of escaped saliva and enjoying the show he made of licking it away. His dark eyes lidded heavily as he gazed up at me.

Our chest were meeting constantly, panting breaths mixing between us, forming our own air to breathe.

The golden light left his flushed cheeks a pretty, glittering yellow. Those burning jewels of cold fire alight even in the dark.

I allowed my lips to begin a slow, teasing trail down his jaw. Brushing and dancing along his perfect skin on their way to his awaiting neck. His sweet, helpless little noises drowning out the quiet, distant patter of falling hail.

My teeth gently working at the swell of his Adam's apple. Enjoying the way it bobbed in my mouth when he swallowed.

" Fuck, I missed you," the sophomore's words a gasping sigh. Tilting his head for me," so glad... y-yo-oh~... could make it home for Christmas."

I drew back with a wet pop, gleaming ropes connecting me to my toy as I raised up onto my hands. Towering over my little brother.

" Nothing could keep me away from you," I breathed low to him. Glassy eyes lidded, gazing down at my prey.

Corbyn lay there beneath me. Pretty pink lips left red and swollen from my kisses. Skin flushed from my touch. Cool blue dark with desire swimming within its depths. Desire for me.

" Besides," I purred to him," I had to give you your early Christmas present."

My hand drifting to ghost along his cheek. My boy leaning into my hand, rumbling for me. Always so perfect for me.

" Mine," the word a low growl in the back of my throat.

Corbyn only smiled, arms encircling my neck to pull himself up leaning off the couch to press into me. His lips gliding along mine.

" Only your's."

Our lips met again. His already parted and eagerly awaiting my attention.

My hands worked down his body as my tongue worked inside his mouth. Brushing my fingertips along the plush cloth of my hoodie that he stole. Searching for even the slightest rise or fall beneath his clothes. And ultimately, I decided Corbyn was better naked, always.