The Second Best Thing *oneshot*
Pairing: ZiLo
Rated: M
Length: 5.6K
“Hey it’s me. So my parents are getting ready to leave to spend the night with my grandma… Well, it should concern you since it means I have to watch my little brother… No, I’m not taking him to the club with me. He’s only sixteen you dumb fuck… Alright, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Later” He hung up the phone and glared at his brother. “Thanks Junhong. Now I have to sit at home tonight.”
Zelo flinched. “It’s not my fault.” He mumbled. “I’m old enough to stay home alone. And it’s Zelo.”
Yongguk rolled his eyes. “Just stay out of the living room, okay Junhong? I’m going to watch the game.” He stalked off angrily towards the couch, his whole body tensing.
“Still not my fault.” Zelo stuck his tongue out at his older brother’s back. Just because he was the oldest he thought he could boss everyone around and Zelo hated it. He was a good kid, never caused any problems. Okay well, he had dyed his hair blonde and then made the top of it blue. But that was Jongup’s fault for daring him!
For some reason though, his brother refused to be kind to him. There wasn’t even anything he could think of that he could have possibly done to deserve this treatment. It had started a few months ago, around the same time he had found a new group of friends to hang around with.
Zelo narrowed his eyes. Maybe his brother had started using drugs… This needed to be explored.
“We’re leaving!” His mom called, startling him from his thoughts. She smiled and pinched his cheek. “You be good for your brother, okay? And you be nice, too!” She told Yongguk sternly. “We’ll be back by lunch tomorrow.”
Their dad threw him a nod, his hands full with the baggage. “Do not leave your little brother here by himself.” He informed Yongguk sternly.
A hand reached up to wave from over the couch, the other boy not even bothering to respond.
After waving goodbye to his parents from the doorway, Zelo went back to his mission.
He checked to make sure Yongguk was still crashed out on the couch before slinking down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Carefully opening his brother’s door he snuck inside.
The room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Dresser drawers were pulled out with clothes hanging out of them, dried plates of food were stacked up on the floor, even his closet door was wide open with junk bulging out of it.
Zelo curled his lip. “You’re disgusting.” He muttered, not even sure where to start looking.
He heard Yongguk’s phone ring again. He pressed his face against the door and listened, making sure he wasn’t planning on getting up and coming back into his room to talk.
“What do you want?” Yongguk grumbled into the phone. “No, I already told Minhyuk that I wasn’t coming… What? You have to be eighteen to get into that club, you know that… No, that’s not a good idea… You know why, Zico… I told you if I caught you near Junhong that I’d kill you… Yeah, yeah. Bye.”
This time when he hung up he cussed under his breath and threw his phone against the wall.
Zelo had no idea what could have made him mad this time. And why would he threaten Zico for coming near him?
Even though Zelo had only met the older boy a handful of times he seemed really nice. He was probably the only friend of Yongguk’s who made the effort to speak to him and he even called him by his preferred nickname.
He scoffed. Yongguk was probably just jealous that one of his friends liked him. According to his hyung, Zelo was just a brat, a punk, annoying, or the most-used one: a little fuck.
That was only pulled out when their parents weren’t around, of course.
Giving up on this disaster of a room, he went back to his own neat and organized bedroom. The dark blue comforter was pulled up nicely over his pillows, his clothes were all folded in the drawers and most importantly: no nasty food stinking up the place.
He threw his tall body over the bed and pulled out a stack of comic books from underneath it. His parents didn’t really approve of him reading them so he had to find a hiding spot. That was the main reason he kept his room so clean. So his mom had no excuse to come in and do it herself.
The stack on his floor was starting to decrease when he heard a loud knock on the door.
He jumped up hoping his brother had decided to play nice for once and maybe ordered them something for supper.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He heard Yongguk’s pissed off voice ask as soon as he opened the door. Zelo peered through the crack in the door and was surprised to see a huge mass of Yongguk’s friends trying to push their way inside.
Leading the pack was the boy Yongguk had specifically told to stay away. His blonde hair was ruffled as if he had been running his fingers through it and a smirk was stretched across his cheeks. After he removed his coat, Zelo saw that he was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black v-neck, his tattoo peeking out of the top.
He shrugged and stepped under Yongguk’s arm into the apartment.
“You couldn’t come to the party. So we brought the party to you.” Zico explained, his eyes darting around the room. “So where’s your brother?”
Yongguk growled. “He’s in his room. Where he’s staying. You!” He pointed to the people waiting outside. “None of you are allowed in the bedrooms, got it?” When they nodded, he reluctantly moved aside to let them in.
Someone pushed a cart that had a large barrel on it, Zelo figured it was some kind of alcohol, and several others carried in handfuls of bottles of soju.
Yongguk grabbed Zico by the arm before he could continue his way into the living room and waited until everyone had passed them before leaning closer and muttering angrily.
Zico just rolled his eyes and shook his head at the older boy’s words. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes catching onto Zelo’s spying from his bedroom. He winked before turning his attention back to Yongguk.
Slamming his door shut, Zelo pressed his back against it and closed his eyes. What did he wink at him for?
Even though he was sixteen and his family treated him like he was six, Zelo was no child. He had secrets, he had some life experience. Not a lot, but it wasn’t like he was still a baby. He knew what boys winked at you for. Was that why Yongguk didn’t want them near each other?
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The party went on for a few more hours, Zelo managing to work his way through his stack of comic books and the bottle of water by his bed. Now he had to use the bathroom and he was starving. But he knew his brother would be mad if he left his room.
Surely Yongguk didn’t expect him to stay in his room all night? He was going to pee his pants if he stayed in much longer and it was only, he checked his alarm clock, ten o’clock! There was no way he could hold it for the rest of the night.
Quietly popping his door open, he stuck his head out, surprised to see half the guests already passed out in various places around the room. He tiptoed his way to the bathroom, stepping over a few bodies on the way.
When he finished washing his hands he opened the door and immediately jumped back with a gasp.
“Zico-hyung!” He placed his hand over his heart. “You frightened me!”
Zico smiled at him from his position against the door frame. “I’m sorry.” He replied, not sounding apologetic in the least.
They stared at each other, Zelo waiting for him to move and Zico enjoying watching the anxiety pass across his features.
His head cocked to the side as he gazed curiously at Zelo’s nervous face. “Smile Zelo. It’s the second best thing you can do with your lips.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Zico forced back a laugh at the shocked look he received. He took a step back and held out his hand. “Come here. I have a surprise for you.”
