Fragments of Love: A ZaintSee Collection

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There was always this stereotypical view on gay relationships. It was always assumed that the one who tops wears the 'pants' in the relationship while the bottom was the 'girl'. But last Saint checked, they both had dicks and they both were guys. He hated how this view even existed. Couldn't one bottom because they wanted to? Couldn't one top just because? Should there be labels attached to preference?

No, Saint concluded. There should not be. Why does there have to be?

See, Saint loved being bottom. Maybe it was the way a cock drags inside and out, making him feel whole. Maybe it was the way it made him squirm out of sheer pleasure. Maybe it was the fact that he could clench around the very same thing that made him lose his mind and see the effects it had on the person topping him. Maybe it was also because he was doing it with someone he loved, and looking up at Zee as he moved just so, drove his Phi crazy and fucked him even better.

But really, what he really loved is being taken cared of. Fucking is one thing, but making love is another. Sure, hard sex doesn't look all too lovey from the outpoint view, but they don't know the feeling running through his veins at the moment. Slow, hard, fast, rough. When you do it with the person you swore your heart to, it really was love making.

Zee, too, loved taking care of people around him. As much as Saint does. It just flowed through into their intimate selves as well. Often times he just get drained, losing himself to others and forgetting that he needs to take into account his well being too. But his Phi had always always taken good care of him, had showed him he loved him in more ways than one. Saint just let himself fall for it.

As much as Zee takes care of his needs, there are times that his Phi needs it as much as Saint does on certain days.

And Saint? He was someone who always put others above him first, Zee was no exception.

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Saint heard footsteps outside the room. He was laid in Zee's bed, waiting for the older to finish exercising. Convincing his boyfriend that he was coming to his house was surprisingly not hard. It took Saint a second when Zee had only nodded and smiled at him through the screen of his phone as they video called. Saint had noticed something off immediately. For one, Zee usually doesn't give in as easily with the virus going around, and two, Zee seemed distracted, his smile not the usual blindingly bright as the sun. Saint had felt a sinking feeling in his gut and immediately sought to leave as quick as he could.

Arriving at Zee's and letting himself in, with the keys his Phi had given him, he noticed the quiet atmosphere. The feeling in his stomach only got heavier, since his Phi usually blasts his Spotify (he loves his boyfriend, really, but sometimes when he turns up his heartbreak playlist he just wants to throw his speakers out). Saint didn't bother to announce his presence, instead peeking into the makeshift gym, seeing Zee lost in thought doing his weights. He frowned, before deciding to wait in Zee's room.

Looking up from his phone, he saw his boyfriend enter his bedroom, face blank. He had an arm wiping his sweat, the other holding on to his shirt as it dangled in his fingers.

"Hey," Saint greeted softly, making Zee snap his head up, staring at him in surprise. His Phi smiled faintly, throwing his shirt by Saint's feet and coming to sit on the bed by his waist.

"Hi, when did you arrive?" Zee asked, one arm going over Saint's waist and resting on the bed. Saint reached out to his boyfriend's sweat soaked hair, letting his finger push some strands away from his eyes.

"Not that long ago." Zee hummed leaning in, seemingly for a hug, before Saint raised a hand.

"No!" Saint chuckled pushing at Zee's bare chest. "Not until you shower."