Sevenly! :D

[honeyandvinegar]

Title: Electricite (Pt. 7)

Pairing: C/Z

Rating: NC-17 (wheeeee!!!)

Synopsis: Definition.



This was what Zeke lived for; something he’d never cared about before the invasion. The small things, the talking and joking, smoking in the dark of a room and laughing every now and again at what was said. Too dark to see faces, only finding where someone was when they took a drag off their cigarette and gave themselves one moment of illumination. He had to be careful when going to ash, making sure Casey wasn’t in need of the ashtray as well. They’d already singed each other’s knuckles, each one yelling at the other and laughing. Now however, Zeke had missed entirely and burnt a hole in the bedspread. “Shit!!” Casey had yelped when the ember started growing. Both of them scrambled around in the dark, batting at it and chuckling mercilessly.

“You’d fucking think we’re drunk,” Zeke grumbled once the “danger” had passed. Casey flopped back down and laughed.

“What’s with the ‘we’, white man?”

“You’re the drunk…est,” Zeke said. Casey chuckled louder.

“Riiiight,” Casey said, low and long. “I’m changing for bed; this sweater fucking sucks.”

“’K,’ Zeke said, lying back down. Casey stood up and walked over to his bag; Zeke made a loud yawn, covering his mouth with his hand. Just as he was coming down from this, a sudden flurry of lights exploded from where Casey was.

“WHOA!!”

“What, what??”

“What just happened??”

“Nothing… I just took my… ohh…” Casey went to explain, but stopped.

“What?” Zeke asked.

“The whole static thing. It happens sometimes.”

“That was fucking static?? Jesus H. Christ, Case- I thought it was the fuckin’ 4th of July…”

Casey laughed out loud. “Well, you know what I’m like, Zeke,”

“Yea… Electricite,”

“Huh?”

Zeke smiled, puffing out smoke. “That’s what I decided to call you. You’re a whole new species,” he explained. “You’re an ‘electricite’,”

“Oh really?” Casey said, sounding amused. He walked back over to the bed, wearing pajama pants and smoking; Zeke saw his toothy grin as he took a drag. “I suppose it sounds cool, anyways. ‘Electricite’; yea, I like that,”

“It sounds so… super hero,”

“Yea… I’m a super hero,” Casey said, sitting down on the edge. “Wanna see something cool?”

“What?”

“Watch,” Casey said. Well, Zeke couldn’t really DO that… it happened to be pretty dark. Casey puffed in another inhalation of smoke, letting Zeke see his hands near his face. He put the cigarette in his left hand, clutching it between his ring and middle finger. Zeke frowned with confusion as Casey put one thumb in his mouth, then the other.

“Whattaya doing?” Zeke asked, sitting up a little. Casey smiled at him and put the thumbs near each other. What happened next made Zeke jump; a thin line of white traveled from one thumb to the other and hung there, swirling in a thread-like appearance. Zeke’s eyes bugged out, looking from the stunt to Casey’s face. His eyes were shut tight, jaw set. “You okay??” Zeke asked, panicked. Casey nodded fast; with a gasp he pulled his thumbs apart and breathed in sharp.

“Yea… yea, I’m cool,” Casey said. Zeke had to be the perfect picture of ‘awe’.

“That was so fucking cool, Casey. So fucking cool.”

“Wanna try it?”

“Huh?”

“Wanna try?” Casey said again, holding up his thumb to Zeke.

“Fuck yea,” Zeke said, springing to attention. Casey outright giggled, putting it to his mouth again. Zeke did the same and brought it out, feeling a buzz of excitement in his gut.

“Ready?” Casey asked. Zeke nodded, bringing his thumb close to Casey’s. He watched with anxiety as they came closer and closer until… well holy God.

Another string of static light emerged from Casey’s skin, connecting solidly to Zeke’s pad of flesh. He gasped loudly, watching then feeling this maddening sight of electricity forming between them. Zeke breathed in and out quickly, eyes blurring every moment of so as every inch of skin covering him became shaky and alive. “Wo… wow…” he irked out. Casey smiled, bowing his head slightly.

“Neat, isn’t it?” he gasped out. Zeke dropped his jaw a bit, his pulse racing. Casey now drew back, pulling away until the thread disappeared. Bringing his cigarette to his lips, he leaned on the back of the bed and crossed his ankles. “I’d never done that with someone else before,”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So… you coulda killed me. Thanks a lot,” Zeke joked; Casey laughed loudly.

