ZEDD

I'm more than reluctant to withdraw from my lover's body. I haven't had anyone like this in a good many years - a few centuries really - and deep down, I miss it. Not all the time, of course, but once in a while. That's something Annwyl wasn't completely lying about when he was baiting Thomas. I did and do enjoy it rough at times, receiving and giving. The only trouble is with Thomas' fears and past abuse not to mention his reluctance to let me have control under normal circumstances I'm rather doubtful I'll get many chances like this again. Not that it matters I suppose, as Thomas' comfort and consent in what we do takes a much higher priority. Looking at him lying under me and doing his best to recover, I can't help but smile. Yes, a much, much higher priority.

That is one thing that's definitely changed as I've gotten older I realize. Mating isn't just about getting relief as it once was - and especially not with Thomas. Still though, I shift slightly, getting a rather loud moan from him as his muscles clench briefly, causing me to suck in a breath. My name is little more than a breathy whisper. "Zedd."

Lightly, I stroke his back. "I'm here, love. Are you all right?" He's not blocking me, but still…

"I think so."

"You'll be sore for a while."

"I know. S'okay, was worth it." Really now? Maybe there is hope for another go around like this after all.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Zedd?"

"Hmm."

"Can we do that again? I mean, I know not now, but can we?" Not at all the request I was expecting once he'd come back to his senses, I am still no less elated by it. "Please?"

The plea makes me smile widely and I'm somewhat glad he can't currently see just how ecstatic I am as I give as calm of a response as my mouth will allow. "If you want to."

"God, yes." Nice. "Would like to lay down though now if you don't mind, leg is cramping a bit."

Still reluctant to lose him just yet, I wrap my arm around his waist and turn us as I lower myself to the bed, keeping us joined, a move I perfected a long time ago. "Better?"

"Much." He chuckles lightly, but nevertheless seems to be content with the new position. "Nice move, by the way."

"Thank you." I allow my lips to roam the back of his neck and shoulder, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against me. Gently, he strokes my arm that's still around his waist. He's nearly purring in contentment and it pleases me that I was able to give him what he needed. I shift just a little to reach the tender skin behind his ear and press a kiss there. He moans again as I shift inside him with the movement.

"Oh hell, Zedd."

Something about the pitch of his moan and gasp that accompanies his words catches my attention and I slide my hand down his body and cup him gently. Well I'll be damned, he's ready to go again, much to my surprise and delight. "Wow, you are insatiable lately."

He reddens slightly and I find it just as enticing as the first time. "Sorry."

"For what, love? Wanting more? That's nothing to be ashamed of, Thomas." I wrap my hand around him and stroke him slowly, keeping my grip fairly loose. I just need a few more minutes but in the meantime, I return to my original plan.

He turns his head as he reaches back and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling gently. We share a loving kiss as I continue to work on his body. Granted, my current position restricts what I can do for him, but he certainly seems to be enjoying it just the same. Besides there's always next time if I can continue to gain his trust and understanding that I won't do something he doesn't want to. Really this little set back today could have worked in my favor to a degree.

That thought in mind I up my efforts to bring myself back to where I need to be and get him to lose all focus on anything but where he is and what I'm doing.

It doesn't take long and by the time I've recovered enough, he's lost the ability for rational speech. It's almost amusing - but more endearing - that he's reduced to guttural moans, groans and grunts as he squirms against me not able to get much leverage himself with how we're lying. Slowly, I draw back before I slide back in, pleased when he pushes back against me. I keep moving - hips, hands and lips. By the power he is going to be sore as hell tomorrow there's no doubt about that. Still he'll hopefully feel it was worth it, and if his desperate moans mean anything I don't doubt that he will.

It doesn't take long for me to get him where he needs to be as he just doesn't have the focus to hold back it seems. I myself am once again close when he suddenly stiffens, gives a low moan and I can feel him pulsing in my hand. I let myself go as well. "Oh, Thomas."

After several minutes, when our heartbeats and breathing have returned to normal, Thomas twists his head around again and kisses me, lips lingering against mine. "That was incredible, Zedd. Thank you."

"No, Thomas. Thank you for trusting me and letting me."