𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 ζ zorbyn

dieciocho

after having sex with zach, corbyn's whole body was terribly tired. each limb felt heavy and his eyelids threatened to close at any moment.

corbyn was lying next to zach with his head resting on zach's chest, so that he could hear his breathing and the beating of his heart very clearly.

corbyn had never thought that having sex involved more than just the union of two bodies, it also involved experimenting a lot of strange and wonderful sensations, not to mention that bunch of ​​feelings.

would it have been the same if i had done it with a jack? corbyn wondered.

"are you okay?" zach asked, drawing the blonde's attention.

corbyn lifted his face a little to look at him. "yes." he replied smiling.

"sure, didn't i hurt you?"

"well, it hurt a lot at first but then it felt really good."

"mmm..."

"zach... can i tell you something?"

corbyn felt he had to say it. this was very important to him and he hadn't realized until then.

"do you have hiv?" zach asked with a worried tone.

"what?" corbyn said hitting him in the stomach. "no, it's not that."

"so?"

"i... i think i am..." why was it so embarrassing to say it? "i think i'm..."

"pregnant?" said zach laughing.

corbyn hit him again. "forget it, it's impossible to talk to you."

zach laughed and this time raised a hand to caress corbyn's left cheek. corbyn watched him and he looked so good that he wanted to lean over him and kiss him again.

"what are you thinking about, blonde?"

corbyn smiled. "about how weird this is, i never imagined that my first time would be with you." he admitted.

"do you regret it?"

"no, of course not, do you?"

zach shook his head. "never in my life have i regretted the things i do" he said bringing his mouth to the blonde to give him a kiss, one long kiss.

every time zach kissed him, corbyn could swear it was like getting lost in an abyss of pleasure. it was amazing how only a kiss could give him all that kind of sensations. corbyn felt his smile against my lips.

"what is so funny?" the blonde complained.

"this, i don't usually curl up with anyone after having sex, only sometimes with kay."

corbyn couldn0t help burning in jealousy every time he heard that name. the blonde took the chain from his neck to examine it trying to hide his bad mood and dared to ask about her.

"how long have you known her?"

"mmm... about three years."