“For fuck’s sake… that was cool!!” he nearly yelled. Zeke chuckled as well, shaking his head.

“No, it was. Thanks,”

“Hah, yer welcome,”

Zeke sat back. “What happens when you fucking KISS someone??”

“Huh?”

“Well for God’s sake, you must have scared off a million girls with that sort of thing… if two wet fingers can do that…”

“Oh Zeke- Zeke, Zeke, Zeke… a million girls?” Casey said, incredulous. “Try none,”

“Serious?”

“No, I’m lying,”

Zeke cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his lips. “You’re a fuckin’ virgin?”

“Say it louder next time. I want the whole world to know,” Casey told him, kicking him in the shin. Zeke rolled his eyes.

“What a shame, what a shame… wonder if anyone’ll EVER find out what talents you have. Shame, shame,”

“Wanna?”

Zeke stilled, frowning. “Wanna what?”

“Find out,”

Oh for… no, he didn’t mean… wait, no. “Casey, are you asking me if I want to kiss you?” Zeke asked. Casey giggled like a fucking girl; well, that didn’t help.

“Yea, sure. Purely experimental, like,”

“Oh, experimental?”

“Yea. Sure.”

Zeke couldn’t help a chuckle also. “Okay, fine,”

“You mean it?” Casey said, sounding amazed. Zeke rolled his eyes.

“Could be interesting,”

“What if I kill you?”

“I absolve you. I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Okay then… um…” Casey said. He was shifting up a little. “C’mere then,”

Zeke groaned and sat up fully, facing Casey. He slapped his hands to his knees. “We won’t tell anyone. No one needs to know we made out to see if you’d electrocute me.”

“Make out, eh? Movin’ a lil’ fast,”

“Hey, if I like it…?” Zeke replied. Casey’s eyebrows rose.

“If you like it even…”

“Shut up and kiss me,”

“Such a romantic,” Casey muttered as he moved in.

There was absolutely no warning; the moment Zeke could feel Casey’s breath he was drawn in completely; should he have wanted to change his mind and not DO this, he wouldn’t have any choice. One small flicker of flash came from their mouths, illuminating both their faces as their lips joined together. Zeke gasped, eyes widened at the sudden and complete shocked contact. Casey must have been pretty shocked himself; as their mouths moved upon each other, glistening with electric wet, Casey whimpered in high-pitched gasps. Zeke felt too drawn in; his hands came up from his knees and to Casey’s neck, bracing the both of them into the kiss further. His eyes closed and crossed as he made to force himself away, not because he didn’t like it because…because oh hell Mary, this was…

“You all right?” he asked Casey in a shaky whisper. Fuck, his lips, they were nearly glowing.

“Yea.”

A small pause followed, their breathing coming out in low wheezes. “Again.” Zeke said, pulling Casey back.

“Again,” Casey whimpered out. Zeke pulled Casey to him once more and didn’t wait for the electric impulse to hit; he knew it would, but wanted to beat it to the quick. It came just as Zeke’s mouth was fully planted upon Casey’s, making him suck a long breath through his nose. He didn’t know if he’d actually passed out or not, not knowing just WHAT sort of energy pulse claimed him when Casey’s tongue lashed out past his lips and began stroking along his own. It felt as if… fuck, what? What was this?

“I’m swallowing a sparkler…” he said after breaking off, breathless and winded. Casey frowned a little.

“Huh?”

“Sparklers… those things at fireworks displays. The things… kids have been burning themselves on. They’ve been banned awhile, but fuck all…”

“You’re rambling. Anyways, I’m not a sparkler,” Casey said, a coy smile on his lips. He leaned in closer, making Zeke’s hair feel like it was standing on end. “I’m an electricite,”

If there was anything else for Zeke’s brain to have to break through in order to outright claim Casey, that certainly did it. Just the movement of Casey’s lips as he spoke was enough. “So…” he murmured, taking Casey’s jaw in his hands to peer at him. “I’ve made out with my best friend then,”

Casey blushed- actually fucking blushed. “Guess you have.”

“Do you wanna stop?” Zeke asked. Casey shook his head; Zeke’s chest swelled with anticipation. “Do you want more?”

At Casey’s nod Zeke dove back into the fray of electric divinity, grabbing the back of Casey’s head and pushing him back, kissing him forcefully. Perhaps the inner workings within Casey’s body could override him at some point, but for now… no, Zeke Tyler wasn’t just going to sit there and enjoy it. He was going to take it and enjoy it.

