All Night Long
Chapter Eight: Page One
Seifer watched Zell suck in a deep, startled breath
and struggle beneath him, his panic a tangible thing.
Zell closed his eyes and turned his face away, hiding his
plain-to-see feelings and emotions. Zell shoved at his
shoulders to push Seifer off him, all to no avail. He
wasn't going anywhere. At least not until he made sure
Zell knew how much he meant to him.
Pinning his arms on either side of his head, Seifer entwined
their fingers so that they were palm to palm and he was
in complete control. Still, Zell refused to look at him,
so Seifer took a few precious seconds to drink in the
glorious sight of him. Zell's tangled blond hair, and his skin was flushed with
passion, his lips pink and swollen from Seifer's kisses. Zell was incredibly beautiful, so fresh and honest, inside and out. And everything he wanted and
needed in his life.
"You promised to keep the blindfold on," he whispered.
Zell sounded so betrayed, and guilt reared within Seifer.
But not regret. This was an obstacle they had to hurdle
together if he had any chance at all at a future with
Zell. Zell's trust was imperative.
"If this is all you're going to allow me, then let me
watch you when you come this time." He nudged the head
of his cock against his slick flesh, sliding in a few
excruciating inches. "Let me have that memory of you, at
least."
With a flex of his hips he sank all the way into Zell,
and Zell moaned softly, raggedly, accepting him. Seifer left
the decision to look at him solely up to Zell, and with
every stroke of his body within his Seifer felt the strain
ease from Zell's muscles and another kind of tension take
over, felt the rapid beat of his heart matching his,
felt Zell melt beneath him....
Slowly, Zell turned his head. Slowly, his lashes
fluttered open, and while the moisture shimmering in his
expressive blue eyes tore at Seifer, it also offered him a
whole lot of reassurance. There wouldn't be tears if Zell
were indifferent to him.
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Chapter Eight: Page One
Seifer watched Zell suck in a deep, startled breath
and struggle beneath him, his panic a tangible thing.
Zell closed his eyes and turned his face away, hiding his
plain-to-see feelings and emotions. Zell shoved at his
shoulders to push Seifer off him, all to no avail. He
wasn't going anywhere. At least not until he made sure
Zell knew how much he meant to him.
Pinning his arms on either side of his head, Seifer entwined
their fingers so that they were palm to palm and he was
in complete control. Still, Zell refused to look at him,
so Seifer took a few precious seconds to drink in the
glorious sight of him. Zell's tangled blond hair, and his skin was flushed with
passion, his lips pink and swollen from Seifer's kisses. Zell was incredibly beautiful, so fresh and honest, inside and out. And everything he wanted and
needed in his life.
"You promised to keep the blindfold on," he whispered.
Zell sounded so betrayed, and guilt reared within Seifer.
But not regret. This was an obstacle they had to hurdle
together if he had any chance at all at a future with
Zell. Zell's trust was imperative.
"If this is all you're going to allow me, then let me
watch you when you come this time." He nudged the head
of his cock against his slick flesh, sliding in a few
excruciating inches. "Let me have that memory of you, at
least."
With a flex of his hips he sank all the way into Zell,
and Zell moaned softly, raggedly, accepting him. Seifer left
the decision to look at him solely up to Zell, and with
every stroke of his body within his Seifer felt the strain
ease from Zell's muscles and another kind of tension take
over, felt the rapid beat of his heart matching his,
felt Zell melt beneath him....
Slowly, Zell turned his head. Slowly, his lashes
fluttered open, and while the moisture shimmering in his
expressive blue eyes tore at Seifer, it also offered him a
whole lot of reassurance. There wouldn't be tears if Zell
were indifferent to him.
NEXT