What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 6: Distracted- Zorbyn

Summary: Daddy had to take a call

Zach's POV
Thick, warm breaths fanned over his shoulder. Slow, steady hips rising and falling.

Gentle hands held him close, following each beautiful bounce. Drinking in every soft cry and quiet moan.

Sharp, sudden ringing drowned out heavy pants. Glazed orbs drifting lazily to his phone.

Clouded brown met frozen blue, a silent plea swimming through chocolate lakes.

Pale fingers wrapped around the device, leading his baby through each thrust.

" Hey, D. What's up?" Shadowed gems traced every move, plump lip tucking between sharp fangs.

" The breaths are just Zach. We're working out." One corner quirked up. The blonde going quiet.

" Nah, we're focusing on our lower half." Strong hips rolled into him in silent command. Brown locks hung, storm clouds forming over muddy pools.

" Zach loves working out. Don't you, princess?" The words barely registered. Blood roared in his ears, muffling all, but the thrashing waves. His smaller body slumped against the larger, glazed brown glassy.

" Yeah, we can hang out later. What time?" A quiet whimper slipped past parted lips, a warm face nuzzling into his neck.

" Yeah cool. I gotta go. Zach's demanding attention." The snow-white box was tossed aside. Plump cheeks pressed to his thighs, moist breaths heating his neck.

" Daddy."

" We've gotta increase that stamina, Baby boy." Zach sighed heavily, shadowed copper falling behind as Corbyn started up a steady rhythm, back pressed to their cool sheets." Daddy doesn't always wanna be on top."

A teasing, swollen tip nuzzled his ring, glossy blue watching him squirm." The next time you stop, that's it. Do you understand me?"

" Yes, Daddy," small hips rolled down, bottom lip poking out, a whimper caught in his throat.

" Please, Daddy. I'm tired."

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