There was so much more to explore on this young man, Zeke realized; in all the times he’d been with Casey, talked with him on the phone, Christ…he’d never just- touched… Casey. Seeing as Casey was conveniently already sans shirt, Zeke pulled away for just one moment, let Casey slide down onto his back as Zeke pulled off his shirt. Once half naked he leaned down and let his body slide smoothly onto Casey’s. His eyes rolled back…

He was going to have to call whatever dictionary existed, EVERY dictionary that existed and insist that ‘electricite’ be entered into their next edition. They could put a picture of Casey next to the definition… ‘e\lec\tri\cite (n.): a young man that gives off enormous amounts of energy and makes you want to fuck them’. Perhaps Zeke would need to get his neighborhood’s signatures to elect this into the books, but he’d do it. He’d do anything right now, just to keep touching Casey as he was now; his hands roamed over Casey’s sides, making his back arch off the bed. Rubbing his chest into Casey’s may as well have been a match to sandpaper right now.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet…” Zeke muttered, not feeling the slightest bit coherent. “Feel like I have,”

Casey cocked his head to the side, his breaths coming out hard and long. He glanced downwards; he took one hand to his mouth and licked each finger, staring up at Zeke’s trembling body as he did.

“What… are you doing?” Zeke asked. Casey smiled a small smile and grabbed Zeke’s arm with his other hand. Gripping it tight he only gave one warning-a tiny wink- before putting the damp fingers in a clamp on Zeke’s neck.

Zeke felt the jolt fly from his neck to head then all the way down in a split second, filling his body entirely with whatever Casey was giving him. “HOLY shit… holy fuck, shit…” Zeke babbled out loudly, feeling his head cock forward and back, forward and back as Casey kneaded his fingers into the tense skin by his shoulder now.

“Kiss me,” Casey breathed out. Zeke didn’t waste time. He bent down and claimed Casey’s mouth again, plundering it ruthlessly with his own. It felt like war, like skin fighting to BE the other’s skin, to mix saliva and neurons and Jesus fucking…

Zeke felt this happening; it was a total exchange of power, of sharing energies. He knew he was returning SOMETHING back to Casey, those high pitched squeals rising out of Casey’s throat and down Zeke’s weren’t just from whatever he was giving. Zeke pressed his chest down and smoothed over Casey’s, feeling like he was swimming. He pushed one hand between them and found a warm nipple upon Casey’s smooth chest, digging a nail into it.

Casey’s mouth broke away to howl; his hand gripped harder on Zeke’s neck, fingers driving shocks through him much more intense now. “I want you…” Zeke growled out, his voice guttural and animalistic. He lowered his head to Casey’s neck and bit down, hard…

They both stopped; still holding onto each other, moving closer in silent squirms, finding their niches in each other’s bodies, but… stopped. It was as if the world had suddenly ceased turning and was about to explode. Nothing ever felt like this before was all Zeke could think, his brain swimming in electric rush of Casey Casey Casey… he let his teeth shake open, still clinging to Casey’s skin but not tearing into him. As his tongue traveled along Casey’s neck, Casey took his hand from his, letting it fall back next to his head.

“Would you be angry… if I told you…” Casey breathed out, words shaking. “That I’ve always… wanted you?”

Zeke stopped his movements, eyes narrowing as he worked to understand what Casey just admitted. He pulled himself away, holding himself up by his hands. Looking down on Casey, he cocked his head to the side. “Always? When?”

Casey blushed and looked away. “Always.”

“Define that,” Zeke said, blank faced and staring. Casey bit his lip; he must have hoped that Zeke wasn’t angry, as one of his hands took Zeke’s wrist and held it softly.

“I remember when I saw you, in the halls… rumors spread over school that you were seeing this girl. Can’t remember her name- probably because I blocked it out. I waited a long time and didn’t see you with her, ever. I got hopeful, really,” he explained. “But then I caught you in the hall with her. You were both just… kissing, or rather… warring with tongues,”

Zeke swallowed, glancing to his wrist that Casey touched. “Linda,”

“Yea… thanks,” Casey said. “I’d tried denying everything, but when I saw you guys I just… yea, I kinda admitted it.”

Zeke turned his head away, registering this. “You coulda said something,”

“Said what? I didn’t want to… when we became friends, I didn’t want to ruin that. It was bad enough before the incident, honestly. You never looked my way. I could just imagine how you’d feel with me- God,” Casey muttered, rolling his eyes. “Would you have said ‘yes’?” he asked; Zeke blinked a few moments, thinking. He turned back to Casey and shrugged.

