ZEDD
Thomas is curled up into my side, both of us recovering. I'm still in slight disbelief at my own self-control. After all, knowing that he's ready and that his body has altered to make it easier - that's enough to test any man's control and all my ego filled remarks aside, I am still technically just a man. One that I remind myself has been very, very patient up to this point. Very patient. Any more patient and I swear I would deserve a medal of honor for my current moral high ground. That aside though- "I'm hungry, are you hungry?"
"Food really isn't what's on my mind right now, but if you want to eat we can."
"I can wait if you want to." And isn't that the story of my recent life. Still though, he is indeed worth the wait if finally claiming him will be even half as amazing as everything else has been so far. Running my hand over his back absently, I decide food can wait a bit longer as I am rather enjoying just laying here with him and waiting for the moment. About to tell him as much I'm startled out of my thoughts when Thomas suddenly groans and then curses.
Stilling my hand, I look at him in worry. "Thomas? What's wrong love? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No." The single word comes out as a groan and I can't help but look at him in even more concern, question in my eyes. I can see the frustration in his. "What the hell have the powers done to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've just spent the last I don't know how long being loved out of my mind and I want you again already!" A quick glance down his body shows the truth of his words.
Relieved that's all that's wrong and that he's not having another headache or further pain due to his changes I shake my head. "Hormones, love. That's all. You can take me again if you need to. Believe me, I won't mind in the least."
"I think I'm going to have to if you really do want to eventually get up and go eat. One more time and I should be good for at least a bit."
Two hours and several orgasms each later and we're no closer to a solution than we were before. We're both exhausted - him more than me - and I'm almost to the point of calling Pina, in spite of the embarrassment it'll surely cause my mate. This should have satisfied his need by now… Suddenly a random thought crosses my mind and I turn to him. "Thomas?"
Arm laying over his eyes as he remains sprawled out across the bed, he really does look the definition of defeated. "What?" he answers miserably.
"What is it that you want? Besides for this to be over for the moment."
"I don't know."
"Listen to what your body is telling you. It knows what it needs - what it wants."
He considers this for a minute and then his face reddens. "I don't know. All I can think about is you taking me - which you haven't even done yet."
"That's what it wants then," I answer calmly, even though I'm suddenly in a state of nerves. "Now, we have two choices. One, we can try that if you think you're ready for it. Two, your need will subside eventually so we could just wait it out."
"Oh, yeah? And how long will that take? I can't walk around like this all the time," he says, waving a hand at his body. "Or worse - in wet pants all the time." The look on his face tells me that he didn't mean to say that. "Damn it."
I can't help but ask in confusion, "Wet pants, Thomas? Why would your pants be wet?" I feel like I have greatly missed something here, but I honestly have no clue what, feeling that this is one of those times that whatever is going on in his head is something that I will have no way of guessing on my own.
His face reddens further and he closes his eyes as he answers. "Odds are, in this state, I'd stay aroused due to the friction of the cloth on me. Even if I'm not constantly orgasming, the arousal would - keep me, um, ready, right?"
"Ready? What do you mean ready? As in aroused like you said?" Again I think I'm missing his point here, but he's not exactly helping me by being so vague.
"No, like, ready." At my lost look and shrug, he heaves a heavy sigh. "Like you and Goldar would be ready." Dar? What in the hell does Dar have to do with this?
"Thomas, I think you need to be a bit more specific and quickly as I don't like Dar being mentioned when we're discussing our mating."
Closing his eyes and still quite clearly embarrassed he suddenly curses in - much to my surprise - Eltarian. Assuming he's heard the word enough from us to grasp its meaning, I am about to ask him about it when he continues quietly. "I mean ready to be taken. You know, the whole self-lubricating thing? I'd be constantly wet."
Suddenly, I'm understanding what he means and I can't help it - I start to laugh. Even though I can feel his hurt through the bond, I can't stop for a minute as sometimes what goes on in his head is just too much for me to take.
"It's not funny." Looking upset and very close to pouting, he throws a pillow at me in annoyance. "It's bad enough I went through puberty once as a kid. Now I have to do it all over again and with a whole new set of problems."
It takes me a good moment as his last statement only adds to my inability to stop laughing but I do eventually, finally, pull myself together. "I'm so sorry, Thomas, I really am. I'm not laughing at you I swear." At his aggressive look I amend my statement slightly. "Okay I'm laughing at the notion that you have somehow gotten into your head but not actually at you love, I give you my word."
"It's still not funny."
"Thomas" Moving to pull him into my arms, I shake my head as he pulls away still clearly annoyed. "Love, I'm sorry it's just…did Goldar tell you this?"
"No."
"Pina?"
"No, she said I had the same glands or something you and Dar do now, so we could do that, without anything extra, but that was kind of it."
"She should have explained things better to you. In fairness though so should I have after I even found out you were becoming more like us, but I'd forgotten that you didn't know. It's not like a female, and even if it was I've yet to see Pina walking around aroused enough for it to show through the fabric of her pants or dresses." Trying again to pull him to me, I at least succeed this time even if he still doesn't look too pleased. "Come on, let's have a biology lesson." I keep my laughter under control and explain the details to him, relieved when he seems to lose some of his aggravation at my earlier slip up. "And again, I'm very sorry I laughed at you."
There is a ghost of a smile on his face as well. "Well, I guess I can see where you thought it was funny since you knew all of that already."
