Jumin's POV

Zen likes me. Zen kissed me. Zen wants to experience everything… with… with me.

God… what is this feeling? This internal hum of joy and fullness is so overwhelming that I feel as if the world could crumble around me and I wouldn't notice. A part of me wishes to freeze time and live in this moment forever, but then we would never get to experience more. And I want more. To give him more. To take more from him.

"-min? Jumin? Babe?"

Zen waves his hand in front of my face with a soft laugh as my eyes come back into focus. He's so close to me. I can smell him. I can still taste him on my tongue. His mouth. And his cum. …Did he taste himself when he kissed me? Is that okay? …I would still kiss him if he did the same for me. Oh… the faces he made while I pleasured him. What kind of a face would he make if I did more?

"Jumin!" My eyes come back into focus again, this time meeting Zen's concerned gaze. "Are you okay?"

I hesitate, struggling to think of anything but touching every part of him with every part of me. "I'm having trouble focusing," I admit.

"It's probably because all of your blood is down here," he laughs, pointing to the swell in my briefs.

"Mmm, yes." I let out a low growl and shift so I'm on my side. "I want to keep going…" I try not to touch him again, but I can't help but let my fingers reach up and twist among the strands of his long silver hair falling over his shoulder.

His breath hitches as his body tenses. "Ah… well, me too, but…"

"But?" I question, leaning in so my breath falls against his collarbone.

From my close position, I easily note his Adam's apple bob through a large swallow. His throat looks delicious…

"Don't get me wrong," he begins, his voice shaky, "I'm a man, too, you know. I want to… do more…"

"More?" I tug gently at his baggy shirt, careful not to make contact with his skin.

"Haa, Jumin," he heaves out in breathy annoyance. "Don't you think we should wait?"

My hand tightens around his shirt, pulling us closer. I stop my lips less than an inch from the base of his neck and breathe him in. His intoxicating scent - like honey, and rose, and sweat, and something that is distinctly Zen - starts to overpower my reasoning. I barely manage to whisper out a husky response. "I've already been waiting a lifetime for you…"

"Fuck," he pants out.

I watch as his body begins to tremble from his ragged breathing. The need to touch him, to be inside him, overwhelming me. The throb between my legs rages, even painful in its fullness. After spending all night researching… visualizing and fantasizing about him… tasting his cum as he moaned beneath my mouth…

"Zen," I growl out, letting my eyes fall closed, "can I keep touching you? Can I… inside you…"

"Mnh," he groans softly, and I feel myself pulse in response to the sound. "No," he says breathlessly, and my lips part as my heart drops into my stomach. "Not inside. Not yet," he adds.

I feel his hands on my chest, pushing me back. Disappointment and frustration swallow me. It feels like such an effort to open my eyes, but I want to see his face. I need to see how mad his eyes look at me for asking.

But as my weary gaze searches his, I don't find anger. His features are soft, and his eyes move between mine nervously. I watch as his teeth comb gently over one side of his lower lip, and the sight quickly renews my anticipation.

"I've never done anything with a man, and I certainly didn't prepare," he laughs as he draws out the word, "like you did. But…" he trails off, biting that lip again with infuriating sensuality, "don't worry, Jumin. I'll try to take good care of you. I'll try to…" he slides closer, pressing his body flush against mine and rubbing his hand tenderly up and down my chest, "make you feel good."

I hear a weird sound, like a growl mixed with a whimper, and it takes me a moment to realize that it was me. The pleasure of feeling him… of his hand simply stroking across my bare skin… of loving contact. My teeth and eyes clench shut as I focus on his heat, his presence.

"Can I at least… touch you?" I grit out the question.

He chuckles softly and then I feel his lips just below my ear. The gentle press alone sends a tremor straight through my body to deep below, but a heartbeat later I feel his touch somewhere lower, his fingers skimming lightly up my thigh. My whole body goes rigid, my breath stalling in my lungs. And then when he speaks, his hot breath falling on my ear in a whisper… "Yes, babe. Touch me."

I launch forward, my arms wrapping around him and drawing him against me with savage ferocity. To my surprise, Zen matches my fervor. We come together in a tangle of limbs which results in his leg hooked over my hip. His mouth collides with mine, and I open to him, letting our tongues immediately meet in a gratifying battle. Wet and hot and wild. I can taste him. I can feel his tongue as if it were within, caressing and teasing every part of me.

His leg pulls tight against my waist, forcing my begging swell hard against him, and it feels as if the wind has been knocked from my lungs. But he doesn't stop. He grinds himself against me, moaning into my mouth as his bare erection rubs against my contained one. It sends a torturous wave of carnal desire through me.

More. More. More.

