Zen was a musical actor. He had many, many fangirls growing, and model jobs being tossed at him from all directions because of his good looks. Although he did not quite desire the modeling jobs, and they would merely only be a boost for him, perhaps... he found himself to be quite gorgeous even so. Disgusting narcissist.
Zen would stand, looking at a familiar person before him. The sight left him breathless, no girl, no matter how pretty, could ever put him in such awe. "Beautiful.." He would murmur to the man before him, getting mimicked in return. Though, that did not bother him. Zen shook off his coat, looking into the face of the man in front of him. Yes.. the man had the same, crimson colored eyes. Somehow, that pleased Zen. He saw his own beautiful face through those eyes. It was as if they were the same. With that thought, he reached to touch the man's cheek. It was cold, flat... but he enjoyed it, nonetheless. The look of amusement on the other's face was enough to keep him going. He couldn't take it anymore. Zen wanted the man so badly. He started pecking at the man's lips, who moved in sync. Once again, cold and flat.. but it excited Zen, and made him encouraged enough to start licking at the man, who, too, stuck out his tongue. Due to little experience, Zen was a bit sloppy with his kisses, but he certainly did try his best to keep a cool look. The other man was red, which was cute. Zen thought he should go further.
Zen was going to fuck his reflection