ZEDD - PART 2
I reach the bedroom door and take a deep breath before I open it uncertain of exactly what I will find, but trying to prepare myself for worst. Scanning the room it only takes me a moment to spot Thomas is sitting on the floor by the dresser, going through my movies. He seems to be sorting them into two piles, one much larger than the other. He looks over his shoulder at me and smiles as I push the door closed. "Don't forget to lock it, my lord," he says. "We wouldn't want to be interrupted."
As I turn the lock, he returns his attention to what he's doing. As I move further into the room, I realize that he's barefoot and wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. There's also a small towel on the night table by the lamp. Unable to help myself I hear the most absurd question come out of my mouth, "What are you doing?"
Giving me a slight look as if I'm the one with the head injury, he in the end continues to play the part he's decided on for now and forgo any witty response for the most basic of answers instead. "Finding something we can watch to help you get into the right frame of mind." Trust me it won't take a movie to get me there.
"You changed too, I see."
"It seemed the thing to do, my lord." Right.
He finishes his sorting and returns the larger pile to the drawer before he tosses the remaining cases on the bed and then stands up. Thomas waves his hand at the half a dozen or so choices on the bed. "Perhaps you'd like to choose, Lord Zedd?"
A quick glance at what's on offer and I suspect I know why he's chosen these particular movies, but I ask anyway. "Why did you select these, Thomas?"
He almost looks surprised. "Because, my lord, the others all have females or other species that don't match up to our bodies. It made no sense to include them." Starting to feel like the movies aren't exactly for my benefit now given that answer.
Looking again at what he's chosen I know for a fact that there are some others that are missing from the pile, but I have no doubt - since they include restraints and such - why they were eliminated. "And what if I said that I didn't want to watch any of them?"
"Then I'll put them back, of course, my lord." Again the title is starting to grate on my nerves, almost more so than this current act I still suspect he's putting on.
Seeing as how he's not going to drop the façade for the moment though, I make my response slightly firmer than I normally would, still deciding for the time being to play my expected part as well. "Thomas, I'm going to amend my instructions to you from before. Don't call me 'lord' in this room." I take a breath before I continue. "Also, within reason, you can do what you want in here - particularly when we're mating or preparing to mate."
He cocks his head as he considers my words. He turns to the bed, scoops the movies into a neat pile and sets them on the dresser before crossing over to me. "What I want? Are you sure?"
I can see the gleam in his eyes as well as a flash of something else that I don't quite catch. "Yes, Thomas. When we do this, it's not just about my pleasure, but yours too." I see his eyebrows rise and I continue. "With that in mind, I want us to be equals in this. So if you want something from me or want me to do something, I want you to tell me. That's how this works, no matter what the circumstances are with you being good or 'evil' I want to make certain you know that I'm not just interested in using you, but rather in you being my mate."
He closes the last bit of space between us, wraps his arms around my neck and says, "Well then, Zedd, I want you to kiss me."
Lightly, I slide my arms around him and press my lips to his. Gently, I run my tongue over his lips and am pleased when he opens for me. I pay close attention to his body language, not wanting to overwhelm him with my wants right now. However, the moan low in his throat and the way he presses tighter against me reassure me.
It doesn't take long before both of us are breathless. I draw back slightly, abandoning his mouth for the moment. I pull his shirt off before turning my attention to his neck, throat and shoulder. I'm delighted when he moans in pleasure again. Gently, I move him toward the bed as I continue to tease his skin with little nips and licks and kisses. Once there, I stop what I'm doing and jerk my head toward the bed, indicating that he should lie down. The moment of hesitation as he looks between me and the bed is very brief, however it isn't missed by me given I was watching for it. Just about to reassure him he seems to push aside what uncertainty he had as he climbs onto the bed waiting to see what will occur next. Quickly, I strip out of all my clothes and leave him in his sweatpants and whatever he might have on under them - for now.
I join him on the bed, once more turning my attention to him. I resume kissing him as I permit my hands to wander slightly - keeping them above his waistline for the time being. My mouth wanders along his jaw and neck down to his chest. I'm just about to flick my tongue over his nipple when I realize that he's trembling. Oh shit. "Thomas, are you all right?"