"So, odds are the need will subside soon, until it does you don't have to be embarrassed about soaking any of the upholstery." Smirking as this earns me a punch to the arm. "So, would you rather wait it out or-?"
He studies me for a long minute. "You seem a little, I don't know, nervous, Zedd. Shouldn't it be me that's on edge here, not you?"
"If you recall, Thomas, I mentioned that I wanted to make sure that it didn't go badly for either one of us. So while this is a big deal to you being your first time, it's also a good bit of pressure on me to make certain I make it an amazing first time for you."
"Zedd, it doesn't have to be amazing. You don't have to make yourself crazy trying to make this perfect. It is what it is and I know that you'll certainly make it good for me, Zedd. Well, if I can do it, but I really don't think it'll be a problem." He leans over and kisses me. "I want you to take me, Zedd. Please."
I take a deep breath. Slowly, Zeddic. "Then lie back, Thomas and let me love you."
He gives me a parting kiss before doing as I've asked. "Shouldn't I be, I don't know, on my stomach or hands and knees or something?"
Raising a brow at this, I shake my head. "You can if you truly want to I suppose, but I'd really like to see you this first time." Also I think there will be less of a chance that he may have some sudden flashback or panic attack if he can actually see me as well.
"It's not so much I want to, I just thought…I don't know I always heard it was supposed to be easier or something like that."
"I suppose it'd be less maneuvering for me, but considering you're already a bit sore from earlier this way will be easier for you I think as you won't have to hold yourself up. Also as I said, I'd really like to see your face this first time."
"You're afraid I'll freak out." To quote Dar, damn insightful brat.
"I'd still like to look at you." Stroking his hair back soothingly, I can't help the next thought that comes unchecked out of my mouth. "Even if you're going to need a haircut soon."
Looking surprised but suddenly less nervous, he scowls slightly at me. "Really?"
"What? It's true." Unable to help the slight laugh at his look of indignity now, I give a shrug before I lean over him, kissing him lightly before I move to his neck, since he seems to like that. My hands wander over him, getting him lost in sensation and thankfully distracting him further from conversation. Slowly, I work my way down until I can touch him. As I have before, I touch him gently for a minute and then gradually slide a finger inside. He moans loudly and I can feel that he's ready, so I move on to two. I do what I can to prepare him for me and he's enjoying it greatly, if his inarticulate sounds are any indication.
"Please, Zedd no more teasing."
"Not teasing love, don't want to hurt you."
Moaning in want and slight frustration it seems, he really wasn't kidding when he said his hormones were becoming out of his control. I know I tend to get lost in the heat of the moment at times, but we did just have a good marathon of mating and despite that, or perhaps because of it, he seems to be all the more close to begging me to simply - to use the human slang - fuck him into exhaustion. "Please, need you now."
Hoping that whatever discomfort he may still feel won't be enough to pull him from the mindset he's in, I cave to his pleas and give up on preparing him any further. I move into position, keeping all my attention focused on him. If there's the slightest bit of discomfort, hesitation or fear, I don't want to miss it. I make sure that I have myself firmly in control before lining up with him. I press forward slowly, my own breath coming harshly at the restraint I'm using.
Fingers clenching the bedcovers suddenly and expression seeming torn between pain and pleasure as I finally breach him, I again find myself surprised as he lets out a curse in my native language. We really need to stop swearing around him. If he's going to pick up any words in Eltarian, those two words I've heard him use today are not really the best to start with, or end with, or really use at all in polite company.
Forcing myself to give him a minute to adjust, I dare to ask as I notice his breathing becoming harsher. "Thomas?"
"More, please, more Zedd."
"Maybe you should take a moment more to-"
"No, no more waiting." Noting my hesitation to push forward, he seems to gain a bit of focus even as he tries to shift himself to get me further in. "Please Zedd. Hurts, but it's a good hurt. Can't explain it, just know I need more."
"All right, love. Lay back." It seems to take forever, and oh god he's so tight, but I'm finally all the way in. I hold still, letting him get used to me being so deep in him. My hand trembles as I stroke him for a little while trying to help take his mind off of any remaining discomfort.
I feel him relax around me and I slowly draw back before I return to his depths just as slowly. After three or four repetitions, he groans out, "Oh god, Zedd, don't stop. More please." I move just slightly faster and harder, gaining me a very loud moan. Gradually, I increase the pace. I change my position slightly and suddenly he cries, "Fuck, Zedd, yes! Oh hell. Harder. Faster."
I comply with his request/demand and in a moment his fists are clenched in the sheets once more even as his head thrashes from side to side in pleasure. Another small shift and I hit that spot deep in him that's the same as mine and feel my own satisfaction mount when he screams as he erupts all over his chest and stomach. Seeing his pleasure combined with the tightening of his muscles on me triggers my own release, which is surprisingly intense in spite of how often we've gotten release tonight.
I'm struggling to catch my breath when Thomas reaches up and pulls me down into a tender kiss. His voice is hoarse when he speaks. "Zedd?"
"Yes?"
"Amazing." I'm unbelievably relieved that I'd succeeded in making his first time all it could be.
I kiss him softly in return. "I'm glad. It was for me, too. Rest for a while, love. We'll get something to eat later." I ease out of him, making him moan, voice still hoarse - probably from all the screaming and yelling he's done tonight. I lie next to him, quickly cleaning him up before I pull him close. In another minute, he's relaxed and asleep and finally satisfied. I'm satisfied too - and it runs soul deep.