Even though he was wary of anything a friend of his brother’s said or did to him, he had to admit, surprises were one of his favorite things.
He bit his lip and stared at the offered hand.
“Where’s Yongguk-hyung at?” He finally asked. Yongguk would not be happy if he saw his little brother emerging from the bathroom with Zico.
“He passed out about a half an hour ago.” Zico pointed to his bedroom down the hall. “We hauled him into his bed and just left him. He’s out for the night.”
Knowing there was no way Yongguk could yell at him now was the only reason Zelo shyly took the hand held out to him. It had nothing to do with the fact that Zico smelled nice and had a pretty smile and that he was dying to know what his full tattoo looked like.
He was sure of it.
“Come on.” The elder boy urged, pulling him along. “It’s in the kitchen.”
Making Zelo close his eyes, he carefully tugged him into the kitchen behind him.
“Okay open!”
Zelo opened his eyes and squealed. “Omo! Thank you hyung! Thank you!” Without thinking, he threw his arms around Zico’s neck and squeezed before throwing himself into one of the chairs and grabbing a slice of the pizza on the table.
“Yeah, well…” Zico had turned a light shade of red at the unexpected show of gratitude. “I figured you were probably getting hungry from being locked in your room all night.”
Zelo’s response was muffled around a mouthful of pizza, but the glow in his eyes showed the other boy how thankful he was.
After he had eaten several slices of the delicious food, he motioned towards the bottle in Zico’s hand and raised an eyebrow. “What are you drinking?”
“Soju.” Zico answered, shaking the half-full bottle. “I haven’t passed out yet because I am smart enough to take it slow.” He said wryly.
Zelo bit his cheek, eying the bottle. “Can I have some?”
Unfortunately, he asked right in the middle of a swig, causing Zico to choke, the hot alcohol burning his throat on the way down.
“What?” He exclaimed. “No! Your brother would kill me!”
“He already wants to kill you.” Zelo muttered under his breath. He shot him a set of large doe eyes and blinked innocently. “Please hyung? Just a little bit?”
Cursing at the little brat, Zico conceded and handed him the drink. “Just a little bit.” He ordered. “If you’ve never drank before it might hit you ha- Yah!”
Ignoring the warning, Zelo had tipped the bottle back and downed half of the remaining drink in one gulp. His eyes widened as he sputtered. Zico figured he wasn’t expecting the heat inside of his mouth.
“Goddamnit Zelo.” The blonde haired boy sighed, removing the liquor from his grasp. “Don’t get angry at me if you wake up with a huge headache tomorrow.”
Zelo licked his lips, still tasting the alcohol on them. “I don’t feel any different.” He said slowly, patting his body.
“You will.” Zico answered. “Just give it some time.” He grabbed a slice of the pizza, laughing at Zelo’s annoyed face. “Hey, I bought it! You owe me one.”
He didn’t miss the way his words made the younger boy’s eyes flicker down to his lips as he used his tongue to swipe at a stray strand of cheese.
Maybe the kid wasn’t as clueless as Yongguk thought him to be, Zico mused humorously as he threw him a bottle of water. This might actually work out to benefit him.
“So how’s school going for you, Zelo?”
Shrugging, he reached for another slice in the box. “Okay, I guess. I don’t really like school.”
Zico nodded. “Do you have a lot of friends?”
“A few.” He replied, taking a drink. “I mainly just hang out with Jongup.”
He remembered that name. That was the kid that was over here once before. Tiny little thing, but pretty cute.
“Got a girlfriend?” Zico asked, enjoying the flush that spread over his cheeks.
“N-No.” Zelo stuffed his mouth full of food, not wanting to say anything else.
Zico leaned forward and waggled his eyebrows. “A boyfriend?”
This time it was Junhong who choked, his face turning purple as he coughed.
Settling back in his chair, Zico nodded, having got the answer he wanted. Yes, this was going to benefit him nicely.
“Do you want another drink, Zelo?” He asked, waving the bottle in his face. “Just something to relax you a little. You seem nervous.”
Still embarrassed at his previous display, Zelo didn’t answer but grabbed the bottle and took another drink from it. He handed it back and grabbed a hold of the table.
“I’m a little dizzy.” His voice sounded surprised. He looked towards Zico with a glazed expression. “Is that supposed to happen?”
Zico chuckled, standing up to wrap his arm around his waist. “Come on, Zelo. I’ll help you back to bed.”
They stumbled their way down the hallway, both of them a little tipsy by this point. Zico pulled the covers back and ordered Zelo to slide inside
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
Zelo crossed his arms and shook his head. “I’m not tired. I don’t want to go to bed.” He plopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Entertain me.”
Laughing, Zico sat next to him and leaned his head back onto the bed. “What do you want me to do?”
Cocking his head to the side, Zelo debated with himself for a moment before acting on a hunch.
Quickly swinging a leg over Zico’s hips, he pulled himself up into his lap and smiled sweetly at the shocked boy. “I’m sure we can find something to do to entertain ourselves.”
Zico’s teeth gritted together at the weight in his lap. “Zelo, what are you doing?” He asked, his voice serious.
“First why don’t you tell me why my brother doesn’t want you around me.”
“That’s… That’s not, how did you know about that?” Zico stuttered, his hands finding their way to the slim hips above him. He weakly pushed, trying to get him to move. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He was supposed to coax the younger boy, draw him in. He wasn’t expecting the kid to jump into his lap and offer himself like a fucking present.
Zelo shrugged. “I’m sneaky.” He smirked as he very lightly rocked his hips backwards.
“Fuck!” The blonde boy underneath him hissed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. “S-Stop Zelo. You’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re doing and it’s not right.”
Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of giggles. “Hyung seriously. I’m sixteen, not ten. Do you think I’ve never drank before? Jongup and I sneak soju from his dad all the time. I’m not drunk, trust me.”
Narrowing his eyes, Zico’s grip on his hips tightened, making him yelp. “Did you trick me?”
Pouting, Zelo bit his lip and looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Are you mad at me Zico-hyung?”
A low growl came from his throat as he grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him roughly backwards onto the floor. “That wasn’t very nice.” Zico said, crawling over his body and pressing them tightly against each other. “Hyung’s going to have to punish you.” He promised, his voice lower than Zelo had ever heard it.
Zelo grinned as he wrapped his legs around Zico’s waist. “Will it include spankings?”
“Hell.” Zico swore, entangling his hands in the light blue hair and pulled. “No wonder your brother didn’t want you near me. You are a filthy little whore.”
