Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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"If you do it, I'll let you do me."

The words echoed in Zee's mind.

Now, you're probably thinking, was that necessary? Recently, yes. Saint had a fucking rule for the last week (trust me it was long) that under no circumstances was Zee sleeping with him. Saint was still hanging it over his head that he did not visit him at home. Zee thought he was joking, but last time he tried kissing him - kissing - Saint had only avoided his lips and skipped off. Even kissing was off the table!

But then Joss tagged him in this new trend these days. Frankly, he wasn't interested in doing a handstand while putting a shirt on. He didn't even know he was tagged until Saint sent him a screenshot of the so called challenged where Joss tagged him, and said: "If you do it, I'll let you do me."

How can Zee say no? Sometimes he can hear his friends laughing in his head calling him whipped. But so what? Besides, he's got a reward at the end.

"Are you ready?"

Speaking of rewards, the person of the giving end of it raised a brow in provocation. Saint was sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with one leg outstretched, hand unwrapping his gloves. They had just finished doing some weights, Zee managing to control himself as Saint stretched and sweated in front of him.

"Do I really have to?" Zee whined but really, he was determined to do it. It was just fun to rile Saint up as much as he does to him.

"If you want me..." Saint bit his lip and shrugged. "I'm not forcing you too." Saint looked at him from head to toe, gaze heated that it made Zee shiver in want. "Though, goodluck in staying celibate."

"I'm fucking doing it." Zee growled, hate that somehow Saint always manages to get the upper hand when teasing. He stomped to the other side of the hallway, trying to see how's he's going to do it.

Zee took his black shirt off, damp with sweat, smirking to himself when he caught Saint staring at the corner of his eye.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I have dozens, thanks. I'll add to my collection."

Saint wasn't even ashamed and Zee chuckled. His baby was brazen and shameless.

"I'll take the video," Saint grabbed Zee's phone from beside him and set it up to grab the perfect angle. "Whenever you're ready."

Zee walked into the frame, dropping the shirt on the floor and adjusting his sweats down. He heard breath hitching and he tried not to let it show on his face. The heat simmered in his belly, but he knew the faster he got this over with, the faster he'd be in Saint. Bending down, he placed both hands on the floor and did a handstand, his feet propped up on the wall. He felt his whole body strain, his arms shaking as he tried to navigate his shirt on him with one hand. His body was trying to keep him balanced, and he could hear Saint's breath getting deeper. Blood rushed down his head, and his other head, and he tried to move as quick as possible. At the last second, he finally did it and he dropped down on the floor, laughing. He breathed out slowly and smiled at the camera, giving a peace sign - that was all he could do before he saw Saint drop his phone on the floor and crowded him against the wall, sitting in his lap in one movement.

"That was hot." Saint breathed hotly against his lips, his hand coming to support his Nong's waist. Then Saint leaned down and caught his mouth in his. The week long absence of kisses and Saint's body against his was too much to bear, and he responded just as hard. He pulled him closer to his body, groaning as his hard cock and Saint's own brushed against each other.

"Fuck!" Zee cursed, head slamming back on the wall behind him as Saint trailed his kisses down before biting on his adam's apple.

"Take me," Saint murmured against his skin, and Zee complied, hands slipping inside Saint's sweatpants, groaning as he found the vixen did not wear anything underneath.

"You were commando the whole damn time?!" Zee groaned, cupping flesh. Thoughts of their earlier workout flittered his mind.

"Hmm," Saint moaned as Zee squeezed his cheeks. "I prepped myself too."

"Fucking fuck Sup!"

Saint giggled before it came out as a strangled moan as Zee's finger entered him easily. "I-I p-planned this whole thing."

How can Zee be so lucky? Really. How? He scissored his fingers, liking the way Saint moved in tandem, before his baby pulled away just enough to gather the ends of Zee's shirt in his hands and pull it off. He had to take his fingers out for a second before putting it back as Saint stripped him.

Saint pulled his head to face him and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Hurry up and put your cock in me."

Zee raised a brow, before smirking. He leaned up and pressed a hot kiss into Saint's mouth, licking in, before whispering against his lips. "My pleasure."

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Zee breathed out harshly, Saint was doing no better. They were both sprawled on the floor, panting as they got their bearings back. One week of no sex built them up so much, he felt like he could not move for the next week.

Saint propped up on his arm, smiling down at him, one hand trailer down Zee's chest. He looked up, smacking his lips, tired but still responded to the light caress on his abs. "What?"

"I love working out with you."

Zee smirked, pulling him down and placing a teasing kiss at the corner of his mouth, nipping at his plump lip and liking the way Saint pressed in close for more. "Fitness with you beats working out alone."

Saint threw a leg over him, straddling him again. "Hmm, didn't you say you were going to train me from head to toe?"

Zee's hands travelled up to Saint's waist, admiring Saint's almost porcelain skin, the ridges of muscles starting to be more prominent. "Uh-huh."

"Then why don't we start round two?"