What If?// More WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Zorbyn- Fluff

The second part to shot 93, a Zorbyn based off of the song Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfeld and Alesso, in which Corbyn breaks-up with Zach because he believes Zach deserves better than him
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Summary: This was the right decision. I made the right choice, I know I did. So... so why can't I let you go?

Corbyn's POV
His body was smooth where it rubbed against mine, boneless from the warm pleasure. His brown eyes closed gently with swollen lips parted, heaving between each quiet cry.

My hooded, hungry eyes studied his every move, hips grinding into my boy with slow, long thrusts. Taking care of him like I always did after a fight.

I ducked my head to lay a kiss on his open throat," 'm sorry," moaning the words into his flesh," hate making... mmm~ you cry, Prince."

His arms coiled tight around my neck, thighs parting eagerly, allowing me to sheath every possible centimeter within him.

With a lazy blink his eyes were open. Rich brown hidden behind blown pupils.

" Its okay," he panted with a dopey grin," I... love you... Bean."

I kissed the space just above his gasping mouth, fisting the sheets on either side of his head, properly rocking him into our mattress.

" Love you, too, sweetheart," nibbling affectionately at his ear. Groaning low in my throat when he tightened up," love you so much."

I sprang up in my bed, gasping for air  while my entire being trembled. Trying to control myself when I could still hear him in the back of my head, still feel him.

I shut my eyes, leaning against my headboard as my heart raced.

God, when the last time I slept through a full night?

Zach, why are you haunting me?

Some part of me supposed it was only fair that my heart would yearn for him after everything I made him go through.

I wonder how he's doing? I hope he's okay, hope he's happy.

That was all I had ever wanted.

There hadn't been a single word passed between us since that day four and half months ago. And even if I saw him every night, even if I couldn't get that voice out of my head, I longed for him.

For the real Zach.

For my Zach.

I wiped at my burning eyes, sniffling softly.

I needed to see him again, there wasn't a single atom in me that didn't wanna hold him again, kiss him again.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry. Beg him to let me be in his life. Maybe not like we were before, but we could be friends, couldn't we?

I could push all of this aside, ignore it when he was with me and fantasize when he left.

I could be happy for him no matter how badly I wanted him.

I could smile at his wedding.

I could be an uncle to his kids.

I had bought tickets to LA weeks ago, tickets to see him.

I always told myself it was only to make sure he hadn't gotten with another asshole that didn't deserve him, but in my heart I knew the truth.

I flipped over onto my side, huffing to myself. Trying, and failing, to not want him as much as I did.