“My brother doesn’t know anything about me.” Zelo said stiffly. “And I’d appreciate if this was included in that.”
“Deal.” He promised, lowering his lips. “But right now, you really need to just shut up.”
Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, all bruising and teeth and purpose. Zico yanked his head up again, angling his mouth sideways underneath his own. He scratched his nails across the boy’s soft back, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in when it earned him a moan.
Zelo’s hands came up to fist in his shirt, the alcohol making him more light-headed than he had let on. But he wasn’t out of his head, not yet. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He arched his body up when the plush lips detached from his own, attaching themselves to his neck. They bit down sharply making him jerk.
“That’s for teasing me.” Zico murmured, lapping at the bruised skin with his tongue. “And this,” He brought his hand down to palm over the front of Zelo’s suddenly too tight jeans. “Is for being a whore.”
“It’s not teasing unless I make you stop.” He groaned as the hand started rubbing over him in small circles.
Zico pulled back with a smile. “What exactly are you wanting from me?”
The younger boy stuck his tongue between his teeth and pulled the v-neck up above Zico’s ribs. “Take it off.”
Complying, he pulled it off and threw it behind him. Zelo took the time to admire his tattoo, running his fingers through the letters.
“I asked you a question, Zelo.” He said, pulling him up and yanking his shirt off as well. “It’s disrespectful to ignore your elder.”
Zelo rolled his eyes. “It’s also disrespectful to fuck your best friend’s little brother but it doesn’t look like it’s stopping you any.”
His eyes raising in admiration, Zico pressed their lips back together and pushed their bodies back to the floor. “God I knew I wanted you for a reason.” He muttered, trailing his tongue down Zelo’s chest, stopping to flick it against his nipples.
The soft sounds coming from Zelo’s lips weren’t enough for him. They were the only two people in the entire apartment not passed out dead drunk so there was no reason they couldn’t get louder.
While he was busy marking every free inch of the snow white chest with his bruises, he raised his hand, letting his thumb brush against the hard nubs on his chest.
His other hand he used to continue rubbing across the tented jeans of the squirming boy.
“You move around a lot.” His voice was amused as he let his tongue dip into his belly button.
Zelo’s voice was starting to get a little louder, but not as high as he wanted it.
“Tell me what you want.” He ordered, stopping his ministrations all together and sitting back on his knees. “You be in charge.”
Still breathing heavily, Zelo shot up and threw himself in his lap before attaching their lips back together. “I like being in control.” He panted, raising his body up and slowly rubbing his bottom against Zico’s lap.
Zico had figured calling the shots would turn him on even more since he knew his brother never let him decide anything for himself. He wanted to make the other boy feel amazing and if giving up the power to him made that happen, then he was more than willing.
Zelo abruptly pulled away, forcing Zico onto his back. He shakily undid the button on his jeans before reaching for the zipper. His hand kept slipping off, his nervousness not letting him get a hold of it.
“Hey.” Zico put a hand of over his. “Calm down baby.”
The gentle tone and thumb rubbing softly over his hand helped ease his trembling. He finally got a grip on the zipper and slid it down, pulling the jeans off the slim legs.
Apparently the kid had more experience than he had thought, Zico mused as he felt Zelo’s face pressing against his boxers, the boys lips and tongue wetting the thin cotton.
“Hyung?”
“W-What?” He replied breathlessly.
“If smiling is the second best thing I can do with my lips, then what’s the first?”
Zico lifted himself onto his elbows and stared incredulously at the innocent face that was barely two inches away from his dick.
He was about to ask if the kid was mother fucking serious when he saw the twinkle in Zelo’s eye as he tried to hold his laughter in.
“I’m going to make you cry tonight, you little shit.” Zico promised angrily.
Zelo just giggled and hooked his fingers inside his boxers, waiting for the other boy to lift his bottom so he could pull them off.
He gulped when the older boy’s erection was finally freed from its restraint.
This was farther than he had ever gotten with anyone. Not even him and Jongup had moved beyond over the clothes heavy petting and some tongue action.
But they were only playing. It didn’t count when it was your best friend and you were both so drunk you couldn’t even stand.
This was real, this was right here in his face.
Taking a hold of it in his hand, he flattened his tongue and pressed a tentative lick against the head.
“Fuck!” Zico hissed, his body jerking at the feeling.
Thanking his lucky stars that the male was flat on his back and his eyes were aimed at the ceiling so he couldn’t view Zelo’s nervousness, he took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the tip. When it earned him a strangled moan and another jerk of the hips, he grew braver, forcing his mouth wider to take him deeper inside.
“Zelo!” Zico groaned, one hand fisted up against his mouth and the other reaching to tangle in his hair.
Luckily, his brother was a porno freak who had dozens of DVD’s under his bed. DVD’s that Zelo had “borrowed” from time to time, so he knew the general motions he was supposed to be doing. The rest he figured he could just go with the flow over.
He had almost taken all of him in his mouth when he felt his gag reflex start to kick in. He waited patiently for a moment until it eased before bringing him fully inside all the way to the hilt.
Zico’s body below him was tensed so hard that you could see his muscles quivering under his chest.
The feeling of a dick in his mouth was quite strange, but not at all unpleasant, Zelo realized. He actually kinda liked knowing he was making the garbled sounds come out of the other boy’s throat. Deciding he wanted to hear more of them, he pulled his head back almost to where there was nothing left inside, before plunging straight back down.
His back arching painfully off the floor, Zico let loose with an unimaginable amount of curse words.
Liking that response the most, Zelo did it over and over, varying his speeds and changing how far he came up every time.
The hand in his hair helped him along, pushing him faster when Zico thought he was going to slow, and pressing his head down further when he didn’t feel he had taken enough of him in his mouth.
“Fuck, Zelo.” He tried weakly to push his head away. “You need to stop before I cum.”
Zelo reluctantly let go with a wet popping sound. He pouted and licked around his swollen lips.
“Don’t be mad.” Zico murmured, reaching up to undo his jeans and sliding them down to his knees, waiting for the other boy to kick them off. “I just want to make you feel good, too.”
His eyes widened, letting Zico know even though the kid knew more than he gave him credit for, that he had never gone quite that far yet.
“You just got to breathe deeply, okay?” He said calmly, lifting him onto the bed. “It will hurt for a minute, but I promise I’ll have you screaming in no time.”
Zelo nodded and shut his eyes as Zico’s warm hands ran over his body trying to calm him down.
“Do you have any lube? Or lotion?”