"Fine." Shaking isn't fine. This act of his I can deal with for the moment, however letting him force himself into something that's going to hurt him long term is another matter entirely.
"Why are you trembling?"
"I don't know. Anticipation," he answers breathlessly. "Please don't stop, Zedd."
Having listened carefully to his voice, I decide that he's telling the truth, though that still doesn't ease the slight bit of worry I have for him. "All right, however if you get upset you need to tell me. Is that clear?"
"Clear, now please…"
Lowering my head again I draw my tongue across the hardened nub before me, gaining me a hiss of pleasure. As my fingers caress the other one, I fasten my mouth on this one. Another low moan and I grin to myself. I continue for a few more minutes. I feel him caress my head, running his fingers through my hair. Gently, I bite the nub I'm attending to and I'm delighted when he arches into it with a gasp.
I'm taken aback, however, when he pushes against my shoulder. "Zedd, stop."
With a final lick, I raise my head to look at him. "Why?"
"Because I want to give you some attention too." His eyes are darker than their normal caramel color and there is a flame there.
Reluctantly, I release him and lie back, having no more than a moment to consider what he'll do before he's already doing it. He pounces on me, mouth devouring my own as his hands are seemingly everywhere. As he begins lavishing attention on my upper body with his mouth, his hands are busy much further down. Realizing that he seems to be doing all of this by his own choice is very exciting and I can't help but pray to the powers - dark and light - that he can handle seeing this through to the end - for his sake as well as mine.
I find my prayers coming to an abrupt end as he draws his tongue over the part of me that needs the most attention. He takes me in and it's all I can do not to thrust up at him. Some part of me still remembering that I had promised to relinquish control to him until he became more comfortable with us doing this, it's all I can do to hold back. It's however not long after that he slides a finger and then two into me that the control I have on my mouth and brain at least go out the window. "Thomas, yes. That feels so good."
My hand finds the top of his head and I begin to caress him. I can't stop the whimper of protest when he stops - however briefly. "Zedd?"
"Yes?"
"Can I - have you?"
I can't help the huge grin that threatens to split my face in two. "By all means, Thomas, if you want to." And perhaps if I keep playing my cards right I can return the favor to him at some point in the near future.
Quickly, he strips out of his remaining clothes, thankfully without me having to insist upon it like last time, and moves into position. He rubs against me for a minute, teasing me. I groan in frustration before I feel him position himself and begin to push forward very, very slowly. I look at him, surprised at what I see. His eyes are closed and his brow is slightly furrowed. I'm about to ask him if he's all right when he moans himself. "God, Zedd, you feel so good."
Suddenly, I realize that he's taking his time to properly enjoy what he rushed through before. This understanding raises my arousal, but oddly, allows me to regain some control of myself as well. "You too."
Finally, he is deep inside me and he stops. I clench my muscles briefly and he gasps. "Don't do that or this is going to be way too short - for both of us."
Lightly, I stroke my hands over the parts of him that I can reach. He begins to move slowly and then faster. I feel the bond and am relieved beyond words that there is no fear, no apprehension. In fact, I sense no negative emotions at all - allowing me to relax even further and enjoy what he's doing. We're both breathing heavily when I feel the end approaching. "Thomas, please. I want you with me."
His movements become faster and harder. "As close as I can, Zedd. I promise."
I let myself go, knowing that if he denies himself that something is probably very wrong. He continues to thrust into me until my release is over. "Thomas-"
His eyes are closed. "Almost. Hang on, Zedd," he pants. Half a dozen powerful strokes and he thrusts in deep, hands tightening on my hips and crying out as he reaches his own pleasurable end. He barely catches himself on shaky arms over me, his body apparently having had enough for the moment.
"You all right?"
"Mm hmm." The sated noise making me smile, I offer him a kiss before working on helping him settle into a more comfortable position. Gently, I pull him down to my chest and turn us both on our sides as I shift enough for him to slide out of me. Without letting him go completely, I reach blindly behind me for the towel. Finally finding it, I quickly clean us both up. He opens his eyes and smiles at me. Cheekily, he says, "So - was it good for you?" Smug brat.
I kiss him firmly. "Very. You?"
"You have no idea."