I claw at his shirt, wishing I could tear it away. I feel him laugh against my lips, then his hands shift and grab the hem of his shirt. Yes, off. I grab the bottom and help him pull it up over his head. He tosses it away somewhere and my hands move with great satisfaction to the bare flesh of his back. I am careful to keep my fingers that were inside him not long before off of his skin, and just revel in the knowledge that he is naked against me. Our bodies press together, and the skinship is blissful.

Kisses, sensuous but simple, greet my neck. Each press of his lips draws pleasure from deep below. I can't help but roll my hips against him. When I do, his fingers hook against my pelvis, tugging at my underwear.

I wince as the band drags over my member. But once my boxer briefs are down around my knees, I let out a slow sigh at my reprieve.

My mind seems to stall, unsure of what to do next. I so desperately want to pin him down and slide myself inside the tight heat of his body. But he said not yet. And I-

I feel his hand wrap around my length, a new kind of pleasure over-taking me. Stroking me steadily up and down with his soft, soft palm, I can't contain the low, shaky moan that stretches out of my gaping jaw. How… how can his hand feel so different from my own…?

My eyes flutter to find Zen's face, and when our eyes meet, there is such gentle passion in his expression, it makes my chest hum. The sweet flush to his cheeks. The swollen sensuality of his parted lips. The quiet vulnerability in his eyes, as if he's checking in for my approval. And the longer I stare, the more insecurity I see shrouded in those exotic eyes.

I slide my hand up his back with assertive force until it grips possessively at the back of his neck. "You're perfect."

His eyes widen, his hand freezing its movements. His eyes dart away nervously, his face turning a brighter shade of scarlet.

"Zen," I say, tightening my grip at his nape, "look at me." I wait until he flicks his red eyes back to meet mine, then I slowly pump my hips, moving myself inside his gentle grip. Both of our chests heave with expansive breaths, and as I hold his gaze, I repeat, "You're perfect."

His lower lip trembles before his mouth presses together into a shaky line.

"You. Are. Perfect." Each word comes out as a moaning whimper, timed with a thrust against his hold on me.

But then a new sensation, a new feeling of heat and friction touches me, and I look down. Zen's erection is pressed against mine, his long fingers struggling to wrap around the both of us. And the sight of us together like this… I let out a heaving moan as I throw my head back, lewd satisfaction building a turbulent throb that threatens to overtake me. His hand runs over the tip, and then I feel a small bit of lubrication to the movements. His hand leaves me, but he whimpers, and then more lubrication coats me. Did he just… his precum… on me? I look down again at where we are entwined, and see Zen's hand moving over our lengths in unison, around the heads, over the tips, spreading the fluid down over me as he thrusts steadily.

My hand slides higher slightly to fist in his hair. His mouth falls open, like it's begging to be filled. I growl as I thrust forward harder, wishing I could fill it right now.

"Ooah, Zen," I moan. My eyes flutter, head swirling. I bring my thumb to his lower lip, stroking the plump border of his mouth with dizzying need. "What about here? Will you take me inside your lovely mouth?"

He moans, his jaw sliding further open in response to my words. I watch his tongue move hungrily forward, licking at my thumb, and my vision starts to go black at the edges. I may cum just from the image of his lewd expression.

He strokes our joined lengths a few more times, then whimpers, his eyes looking pitiful, and pulls away from me. "Fuck. Jumin, lay back," he says, his tone a firm order.

I immediately comply, though I can't help but worry at that look in his eyes. As the cold air takes his place, I promptly prop up to my elbows, reaching for his return. "Don't feel like you have to," I murmur.

He hovers over me, his hair falling over his shoulder and tickling my thighs. "I know," he says, a look of desperation across his face. "I want to, babe. I want… Damn it." He shakes his head and bites his lip, flushing all the way up to his ears. "Look, don't worry, okay? Just relax and let me do this."

He licks his lips and takes me in his hand again. Stroke by stroke, I feel that push and pull of building pressure, and I lay back, letting my head hit the pillow. I stare at the ceiling, fearing my gawking could be making him nervous.

But then the world seems to shift, my sense of reality faltering as a hot slickness parts over my erection and takes me in. My fists grip the sheets and I forget to breathe. Up, and then back down, the tight, wet hollow of Zen's mouth moves around me like nothing I have ever felt before.

Oh, God… Already… I'm going to… I grit my teeth, shaking and hardly breathing, trying to clench and contain the building tension inside me. Not yet… Hold it in, Jumin… Restraint. Discipline. CONTROL.

I have lived my whole life in a state of guarded composure. Taking any emotions that begin to bloom and balling them up into a tight knot. My need for contact and connection smothered by duty and performance. And yet here I am, here I have been for days, completely and unconditionally coming undone for this man. He makes me feel wild. He makes me feel weak.