He pointed to the nightstand. Zico rummaged in the drawer for a moment before pulling out a half-empty bottle of lube. He poured some of it over his fingers before spreading the taller boy’s legs apart. “Last chance to stop me, Zelo.” His voice was serious as he circled his entrance with a finger. “I can’t promise that once I’m inside of you that I’ll be able to control myself.”
Instead of a response, the other boy just spread his legs out more, tilting his hips up to give him better access.
Zico grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the soft spot where his thigh met his hip. He breached the opening slowly, letting him get used to the feeling before pushing it further inside of him.
Groaning, Zelo threw his head back, his face contorting from the discomfort.
“Shh.” Zico soothed him, taking his tongue and tracing the underside of his cock. He wrapped his mouth around the head and let his tongue lap at the slit while he pushed his finger in the rest of the way.
Zelo didn’t know if he felt pain or pleasure, it was really a mixture of both. The suction on his dick was really at the forefront of his mind, though. Zico’s mouth was so wet and so hot and so tight and- “Shit!” Zelo cried as the a second finger made its way inside of him.
Knowing the only way Zelo would get thought this easily would be if he went quickly, Zico immediately started to scissor the fingers inside the channel, loosening him for something much bigger than two fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He chanted, grabbing the lube again and popping it open with his thumb. He gently slid his fingers out and rubbed more lube than was normally necessary over himself.
He crawled between the long, slender legs and lifted the slim hips, shoving a pillow under them.
“Are you ready?” He asked, sliding his hands under Zelo’s knees.
Nodding, Zelo clenched his eyes shut and threw his arm over his mouth to muffle the noise.
Taking a deep breath, Zico pushed his way inside the tight muscle. Both boys groaned in unison, but for different reasons. Zico was trying not to bury himself in one thrust and Zelo was hoping he wouldn’t cry actual tears before this was over.
“Breathe baby.” He panted, taking his length into his fist and pumping him until the painful sounds started to turn into pleasured ones.
Doing this, he was able to push completely in relatively quickly. Well, not as quickly as his body was screaming for, but he told himself he wouldn’t hurt the younger boy. It was obviously his first time and Zico wanted him to remember this as the best fucking moment of his life so far.
When he had finally entered inside completely, he waited for Zelo to let him know it was okay to move. After a few long, painful minutes, Zelo opened his eyes and gave him a slight nod.
Not waiting for him to change his mind, Zico gave over to his body’s natural instincts and let himself loose. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside then slammed forward, smiling a little at the way Zelo’s eyes fluttered at the feeling.
He fucked him hard, not wanting to waste any time with the slow making love shit. He had been dreaming about this kid for weeks and Zelo was lucky Zico even thought of his comfort at all and didn’t just push him back into the bathroom and bend him over the sink when he found him earlier.
“Hyung!” Zelo cried, his head whipping from side to side on the bed. He reached up to grab a hold of Zico’s biceps, his nails digging into his skin.
Zico hissed, but didn’t stop him. He was known to get a little rough himself. When he felt Zelo’s walls clenching down painfully over his dick, he growled and lifted his legs over his shoulders, angling himself in a different direction.
This new position was the one he had been waiting for. It immediately made Zelo emit a shrill scream as his prostate was hit over and over with every thrust of Zico’s hips.
He felt his stomach start to tighten and he frowned, not wanting this to stop so soon.
“Do you want to be in charge, Zelo?” He asked, slowing down his movements until he wasn’t brushing against the spot that made him scream anymore.
Zelo’s eyes were glazed as they looked back at him. “Yes.” He breathed heavily, still shaky over the feelings he had just experienced for the first time.
Grinning, Zico pulled all the way out and laid back on the bed. He held his arms out, waiting for Zelo to lean forward so he could pull him over his body.
He told him to sit up so that he could grip onto his hip and help him lower his body back down.
Once he was fully seated, Zelo’s head fell back and his mouth dropped open. He started to lift his bottom up and rock back and forth, trying to find out what felt the best.
As much as Zico wanted to help him, he couldn’t resist sitting back and just enjoying the view of the sexy boy riding him.
“Please, hyung!” He whimpered, fisting his hand around himself.
“What do you want, Zelo?” Zico whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
The younger boy shook his head, not able to put into words what he needed. So Zico gripped onto his hips so tightly that Zelo groaned when he felt them break into skin. Zico helped him work up a faster rhythm, his hips bucking up to meet every downward thrust.
“Harder.” Zelo muttered, his tongue clenched tightly in his teeth. His hair was plastered against his sweaty skin, drops of moisture dripping lazily down his smooth chest.
Pulling himself up, Zico laved his tongue across his chest, adding his saliva to the wetness.
“How loud do you think you can scream?” He whispered into his ear, wrapping his arms tightly around his damp back.
“Please!” He cried, his hands coming up to grip onto Zico’s shoulders.
Grabbing back onto his waist, Zico helped him arch his back slightly before forcing him to bounce on his lap even harder than before.
Zelo’s hands tightened on his shoulders as his moans rose in volume with every thrust. He could feel his lower half starting to shake as his release came closer and closer.
“You gonna cum?” Zico mumbled against his neck, sucking the skin above his collarbone into his mouth. The tightness around his dick increased in answer. Wanting to give him one last jolt of pleasure, Zico halted his movements, just swiveling their hips against each other. Once he felt Zelo’s whole body tremble and a loud roar of his name leave his lips, Zico kept himself lodged there, rutting himself against it until with one last final scream Zelo came all over their chests, his own release following just as loudly immediately afterwards.
They didn’t move from their positions until both boys had stopped shaking, their breaths coming in slight pants.
Zico helped the suddenly shy boy off the bed and gently cleaned him with his t-shirt he picked up off the floor. Still silent, Zelo refused to look at him, choosing instead to stare at a spot on the wall.
When they had dressed in complete silence and sat down awkwardly beside each other on the bed, Zico finally spoke up.
“Are you angry?”
A shake of the head.
“Do you regret it?”
Another shake.
“Then why aren’t you speaking? Or looking at me?”
The look in Zelo’s eyes when he finally lifted his head was terrified. “Do you regret it?” He whispered anxiously.
Zico tilted his head. “What do you think?” He asked, reaching over and entwining their fingers together.
A slow blush started to spread across Zelo’s cheeks as he finally gave him a real smile.
Zico grinned when his dimples showed. “I take it back.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across the happy boy’s cheeks. “That’s the best thing you can do with your lips.”