“I dunno,” he answered, feeling dumb. Casey smiled broadly.

“You woulda said ‘no’, Zeke. And it’s okay,” he said. “You’re not saying no NOW, and that’s…. pretty cool,”

“Yea,” Zeke said, unable to hide a bashful smile. Casey nodded slowly, looking Zeke up and down. He pushed his back to the bed and squirmed a leg out from under Zeke. He raised it, curling at the knee and moved it along Zeke’s thigh.

“Yea,” Casey returned breathily. He moved his head up and kissed at Zeke’s lower lip. Zeke closed his eyes and let out a shaking breath in feeling Casey’s tongue dart out to lick along it, moving so excruciatingly slow. Zeke grabbed Casey’s shoulders and hoisted him up, pulling the both of them into a sitting position on the bed. Their legs were tangled onto and over each other’s bodies, so wonderfully awkward and beautiful. Their arms fought for purchase on each other as Zeke pulled Casey’s lips and tongue to kiss, to enter, to mouth and taste. Both his hands went to Casey’s back, sliding up and down his spine, until he finally dared move them to the loose waist of his pants. Casey trembled as Zeke pushed his fingertips just past it, digging into the rise of Casey’s ass in a rough display of wanting. Casey drew back, his eyes glazed and smile looking drugged. “What do ya want, Zeke?” he asked in a playful voice. Zeke wasn’t capable of speaking right now, really. So he asked the next best way; he let one hand slip down further, going to Casey’s hip and wrapping his large hand around. His thumb braced into the curve of Casey’s pelvis while his fingers dug deeper, making Casey hiss. He buried his face into Zeke’s neck, nuzzling his nose and lips to his ear. “Take what you want,” he whispered, giving Zeke’s earlobe a tiny bite. The unbelievable zing that alone gave Zeke was enough to make him not want any more playing around. He simply let both hands reach around and grab Casey in full. Casey’s body thrashed forward, knocking into Zeke and almost sending him on his back. Oh, he wanted to see Casey go lost and wild now; he wanted to see that more than anything.

He smiled as he forced a hand down further, reaching the back of Casey’s thighs where the skin rose. His fingers brushed between them and began stroking Casey’s sac, making his eyes go instantly wide, roll, close… Zeke’s jaw trembled at the way he felt, the warmth and sight of Casey’s prone body. Zeke swallowed as his other hand began pulling Casey’s pants down, going past his hips and halting at… oh for fuck’s sake. He pulled the waist out, tension building by the knot of the string holding them up. Casey shuddered and moaned at the feeling of complete exposure between his legs, pushing his hips forward. Zeke was almost struck dumb at the sight of him now. He looked from Casey’s face and down, blinking in awe.

“Casey… um- you’re fucking huge,”

Casey’s concentrated expression broke to laugh out loud, looking back down to Zeke and smiling wide. “I am, huh?”

“Yea,” Zeke said, no longer holding back from exactly what he wanted to do; he took his hand from Casey’s hip. While his other hand still busied itself teasing Casey’s tense sac, his other now went flat, running his palm along Casey’s hardened shaft. Casey hissed out a long breath, putting his shaking hands on Zeke’s shoulders.

“Oh…my God…” he breathed out. Zeke closed his eyes again as he explored along Casey’s groin, the hand from behind now bracing itself at the small of his back. He pressed his cheek to Casey’s stomach, breathing in the odd but wonderful scent of boy.

“It’s nice,” he whispered, now wrapping his fingers around Casey’s cock and sighing. Casey bucked once, gasping as Zeke took hold of it and began stroking up and down. “Very… nice,”

Casey bent forward, sliding his body down to rest his arms on Zeke’s shoulders. Zeke continued his ministrations, smiling into Casey’s skin as he kissed around his navel. “Good boy, Casey… good…” he went to say. His thumb had gone from the underside of Casey to the tip, and he gasped. Eyes wide he backed up, looking at Casey with an expression of shock. “Casey?”

Casey blinked quick, looking to Zeke with confusion. “What, what?”

“Your… you…” he stammered on words; looking down he sighed out a shaky breath, seeing the pearl of come he’d touched. “When you come, what happens?”

