Obsession – how do you define it? Jaibo didn't think he was obsessed with Zera. Yet Zera was his, and he loathed the thought of sharing him with anyone. Least of all the rest of the Light club, or a useless Sleeping Beauty. Yet that was not obsession. It was love. More than love. He needed Zera in order to exist, it was as simple as that.
Zera moaned, and the sound reverberated through Jaibo's body. He could never get enough of seeing Zera thus undone, pale skin glistening with sweat, face flushed, and much less severe without his glasses. Yet even so, he still would not completely relinquish control – his fingers gripped Jaibo's hair tightly, guiding him if he thought Jaibo's lips were going too fast, or too slow, or too shallow.
Jaibo still remembered the first time he laid eyes on Zera. He was the new guy, handsome and aloof, but what had intrigued Jaibo the most was the dark intensity which shone in his eyes even then. Ever since that moment he stalked him, falling deeper and deeper for him every day. He gave him a new name – he was always Zera in his mind, and it was one of his happiest moments when Zera accepted that name.
Zera moaned again, and gripped Jaibo's hair tighter. He was close, Jaibo could tell. He slowed down, testing how far he could tease before he got reprimanded. Not very long, as it turned out – almost immediately Zera thrust his hips forward impatiently, chocking out, "Faster!"
If anyone had asked Jaibo what had attracted him to Zera, he might have given numerous reasons, but he most likely would have missed the main one – Zera was the dominant Jaibo's submissive nature desperately craved. That was not to say Jaibo was meek and obedient – he simply needed to complete someone like Zera, whose drive and ambition were a force to be reckoned with.
And yet, that same ambition was threatening to take his Zera away from him.
Jaibo braced himself, then took Zera's erection deep in – as deep as he could physically endure – and sped up.
Zera gasped, then his whole body shook as he came deep in Jaibo's throat.
"Mine!" Jaibo nearly growled out loud, restraining himself in the last second. Zera would not appreciate his possessiveness, if he knew about it. All the same, he would make sure no one took his Zera away.
Already the manic look was returning to Zera's eyes, and Jaibo followed his gaze to the sleeping girl on what used to be Zera's throne.
No. No one would take him away, Jaibo vowed.