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SEQUEL
Rated: M
Length: 5.6K
“Hey it’s me. So my parents are getting ready to leave to spend the night with my grandma… Well, it should concern you since it means I have to watch my little brother… No, I’m not taking him to the club with me. He’s only sixteen you dumb fuck… Alright, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Later” He hung up the phone and glared at his brother. “Thanks Junhong. Now I have to sit at home tonight.”
Zelo flinched. “It’s not my fault.” He mumbled. “I’m old enough to stay home alone. And it’s Zelo.”
Yongguk rolled his eyes. “Just stay out of the living room, okay Junhong? I’m going to watch the game.” He stalked off angrily towards the couch, his whole body tensing.
“Still not my fault.” Zelo stuck his tongue out at his older brother’s back. Just because he was the oldest he thought he could boss everyone around and Zelo hated it. He was a good kid, never caused any problems. Okay well, he had dyed his hair blonde and then made the top of it blue. But that was Jongup’s fault for daring him!
For some reason though, his brother refused to be kind to him. There wasn’t even anything he could think of that he could have possibly done to deserve this treatment. It had started a few months ago, around the same time he had found a new group of friends to hang around with.
Zelo narrowed his eyes. Maybe his brother had started using drugs… This needed to be explored.
“We’re leaving!” His mom called, startling him from his thoughts. She smiled and pinched his cheek. “You be good for your brother, okay? And you be nice, too!” She told Yongguk sternly. “We’ll be back by lunch tomorrow.”
Their dad threw him a nod, his hands full with the baggage. “Do not leave your little brother here by himself.” He informed Yongguk sternly.
A hand reached up to wave from over the couch, the other boy not even bothering to respond.
After waving goodbye to his parents from the doorway, Zelo went back to his mission.
He checked to make sure Yongguk was still crashed out on the couch before slinking down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Carefully opening his brother’s door he snuck inside.
The room looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Dresser drawers were pulled out with clothes hanging out of them, dried plates of food were stacked up on the floor, even his closet door was wide open with junk bulging out of it.
Zelo curled his lip. “You’re disgusting.” He muttered, not even sure where to start looking.
He heard Yongguk’s phone ring again. He pressed his face against the door and listened, making sure he wasn’t planning on getting up and coming back into his room to talk.
“What do you want?” Yongguk grumbled into the phone. “No, I already told Minhyuk that I wasn’t coming… What? You have to be eighteen to get into that club, you know that… No, that’s not a good idea… You know why, Zico… I told you if I caught you near Junhong that I’d kill you… Yeah, yeah. Bye.”
This time when he hung up he cussed under his breath and threw his phone against the wall.
Zelo had no idea what could have made him mad this time. And why would he threaten Zico for coming near him?
Even though Zelo had only met the older boy a handful of times he seemed really nice. He was probably the only friend of Yongguk’s who made the effort to speak to him and he even called him by his preferred nickname.
He scoffed. Yongguk was probably just jealous that one of his friends liked him. According to his hyung, Zelo was just a brat, a punk, annoying, or the most-used one: a little fuck.
That was only pulled out when their parents weren’t around, of course.
Giving up on this disaster of a room, he went back to his own neat and organized bedroom. The dark blue comforter was pulled up nicely over his pillows, his clothes were all folded in the drawers and most importantly: no nasty food stinking up the place.
He threw his tall body over the bed and pulled out a stack of comic books from underneath it. His parents didn’t really approve of him reading them so he had to find a hiding spot. That was the main reason he kept his room so clean. So his mom had no excuse to come in and do it herself.
The stack on his floor was starting to decrease when he heard a loud knock on the door.
He jumped up hoping his brother had decided to play nice for once and maybe ordered them something for supper.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He heard Yongguk’s pissed off voice ask as soon as he opened the door. Zelo peered through the crack in the door and was surprised to see a huge mass of Yongguk’s friends trying to push their way inside.
Leading the pack was the boy Yongguk had specifically told to stay away. His blonde hair was ruffled as if he had been running his fingers through it and a smirk was stretched across his cheeks. After he removed his coat, Zelo saw that he was wearing a pair of baggy jeans and a black v-neck, his tattoo peeking out of the top.
He shrugged and stepped under Yongguk’s arm into the apartment.
“You couldn’t come to the party. So we brought the party to you.” Zico explained, his eyes darting around the room. “So where’s your brother?”
Yongguk growled. “He’s in his room. Where he’s staying. You!” He pointed to the people waiting outside. “None of you are allowed in the bedrooms, got it?” When they nodded, he reluctantly moved aside to let them in.
Someone pushed a cart that had a large barrel on it, Zelo figured it was some kind of alcohol, and several others carried in handfuls of bottles of soju.
Yongguk grabbed Zico by the arm before he could continue his way into the living room and waited until everyone had passed them before leaning closer and muttering angrily.
Zico just rolled his eyes and shook his head at the older boy’s words. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes catching onto Zelo’s spying from his bedroom. He winked before turning his attention back to Yongguk.
Slamming his door shut, Zelo pressed his back against it and closed his eyes. What did he wink at him for?
Even though he was sixteen and his family treated him like he was six, Zelo was no child. He had secrets, he had some life experience. Not a lot, but it wasn’t like he was still a baby. He knew what boys winked at you for. Was that why Yongguk didn’t want them near each other?
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The party went on for a few more hours, Zelo managing to work his way through his stack of comic books and the bottle of water by his bed. Now he had to use the bathroom and he was starving. But he knew his brother would be mad if he left his room.
Surely Yongguk didn’t expect him to stay in his room all night? He was going to pee his pants if he stayed in much longer and it was only, he checked his alarm clock, ten o’clock! There was no way he could hold it for the rest of the night.
Quietly popping his door open, he stuck his head out, surprised to see half the guests already passed out in various places around the room. He tiptoed his way to the bathroom, stepping over a few bodies on the way.
When he finished washing his hands he opened the door and immediately jumped back with a gasp.
“Zico-hyung!” He placed his hand over his heart. “You frightened me!”
Zico smiled at him from his position against the door frame. “I’m sorry.” He replied, not sounding apologetic in the least.
They stared at each other, Zelo waiting for him to move and Zico enjoying watching the anxiety pass across his features.
His head cocked to the side as he gazed curiously at Zelo’s nervous face. “Smile Zelo. It’s the second best thing you can do with your lips.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Zico forced back a laugh at the shocked look he received. He took a step back and held out his hand. “Come here. I have a surprise for you.”
Even though he was wary of anything a friend of his brother’s said or did to him, he had to admit, surprises were one of his favorite things.