Zen swirls his tongue around the head and over the tip, lapping me up. And it's so warm. So smooth and wet and wonderful as it sends thrills of carnal exhilaration through me, driving me to the point of no return in a matter of seconds.

"F-f-fuck," I curse through spasms, my climax edging over the peak even as I try with all my might to pull it back and let this taste of heaven last just a little bit longer. "Zen, it's too g-good-"

He plunges downwards, taking me in. More of me. All of me. ALL of me.

I groan loudly, the pressure inside me exploding in a wave of pleasure that rips through any shred of control I thought I had. My hands fly to his hair as my hips push somehow deeper into his mouth, claiming every possible bit of it. Pulse after pulse of cum pours out of me and straight down his throat.

As my haze from orgasm fades, I blink, my eyes coming back into focus and my mind seeming to clear. I immediately prop up, seeing Zen's face still buried against me. His red eyes are watering, making me wonder if he's okay.

"Zen… "

I guide his head up, and he slowly pulls up and off of me. I watch as thick saliva stretches from my member to his lips as we come apart. His chest rises and falls with panting breaths. My eyes rake up and down his form, drinking in his nude beauty. His seductive swell and flush.

"You… took me all in."

"Yeah," he mumbles, eyes shifting as he gives a coy smile. "I guess I don't have a gag reflex."

I swallow hard, then smirk. "Lucky me."

I sit up and open my arms to him, inviting him to come to my lap. To my surprise, he moves forward with no complaints, sitting atop my thighs and draping his arms over my shoulders. I reach up and wipe the dampness from the corner of his right eye.

"Are you alright? Did I ask too much of you today?"

"I'm good," he smiles. Then that shy shift to his gaze returns, and he asks, "Did I… do well?"

"I'm surprised you have to ask." I slide my thumb down his cheek and over his lips. "I'm not proud of the way I fell apart under you…"

His mouth loosens under my touch, and he whispers, "I liked it."

I scoff out a laugh. "Oh, did you?" I ask with a teasing smile, leaning in to kiss him.

I think this is the best day of my life. Have I ever been so happy? Have I ever smiled this much? I pull him flush against me, feeling his erection push firmly against my stomach.

"Babe?"

I slide my hand down to his waist, teasing at the crease of his upper thigh. "Mmmhmm?"

He lets out a breathy gasp. "Jumin, stop."

"But you're hard," I murmur into his neck. "Let me make you feel good again."

He laughs softly. "By that logic, we'll keep taking turns all day and never stop."

"Mmm," I hum, nipping at his skin. "I think you just described heaven on Earth…"

"Fuck, Jumin," he says in a husky, halfhearted protest. "We have to get up. In any case, I can't keep going with Elizabeth staring at me like that."

"MEOOWWW."

I whip my head around to the howl of anger coming from the kitchen. There, Elizabeth the 3rd sits by her cabinet of food, swishing her tail with wild ferocity.

"Ah, Elizabeth. Your breakfast, I completely forgot."

Guilt prickles under my skin as icy reality comes crashing down. Work. Food. Bathing. And of course, my dear, sweet, innocent Elizabeth the 3rd. It would be unethical for me to keep Zen in this bed with me forever.

Why can't we go away to some place, just the two of us, and live with no responsibilities?

A hand through my hair pulls my attention back to Zen. "Yeah, we got a little distracted this morning didn't we?" He gives me an easy smile, as if there is no tragedy at leaving this moment's bubble. …I'm tempted to believe that smile. "How about this?" he continues. "While you take care of Elly, I'll get cleaned up, and then while you have a turn in the bathroom, I'll make us some breakfast. Sound good?"

"Elizabeth the 3rd. But yes. It sounds very good."

"Good," he beams.

When he hops up to head to the bathroom, I try to catch his wrist. But he slips through and keeps walking, his hair swinging against his naked back.

"MEOOWWWWWWWW!"

"Yes, I'm coming, Elizabeth," I say, pulling up my briefs and hurrying over to her in the kitchen.

Washing my hands well first, I then quickly prepare her breakfast. I open a fresh can of her favorite flavor of food, warm it on the stovetop for exactly 8.25 seconds at medium heat, and then serve it in a small crystal bowl for her.

"I'm sorry. It was inexcusable for me to forget your breakfast." I stroke her fur, even as she eats and continues to angrily swish her tail. I hear the shower kick on and I quietly add, "But thank you for waiting until we were done. I'll be sure to get you some of that sturgeon caviar as a thank you."

Her blue eyes meet mine for a moment and her tail stills.

"So easily appeased," I smile.

I give her a final scritch to the head, then leave her to eat in peace. I grab my phone and laptop and move to the table, grimacing at the number of emails and messages that already sit in my inbox. There is a text from my father, too.

Father: I think I found someone you will be happy with. You are to meet her at Alla Prima at 7pm tomorrow.