Casey’s jaw tensed, staring down at Zeke blankly. A smile tickled his lips as he closed his eyes and moaned with satisfaction. “Find out,”

Zeke felt his face flush, a tense excitement suddenly encompassing him. In one swift move he sat up fully, taking Casey and tossing him onto his back. Casey bounced once, eyes opened wide as Zeke knelt up, grabbing at the waist of Casey’s clothes. They were pulled off violently, sending Casey’s legs akimbo. Zeke stared down on Casey’s exposed self, lips parted to breathe in and out, ever so slowly… “Fuck’s sake…” he mumbled. Casey swallowed heavily; Zeke gave him one last fiery glance then bent forward. He grasped each of Casey’s thighs, pressing his fingers deep into the soft flesh. It occurred to him now that he’d never done this before… but he knew what he liked. Perhaps Casey would like the same…

Judging by the sudden buck of hips filling Zeke’s mouth further, Casey most definitely was pleased at just the first move of lips sucking him in. Zeke moaned with pleasure, not minding the way Casey moved. Just the small taste of Casey at the very end of his cock was enough for Zeke, giving him the urge to take Casey in full. He wrapped his hand at his groin, surrounding him, making sure to dip his thumb between his legs further. It stroked along the skin’s seam where thigh met groin, nudging into Casey’s sac. “Zeke…” Casey moaned out, long and low. Zeke felt Casey’s feet going to his back, sliding down to the waist of his jeans. Zeke groaned again as Casey’s toes slid down under the cloth and pressed into the small of his back.

The sudden twitch inside Zeke’s mouth from Casey’s cock was the only warning he had; one moment passed and Casey threw his head back, keening wails filling the room. Zeke wasn’t prepared for what happened next, though he knew it’d been inevitable. Casey’s thighs shook in his hands as he came, filling Zeke’s mouth with electrified wet. Nothing compared to this as Zeke swallowed, his throat spasming at the feel of it; he hissed urgent breaths out his nose, his whole body shaking as he swallowed, swallowed, swallowed…

Casey put his back down on the bed, heaving raspy, shaking breaths. Zeke withdrew his mouth and crawled up Casey’s chest to him, kissing him wildly. “You little… fucker…” Zeke growled as they mouthed each other. Casey gasped out moans as Zeke undid his jeans, fingers grasping at the button and zipper frantically. Another pair of hands dipped downwards, grabbing at the denim and pushing it down past Zeke’s hips. “Want it?” Zeke asked, now moving to Casey’s neck and suckling hard.

“Want it,” Casey replied in a trembling voice.

“You sure?”

“FUCK me,” Casey demanded outright. Zeke growled more, worki9ng his way down Casey’s chest and stomach, back to his groin. He didn’t even have to think, didn’t have to wonder on how to do things. He knew enough.

Casey let out a shrill yelp as Zeke dipped his mouth past Casey’s perineum and to the soft, rounded skin below. With eager hands he spread Casey wide and let his tongue dip down, finding its mark instantly. No thoughts, no wondering, just a stabbing lick delivered to Casey’s pouting hole and they both went mad. Casey writhed and moaned out strings of ‘omigod, omigod, omigod…’s, Zeke pushing his face into him and lapping at him long and wide, stabbing and frantic. Zeke shoved one hand to his own cock, stroking himself eagerly. He left Casey moist and wanton, pulling his head and body up to look at Casey’s face. He was far gone; eyes were rolled back as he mewled, twisting his body along the messy blankets and sheets. No words were exchanged as Zeke took a shuddering finger to Casey’s ass, pressing towards his entrance. He let it roam over the saliva drenched skin, moistening it further to deliver an eased entry. It slid into him in halting movements, Zeke wanting to see every movement of expression on Casey’s face as he did.

Casey’s knees shook open further, his hips moving upwards. “G-od…” Casey uttered. Zeke moved inside of him, sliding his finger in wide circles to stretch the tense flesh.

“More?”

“More,”

Zeke nodded as he pushed another inside, following the other. Casey bucked up once, holding himself up as he gasped out over and over. Zeke took his hand from himself for a moment to spit into it then returned, sliding the wet along his shaft. Fuck, he wanted this more than anything. He didn’t want Casey to be some virgin, as all he wanted to do right now was quit the foreplay and preparation. After the third finger went inside, sliding with surprising ease, he wondered if Casey WAS in fact virginal at all. “Anyone else done this… to you, Case?” he asked.

“Just me…” Casey murmured. Zeke’s eyebrows rose.

“You?”