He bit his lip and stared at the offered hand.
“Where’s Yongguk-hyung at?” He finally asked. Yongguk would not be happy if he saw his little brother emerging from the bathroom with Zico.
“He passed out about a half an hour ago.” Zico pointed to his bedroom down the hall. “We hauled him into his bed and just left him. He’s out for the night.”
Knowing there was no way Yongguk could yell at him now was the only reason Zelo shyly took the hand held out to him. It had nothing to do with the fact that Zico smelled nice and had a pretty smile and that he was dying to know what his full tattoo looked like.
He was sure of it.
“Come on.” The elder boy urged, pulling him along. “It’s in the kitchen.”
Making Zelo close his eyes, he carefully tugged him into the kitchen behind him.
“Okay open!”
Zelo opened his eyes and squealed. “Omo! Thank you hyung! Thank you!” Without thinking, he threw his arms around Zico’s neck and squeezed before throwing himself into one of the chairs and grabbing a slice of the pizza on the table.
“Yeah, well…” Zico had turned a light shade of red at the unexpected show of gratitude. “I figured you were probably getting hungry from being locked in your room all night.”
Zelo’s response was muffled around a mouthful of pizza, but the glow in his eyes showed the other boy how thankful he was.
After he had eaten several slices of the delicious food, he motioned towards the bottle in Zico’s hand and raised an eyebrow. “What are you drinking?”
“Soju.” Zico answered, shaking the half-full bottle. “I haven’t passed out yet because I am smart enough to take it slow.” He said wryly.
Zelo bit his cheek, eying the bottle. “Can I have some?”
Unfortunately, he asked right in the middle of a swig, causing Zico to choke, the hot alcohol burning his throat on the way down.
“What?” He exclaimed. “No! Your brother would kill me!”
“He already wants to kill you.” Zelo muttered under his breath. He shot him a set of large doe eyes and blinked innocently. “Please hyung? Just a little bit?”
Cursing at the little brat, Zico conceded and handed him the drink. “Just a little bit.” He ordered. “If you’ve never drank before it might hit you ha- Yah!”
Ignoring the warning, Zelo had tipped the bottle back and downed half of the remaining drink in one gulp. His eyes widened as he sputtered. Zico figured he wasn’t expecting the heat inside of his mouth.
“Goddamnit Zelo.” The blonde haired boy sighed, removing the liquor from his grasp. “Don’t get angry at me if you wake up with a huge headache tomorrow.”
Zelo licked his lips, still tasting the alcohol on them. “I don’t feel any different.” He said slowly, patting his body.
“You will.” Zico answered. “Just give it some time.” He grabbed a slice of the pizza, laughing at Zelo’s annoyed face. “Hey, I bought it! You owe me one.”
He didn’t miss the way his words made the younger boy’s eyes flicker down to his lips as he used his tongue to swipe at a stray strand of cheese.
Maybe the kid wasn’t as clueless as Yongguk thought him to be, Zico mused humorously as he threw him a bottle of water. This might actually work out to benefit him.
“So how’s school going for you, Zelo?”
Shrugging, he reached for another slice in the box. “Okay, I guess. I don’t really like school.”
Zico nodded. “Do you have a lot of friends?”
“A few.” He replied, taking a drink. “I mainly just hang out with Jongup.”
He remembered that name. That was the kid that was over here once before. Tiny little thing, but pretty cute.
“Got a girlfriend?” Zico asked, enjoying the flush that spread over his cheeks.
“N-No.” Zelo stuffed his mouth full of food, not wanting to say anything else.
Zico leaned forward and waggled his eyebrows. “A boyfriend?”
This time it was Junhong who choked, his face turning purple as he coughed.
Settling back in his chair, Zico nodded, having got the answer he wanted. Yes, this was going to benefit him nicely.
“Do you want another drink, Zelo?” He asked, waving the bottle in his face. “Just something to relax you a little. You seem nervous.”
Still embarrassed at his previous display, Zelo didn’t answer but grabbed the bottle and took another drink from it. He handed it back and grabbed a hold of the table.
“I’m a little dizzy.” His voice sounded surprised. He looked towards Zico with a glazed expression. “Is that supposed to happen?”
Zico chuckled, standing up to wrap his arm around his waist. “Come on, Zelo. I’ll help you back to bed.”
They stumbled their way down the hallway, both of them a little tipsy by this point. Zico pulled the covers back and ordered Zelo to slide inside
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
Zelo crossed his arms and shook his head. “I’m not tired. I don’t want to go to bed.” He plopped down on the floor and patted the spot next to him. “Entertain me.”
Laughing, Zico sat next to him and leaned his head back onto the bed. “What do you want me to do?”
Cocking his head to the side, Zelo debated with himself for a moment before acting on a hunch.
Quickly swinging a leg over Zico’s hips, he pulled himself up into his lap and smiled sweetly at the shocked boy. “I’m sure we can find something to do to entertain ourselves.”
Zico’s teeth gritted together at the weight in his lap. “Zelo, what are you doing?” He asked, his voice serious.
“First why don’t you tell me why my brother doesn’t want you around me.”
“That’s… That’s not, how did you know about that?” Zico stuttered, his hands finding their way to the slim hips above him. He weakly pushed, trying to get him to move. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. He was supposed to coax the younger boy, draw him in. He wasn’t expecting the kid to jump into his lap and offer himself like a fucking present.
Zelo shrugged. “I’m sneaky.” He smirked as he very lightly rocked his hips backwards.
“Fuck!” The blonde boy underneath him hissed, his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down as he gulped. “S-Stop Zelo. You’re drunk and you don’t know what you’re doing and it’s not right.”
Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of giggles. “Hyung seriously. I’m sixteen, not ten. Do you think I’ve never drank before? Jongup and I sneak soju from his dad all the time. I’m not drunk, trust me.”
Narrowing his eyes, Zico’s grip on his hips tightened, making him yelp. “Did you trick me?”
Pouting, Zelo bit his lip and looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Are you mad at me Zico-hyung?”
A low growl came from his throat as he grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him roughly backwards onto the floor. “That wasn’t very nice.” Zico said, crawling over his body and pressing them tightly against each other. “Hyung’s going to have to punish you.” He promised, his voice lower than Zelo had ever heard it.
Zelo grinned as he wrapped his legs around Zico’s waist. “Will it include spankings?”
“Hell.” Zico swore, entangling his hands in the light blue hair and pulled. “No wonder your brother didn’t want you near me. You are a filthy little whore.”
