Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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Saint was turned away for one moment, phone in hand. Zee managed to slip away from him for a second but only to grab him more snacks ("Couldn't you get them by yourself?" "Don't you love me?") when a new notification for Zee's story popped up. Clicking on it, he tilted his head at the song suggested, curious, he went on spotify to find what it's about.

ᴴᵒʷ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ?

ᵂʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ

ᴵ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ

The lyrics resounded in his ears. The words somehow embedding into his brain, the meaning going straight to the pumping muscle in his body. His whole being somehow responded and suddenly, it was too warm.

"Hey, so I got more popcorn and some jelly, which ones did you–"

Zee didn't get to finish his sentence, for Saint stood up, and dragged Zee away from the couch they were settling in. Somehow Zee managed to place the food on the table as he got taken away, looking confused and lost, meeting the equally confused but amused smirks of their managers. "What's going on?" He mouthed before they disappeared around the corner and Saint was pushing him in one of the rooms.

The door slammed closed, echoes of "please don't make a mess" falling on deaf ears. Zee was then pushed up against the same door, Saint crowding him.

"Sup?" The look in Saint's eyes were dark, too dark to tell which emotions were running through them. But one thing was for sure, he was going to be devoured.

"Did you mean it?" Saint whispered, fingers trailing down Zee's face, fingers stopping at his lips so that when Zee spoke, his mouth moved against them.

Zee's breath came out ragged, Saint's fingers had always have this effect on him, leaving his brain liquified, almost to the point he can't think.

"Did you?" The question was repeated, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts to answer. He knew what Saint meant.

"As I always have." It was no secret. Zee's feelings. But there was always this boundary. It was one thing when everyone thought he was joking on set. But it was another when he finally did something about it. Sometimes words failed him because often Saint would take it as it comes, sometimes not seeing that Zee was serious. He learned that if you can't express yourself in words, a song can speak for you. But now, he needs to know the answer he's been waiting for too.

Saint closed his eyes tightly, breathing out slowly like he was trying to calm himself. Zee kissed the fingers pressed to his mouth, before those same digits trailed down to cup the side of his neck, thumb pressing against his adam's apple.

"Me too." Was all he heard before Saint fused their mouths together.

Kissing Saint was not anything new. He's kissed Saint more times than he can count. He knows the dips and curves of the others lips. The way the felt against his own. The plump flesh against his lips, pushing hard against him. The other's tongue battling his own. It was not something he wasn't used to.

But this, the full on passion, both gentle and rough, Saint pressing him against the door and keeping them so close together, you can't tell where one begins and where the other ends. A strangled moan came out of him, the fingers tightening around his throat and he lifted his own arms and held Saint's head firmly to his.

"Home." Saint spoke against his lips, and his brain sent him to overdrive. One word, sometimes said in quip, but this time there was no mistaking it. He knew what Saint was referring to. Had always hoped for, and now...

Zee didn't bother to answer, instead pushing at Saint gently to detach themselves, not that he wanted to, but they had to. Not wasting any time, his hand found the knob and they tumbled out the door, this time Zee gripping Saint's hand tightly in his as he led them out, their footsteps rushed. He barely heard their managers calling after them, asking where they were going. Depositing Saint carefully in his car, letting the younger pull him into another breath stopping kiss, he jogged over and keyed in the ignition, backing up and speeding away from P'Chen's house.

The entire ride, Saint was gripping tightly on to his thigh, and he knew the other was just controlling himself preventing any accidents if he were to do what he desperately wanted now. In a flash, Zee had parked, arriving at his home, their home. Saint didn't waste another second, ripping the door open just as Zee exited his own. They rushed inside, and like dejavu, Zee was pressed against his front door again, Saint already connecting their mouths together while his fingers multitasked and unbuttoned the rest of Zee's half done shirt.

Zee couldn't help himself either, detaching their mouths, he dived into Saint's exposed chest just as the other went to town on his own neck. He growled as Saint sucked at that one weak spot. His hands didn't seem to cooperate as he tried to undress his nong, so with another growl, he ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.

"I liked that shirt." Saint murmured teasingly, hands going down to unbutton his phi's jeans.

"I'll buy you another." Zee said, his fingers dragging down Saint's chest and towards his hips pulling him closer. "Shall we go to bed?"

Saint pressed against him, eyes sparking in lust and love. "Only if you carry me."

Zee's body ignited with fire. His hands glided down and with a tug, Saint jumped up and wrapped his legs around Zee's waist as the older blindly carried him towards his bedroom.

Saint bounced on the bed, looking up at Zee.

"Are you sure?" Zee murmured, eyes bright in concern. His hands trailed over the exposed chest of his nong in affection.

"Did you mean it?" The question was asked again.

"Always."

Saint bit his lip, smiling shyly, so different from the vixen earlier, and Zee knew he also meant when he said he felt the same. Just then, the soft bunny transformed into a sly dragon, Saint reaching up and pulling him down on top of him roughly, lips searching at his adam's apple, before whispering.

"Then come inside me."