“Practiced…”

Oh for God’s sake… Zeke withdrew his fingers and swallowed, hard. As thoughts of Casey using his own body sprang to mind, he moved his body towards Casey, pressing his cock along Casey’s ass. He stroked it there a few moments, sliding along the wet flesh with hard strokes. Casey sobbed, putting his hands at Zeke’s hips and looking down. For a moment he just stared as their bodies rubbed along each other, pressing and kneading skin to skin. He looked up again, eyes pleading. Zeke melted inside in seeing this boy filled with the most trusting expression he’d ever witnessed. He leant down and kissed Casey gingerly, assuring him with soft movements of lips on lips, even if he wanted to plunder him ruthlessly.

Zeke positioned himself awkwardly to Casey’s ass, rubbing along to find his mark. There… oh God… he had to be careful, fuck, he had to be careful… he couldn’t just shove, he knew that much. He edged along, feeling Casey’s chest hitch up as he finally began to enter him. Small presses of flesh-to-flesh, climbing slowly inside… fuck. “Christ…” Zeke muttered, letting his forehead fall on Casey’s chest. Once certain he’d positioned himself fully he let his hands go up to Casey’s shoulders and hold there. He lifted his head and felt his eyes cross a moment, staring into Casey’s face. He didn’t say anything… just- moved.

Casey’s mouth fell open with the shock at being filled, his legs clamping around Zeke’s hips and bracing him there. “Oh… fucking God…” Casey yelped out.

“Put your legs up, Casey,” Zeke told him, kissing his shoulder. Casey swallowed hard and lifted his knees. Zeke grunted as he pulled them up, slinging them over his shoulders. No fucking around now, no fucking way…

One shove and he was completely sheathed inside; Casey could fucking take it. Holy God, how he just screamed… holy God. Zeke shuddered out a groan as he began to move, sliding in then out, moving further inside each time.

“Harder,” Casey pleaded, the demand hitting Zeke’s ears like bricks. Zeke pushed back once then slammed forward, sending Casey’s mouth wide open and howling. “Fucking harder,” Casey told him through clenched teeth. Now Zeke entered a rhythm, simply pounding ahead and back over and over. Casey’s knees clenched tight at Zeke’s shoulders and neck, and oh, if he could just die by being strangled like this- life would be fantastic.

Zeke had Casey’s shoulders in his arms, wrapping around him and folding Casey completely. He was drenched in sweat, not bothering to take much note of it as he moved below. He was buried inside of Casey to the hilt, feeling the tight warmth spreading over his groin and out. “God… Casey…” he murmured into Casey’s ear, lapping and biting at it. Their hands and mouths scrambled over each other until they were once again face-to-face. Mouths drifted, not bothering to move upon each other. They both breathed erratically as Zeke grasped Casey’s shoulders, pushing his forehead onto Casey’s as he began to climax. His movements were quicker and less defined; Zeke held his breath and kissed at Casey’s cheek over and over again. As Casey’s small nails dug into his back, Zeke felt the sharp, precise beginnings of his orgasm swell. “Fuck… fuck fuck fuck…”

Zeke groaned loudly, burrowing his nose into Casey’s short hair as he began to come, sparks flying in his eyes. The mix of wet to wet below made his whole body shake, trying his best to hold onto Casey as if for dear life. Casey’s fingers were driving yet more energy, making him shove into him quicker, over and over again. Fuck… this wasn’t stopping…

Zeke wasn’t used to this, not at all… he was expecting this ecstasy to come to it’s close but it just wasn’t. There was no crescendo, just riding along this wave of fine tuned pleasure. He had to stop, somehow, even if he didn’t want to. He knew he’d gone dry, but still felt it, all of it…

Zeke made his body stop, thrusts coming to a sudden stop. While the orgasmic reaction wasn’t stopping still, it was slowing, sending a thrumming pulse of pleasure through him. “Casey…” he murmured in his shock. Casey’s shaking arms rose up and held him to his chest.

“Zeke…?”

“I feel like… I’m still coming,”

Casey moved his legs away, smiling to Zeke. Zeke lifted his dreary head off of him and allowed Casey to withdraw entirely. Zeke groaned in feeling himself slide out, the cooler air of the room hitting him immediately.

“You were still inside… you need… to move out in order for it to end,”

Zeke stared at him in awe. “Casey?”

“Yea?” he breathily replied, eyes closed, throat moving to swallow.

“When can I fuck you again?”

Casey laughed out loud, even with the apparent exhaustion. Zeke dropped his head back down upon Casey’s chest, listening to the heart inside pounding away. As it calmed back to normal, Zeke fell asleep.