“My brother doesn’t know anything about me.” Zelo said stiffly. “And I’d appreciate if this was included in that.”
“Deal.” He promised, lowering his lips. “But right now, you really need to just shut up.”
Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss, all bruising and teeth and purpose. Zico yanked his head up again, angling his mouth sideways underneath his own. He scratched his nails across the boy’s soft back, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in when it earned him a moan.
Zelo’s hands came up to fist in his shirt, the alcohol making him more light-headed than he had let on. But he wasn’t out of his head, not yet. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He arched his body up when the plush lips detached from his own, attaching themselves to his neck. They bit down sharply making him jerk.
“That’s for teasing me.” Zico murmured, lapping at the bruised skin with his tongue. “And this,” He brought his hand down to palm over the front of Zelo’s suddenly too tight jeans. “Is for being a whore.”
“It’s not teasing unless I make you stop.” He groaned as the hand started rubbing over him in small circles.
Zico pulled back with a smile. “What exactly are you wanting from me?”
The younger boy stuck his tongue between his teeth and pulled the v-neck up above Zico’s ribs. “Take it off.”
Complying, he pulled it off and threw it behind him. Zelo took the time to admire his tattoo, running his fingers through the letters.
“I asked you a question, Zelo.” He said, pulling him up and yanking his shirt off as well. “It’s disrespectful to ignore your elder.”
Zelo rolled his eyes. “It’s also disrespectful to fuck your best friend’s little brother but it doesn’t look like it’s stopping you any.”
His eyes raising in admiration, Zico pressed their lips back together and pushed their bodies back to the floor. “God I knew I wanted you for a reason.” He muttered, trailing his tongue down Zelo’s chest, stopping to flick it against his nipples.
The soft sounds coming from Zelo’s lips weren’t enough for him. They were the only two people in the entire apartment not passed out dead drunk so there was no reason they couldn’t get louder.
While he was busy marking every free inch of the snow white chest with his bruises, he raised his hand, letting his thumb brush against the hard nubs on his chest.
His other hand he used to continue rubbing across the tented jeans of the squirming boy.
“You move around a lot.” His voice was amused as he let his tongue dip into his belly button.
Zelo’s voice was starting to get a little louder, but not as high as he wanted it.
“Tell me what you want.” He ordered, stopping his ministrations all together and sitting back on his knees. “You be in charge.”
Still breathing heavily, Zelo shot up and threw himself in his lap before attaching their lips back together. “I like being in control.” He panted, raising his body up and slowly rubbing his bottom against Zico’s lap.
Zico had figured calling the shots would turn him on even more since he knew his brother never let him decide anything for himself. He wanted to make the other boy feel amazing and if giving up the power to him made that happen, then he was more than willing.
Zelo abruptly pulled away, forcing Zico onto his back. He shakily undid the button on his jeans before reaching for the zipper. His hand kept slipping off, his nervousness not letting him get a hold of it.
“Hey.” Zico put a hand of over his. “Calm down baby.”
The gentle tone and thumb rubbing softly over his hand helped ease his trembling. He finally got a grip on the zipper and slid it down, pulling the jeans off the slim legs.
Apparently the kid had more experience than he had thought, Zico mused as he felt Zelo’s face pressing against his boxers, the boys lips and tongue wetting the thin cotton.
“Hyung?”
“W-What?” He replied breathlessly.
“If smiling is the second best thing I can do with my lips, then what’s the first?”
Zico lifted himself onto his elbows and stared incredulously at the innocent face that was barely two inches away from his dick.
He was about to ask if the kid was mother fucking serious when he saw the twinkle in Zelo’s eye as he tried to hold his laughter in.
“I’m going to make you cry tonight, you little shit.” Zico promised angrily.
Zelo just giggled and hooked his fingers inside his boxers, waiting for the other boy to lift his bottom so he could pull them off.
He gulped when the older boy’s erection was finally freed from its restraint.
This was farther than he had ever gotten with anyone. Not even him and Jongup had moved beyond over the clothes heavy petting and some tongue action.
But they were only playing. It didn’t count when it was your best friend and you were both so drunk you couldn’t even stand.
This was real, this was right here in his face.
Taking a hold of it in his hand, he flattened his tongue and pressed a tentative lick against the head.
“Fuck!” Zico hissed, his body jerking at the feeling.
Thanking his lucky stars that the male was flat on his back and his eyes were aimed at the ceiling so he couldn’t view Zelo’s nervousness, he took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the tip. When it earned him a strangled moan and another jerk of the hips, he grew braver, forcing his mouth wider to take him deeper inside.
“Zelo!” Zico groaned, one hand fisted up against his mouth and the other reaching to tangle in his hair.
Luckily, his brother was a porno freak who had dozens of DVD’s under his bed. DVD’s that Zelo had “borrowed” from time to time, so he knew the general motions he was supposed to be doing. The rest he figured he could just go with the flow over.
He had almost taken all of him in his mouth when he felt his gag reflex start to kick in. He waited patiently for a moment until it eased before bringing him fully inside all the way to the hilt.
Zico’s body below him was tensed so hard that you could see his muscles quivering under his chest.
The feeling of a dick in his mouth was quite strange, but not at all unpleasant, Zelo realized. He actually kinda liked knowing he was making the garbled sounds come out of the other boy’s throat. Deciding he wanted to hear more of them, he pulled his head back almost to where there was nothing left inside, before plunging straight back down.
His back arching painfully off the floor, Zico let loose with an unimaginable amount of curse words.
Liking that response the most, Zelo did it over and over, varying his speeds and changing how far he came up every time.
The hand in his hair helped him along, pushing him faster when Zico thought he was going to slow, and pressing his head down further when he didn’t feel he had taken enough of him in his mouth.
“Fuck, Zelo.” He tried weakly to push his head away. “You need to stop before I cum.”
Zelo reluctantly let go with a wet popping sound. He pouted and licked around his swollen lips.
“Don’t be mad.” Zico murmured, reaching up to undo his jeans and sliding them down to his knees, waiting for the other boy to kick them off. “I just want to make you feel good, too.”
His eyes widened, letting Zico know even though the kid knew more than he gave him credit for, that he had never gone quite that far yet.
“You just got to breathe deeply, okay?” He said calmly, lifting him onto the bed. “It will hurt for a minute, but I promise I’ll have you screaming in no time.”
Zelo nodded and shut his eyes as Zico’s warm hands ran over his body trying to calm him down.
“Do you have any lube? Or lotion?”
