Title: Searing Heat
Summary: Prompt 43. "You have no idea how much I want you right now." Yay for shameless make-out fic :3
Pairings: Zesiro/Roxbury
"You have no idea how much I want you right now."
Roxbury shivered. Not from the cold or fear. But from the heated breath against his neck. And from the taut body pressed tightly against his.
And from the pure, unapologetic lust in Zesiro's voice.
Roxbury bit his lips together in an undoubtedly fruitless attempt to smother a moan as Zesiro nipped and sucked on the delicate skin of his throat. He had wanted to push back, to run his hands over the other man's muscular shoulders and back. But Zesiro had his wrists pinned together over his head in an act of dominance.
Something he enjoyed, though he would only ever admit that to himself.
When Zesiro pulled his lips away from his throat and commandeer his mouth with his own, Roxbury moaned lowly and arched his back to press himself firmly against the man kissing him.
Perversely, he felt a sense of excitement and thrilled fear when a voice from someone he couldn't quite recognised filtered through the door and into the empty, unused room Zesiro had virtually dragged him into. The door was slightly ajar, no lock to be found, allowing for a small beam of light from the corridor outside to be seen.
It would be so easy for someone to walk in on them. To find the leader to the Phaedron guild sprawled out atop of an empty table with Zesiro half on top of him. Tugging at his clothes, greedily consuming his mouth, teasingly running his hands along his stomach, chest, and thighs.
Roxbury trembled as a flush of heat rushed over him, prompted by Zesiro purposely brushing his leg against Roxbury's inner thigh.
He managed to wiggle a hand free. He trailed his fingers shakily along Zesiro's arm, over his shoulder, and along his jawline. As he twisted his head away from Zesiro's commanding mouth, his pressed his fingers against his lips.
"N-not here," Roxbury panted as his body trembled.
It wasn't the fear of getting caught they made him want to, ah, continue elsewhere. Well, it was. The way Zesiro touched him made him feel as if he was the only person in the whole world. Made him forget everything but the sheer pleasure of what he did to him.
But the table was rather unforgiven on his back.
And Zesiro's passion for him wasn't easily subdued. Roxbury needed to be able to walk tomorrow, after all.
"The bedroom," Roxbury continued. "You can do whatever you want there."
Though agitated at the interruption, the fact that Roxbury was more than willing to continue was all the convincing he needed.
With a smirk that promised unapologetically wicked delights, Zesiro took Roxbury's hand in his and pulled him along willingly. Roxbury's heart raced as they hurried through the halls to their shared room. The corridors were thankfully empty of his teammates and other explorers. No funny looks. No excuses needed to be made.
It felt like just a matter of seconds before Roxbury found himself in his room within the Sanctuary.
And as soon as the locked clicked into place, he was back in Zesiro's strong arms, his mouth dominating his, and making him forget about everything but the searing heat between them.