He pointed to the nightstand. Zico rummaged in the drawer for a moment before pulling out a half-empty bottle of lube. He poured some of it over his fingers before spreading the taller boy’s legs apart. “Last chance to stop me, Zelo.” His voice was serious as he circled his entrance with a finger. “I can’t promise that once I’m inside of you that I’ll be able to control myself.”
Instead of a response, the other boy just spread his legs out more, tilting his hips up to give him better access.
Zico grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips against the soft spot where his thigh met his hip. He breached the opening slowly, letting him get used to the feeling before pushing it further inside of him.
Groaning, Zelo threw his head back, his face contorting from the discomfort.
“Shh.” Zico soothed him, taking his tongue and tracing the underside of his cock. He wrapped his mouth around the head and let his tongue lap at the slit while he pushed his finger in the rest of the way.
Zelo didn’t know if he felt pain or pleasure, it was really a mixture of both. The suction on his dick was really at the forefront of his mind, though. Zico’s mouth was so wet and so hot and so tight and- “Shit!” Zelo cried as the a second finger made its way inside of him.
Knowing the only way Zelo would get thought this easily would be if he went quickly, Zico immediately started to scissor the fingers inside the channel, loosening him for something much bigger than two fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He chanted, grabbing the lube again and popping it open with his thumb. He gently slid his fingers out and rubbed more lube than was normally necessary over himself.
He crawled between the long, slender legs and lifted the slim hips, shoving a pillow under them.
“Are you ready?” He asked, sliding his hands under Zelo’s knees.
Nodding, Zelo clenched his eyes shut and threw his arm over his mouth to muffle the noise.
Taking a deep breath, Zico pushed his way inside the tight muscle. Both boys groaned in unison, but for different reasons. Zico was trying not to bury himself in one thrust and Zelo was hoping he wouldn’t cry actual tears before this was over.
“Breathe baby.” He panted, taking his length into his fist and pumping him until the painful sounds started to turn into pleasured ones.
Doing this, he was able to push completely in relatively quickly. Well, not as quickly as his body was screaming for, but he told himself he wouldn’t hurt the younger boy. It was obviously his first time and Zico wanted him to remember this as the best fucking moment of his life so far.
When he had finally entered inside completely, he waited for Zelo to let him know it was okay to move. After a few long, painful minutes, Zelo opened his eyes and gave him a slight nod.
Not waiting for him to change his mind, Zico gave over to his body’s natural instincts and let himself loose. He pulled back until just the tip remained inside then slammed forward, smiling a little at the way Zelo’s eyes fluttered at the feeling.
He fucked him hard, not wanting to waste any time with the slow making love shit. He had been dreaming about this kid for weeks and Zelo was lucky Zico even thought of his comfort at all and didn’t just push him back into the bathroom and bend him over the sink when he found him earlier.
“Hyung!” Zelo cried, his head whipping from side to side on the bed. He reached up to grab a hold of Zico’s biceps, his nails digging into his skin.
Zico hissed, but didn’t stop him. He was known to get a little rough himself. When he felt Zelo’s walls clenching down painfully over his dick, he growled and lifted his legs over his shoulders, angling himself in a different direction.
This new position was the one he had been waiting for. It immediately made Zelo emit a shrill scream as his prostate was hit over and over with every thrust of Zico’s hips.
He felt his stomach start to tighten and he frowned, not wanting this to stop so soon.
“Do you want to be in charge, Zelo?” He asked, slowing down his movements until he wasn’t brushing against the spot that made him scream anymore.
Zelo’s eyes were glazed as they looked back at him. “Yes.” He breathed heavily, still shaky over the feelings he had just experienced for the first time.
Grinning, Zico pulled all the way out and laid back on the bed. He held his arms out, waiting for Zelo to lean forward so he could pull him over his body.
He told him to sit up so that he could grip onto his hip and help him lower his body back down.
Once he was fully seated, Zelo’s head fell back and his mouth dropped open. He started to lift his bottom up and rock back and forth, trying to find out what felt the best.
As much as Zico wanted to help him, he couldn’t resist sitting back and just enjoying the view of the sexy boy riding him.
“Please, hyung!” He whimpered, fisting his hand around himself.
“What do you want, Zelo?” Zico whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
The younger boy shook his head, not able to put into words what he needed. So Zico gripped onto his hips so tightly that Zelo groaned when he felt them break into skin. Zico helped him work up a faster rhythm, his hips bucking up to meet every downward thrust.
“Harder.” Zelo muttered, his tongue clenched tightly in his teeth. His hair was plastered against his sweaty skin, drops of moisture dripping lazily down his smooth chest.
Pulling himself up, Zico laved his tongue across his chest, adding his saliva to the wetness.
“How loud do you think you can scream?” He whispered into his ear, wrapping his arms tightly around his damp back.
“Please!” He cried, his hands coming up to grip onto Zico’s shoulders.
Grabbing back onto his waist, Zico helped him arch his back slightly before forcing him to bounce on his lap even harder than before.
Zelo’s hands tightened on his shoulders as his moans rose in volume with every thrust. He could feel his lower half starting to shake as his release came closer and closer.
“You gonna cum?” Zico mumbled against his neck, sucking the skin above his collarbone into his mouth. The tightness around his dick increased in answer. Wanting to give him one last jolt of pleasure, Zico halted his movements, just swiveling their hips against each other. Once he felt Zelo’s whole body tremble and a loud roar of his name leave his lips, Zico kept himself lodged there, rutting himself against it until with one last final scream Zelo came all over their chests, his own release following just as loudly immediately afterwards.
They didn’t move from their positions until both boys had stopped shaking, their breaths coming in slight pants.
Zico helped the suddenly shy boy off the bed and gently cleaned him with his t-shirt he picked up off the floor. Still silent, Zelo refused to look at him, choosing instead to stare at a spot on the wall.
When they had dressed in complete silence and sat down awkwardly beside each other on the bed, Zico finally spoke up.
“Are you angry?”
A shake of the head.
“Do you regret it?”
Another shake.
“Then why aren’t you speaking? Or looking at me?”
The look in Zelo’s eyes when he finally lifted his head was terrified. “Do you regret it?” He whispered anxiously.
Zico tilted his head. “What do you think?” He asked, reaching over and entwining their fingers together.
A slow blush started to spread across Zelo’s cheeks as he finally gave him a real smile.
Zico grinned when his dimples showed. “I take it back.” He murmured, brushing his thumb across the happy boy’s cheeks. “That’s the best thing you can do with your lips.”
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SEQUEL