Zen's POV

Jumin is tossing the used condom to the side and sliding a new one on before I've even answered. My heart rate hasn't had time to slow, and I see he has no intention of letting it.

"I need to get cleaned up," I mumble, indicating my still sticky torso.

"Leave it," Jumin says, swinging himself back up and between my legs again. "You look good covered in cum."

I blink, gaping, before I feel my face flush crimson. "J-Jumin! What the fu-uh-uck…." I trail off and he rubs himself against my hole. "Don't… talk like… that…"

"Say yes, Zen." His voice is a low rumble as he drips lube between us.

I grip the sheets in my fists and close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of him pushing and prodding firmly against that spot, the coolness of the lube a secondary sensation to the pulsing of my eager opening.

"Ye-"

Before I even finish the word, he shoves into me. I gasp at the sudden action, but I take him in, my body hungry for him. It's… undeniable. This feeling, this sensation of having Jumin inside of me… I love it.

My eyes flutter open, and I see him. Kneeling between my thighs. Skin dewy from sweat. Chest heaving. He pushes his black hair out of his eyes and looks down at me with a gorgeous smirk.

"I could spend eternity in this moment." He lifts my legs, pulling them to his chest. With a kiss to my ankle he adds, "Your body is heaven."

I look away, throwing my arm over my eyes. I hear him chuckle softly as he begins to thrust in and out of me. Slow for a few strokes, then faster, finding a steady pace. He rubs the sole of my foot and I groan, the gesture somehow sending a charge straight to my core.

"Mmm, yes," he murmurs, nipping at the pad of my big toe.

Another thrill buzzes through me and I exclaim. "Jumin, s-stop!"

"You don't like it?" he asks skeptically, hesitating in his thrusts.

"It's weird," I whine, peeking out from under my arm.

His eyes narrow as he cocks his head. "Your body is covered in nerves." He reaches out and runs his hand along my side, down my thigh, over my knee, and follows the path to my ankle, which is resting over his shoulder. "I intend to find every single one that causes you pleasure…"

He kisses my ankle again as he drags his nails down my thigh. I moan, lifting my hips into him. God, what is happening? Why does that feel so damn good?

"Is that… weird?" he asks, his teeth grazing my arch.

My hips writhe against him. Air keeps coming in and out of my lungs in shaky, whimpering breaths. He groans, and I peek through my lashes. His flushed expression, with mussed hair and wild eyes as they survey my form, is so wholly erotic. To think I get to see Jumin… robotic Jumin… making such a face.

"I… I like it, okay?" I mumble. "Every time you touch me… Everywhere you touch me…" I'm back to hiding my face behind my arm, because as much as I want to see his face, I'm so fucking embarassed I could die.

"Ha…" he pants out, somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.

He grips my hips and hoists me higher, the new position immediately angling him inside me. I gasp, arms flying down to grasp at the sheets as I feel that oddly wonderful surge spread from where he's pushing against. Jumin utters out a guttural noise, then heaves his hips forward, slamming into me.

"Ahh!" My mouth drops open as the sound pours out.

Again. Again. Over and over he's moving inside me, each stroke sending wave after wave of pleasure through my entire body. My vision goes fuzzy as my eyes flutter with tears. Wet slaps of our bodies colliding are timed with my uncontrolled moans, but the sounds feel distant as my senses are consumed by the feeling of each impact. Dominating and fulfilling. Powerful and consuming.

His hand digs into my thigh, repositioning my leg to open me wider. I take his moment's hesitation to catch my breath, but it is short lived. Smack. Smack. Smack. Deeper, he's hitting now, and his thrusts are coming faster, too. And I feel it wholly. From my lips to toes, I'm tingling. I'm barely aware of my hand reaching out to claw desperately at his arm, desperate to touch him, to reconnect myself to him in something other than burning intensity of lust.

And as soon as I feel him, his normally cool skin hot beneath my fingertips, the building pressure inside me becomes undeniable. The swell, the tightness, familiar yet somehow more. I try to contain it, but it's hopeless. And through my watery eyes I look at him, naked and flushed and thrusting while staring at me with such ferocity… and I fall from the peak, my orgasm washing over my body and consuming every cell. Cum sprays out of me, falling to my chest and even reaching up to my cheek.

I blink, hazy clarity slowly returning, and I see Jumin. He's panting, hugging my legs tight against his chest. My cock is pulsing, cum dripping from the tip, and I realize I just came without… without being touched there. Just from Jumin… inside of me.

"You got so tight I thought you were going to crush me," he murmurs out in a rush against my calf. His gaze turns, scanning me. A cocky smirk spreads his lips, and he reaches up to brush his hair from his eyes. "White is definitely your color."

My brows scrunch, not understanding his meaning.

"I want to paint your body more," he hums. "I want you covered in the evidence of your pleasure…"

My eyes widen. Is he… is he talking about…?! I self consciously reach to my face and wipe away the glob of cum that landed there.

Jumin suddenly leans forward, snatching my wrist. "That's mine." He levels me with a heady gaze and brings my hand to his mouth, licking the cum from between my fingers.

Hot. So fucking hot. I swallow hard, trying to remember to breathe. "You're a fucking pervert," I grumble under my breath.

He smiles, dark and playful. Dragging his tongue along the back of my hand and ending in a kiss, he replies, "And you love it, don't you, darling?"

He begins to move in and out of me again, and I writhe beneath him, hypersensitive to every movement. I feel his hands hook behind my knees and push, folding my legs to my sides. He leans into me, and I feel like I'm being split in two. Is it wrong to like this? My eyes clench shut as I whimper, his weight pressing into me and pinning me open. Is it wrong to want more? He grinds into me, and I let out a low cry, the sensations overwhelming me. I feel so damn greedy.

"Zen," Jumin whispers against my ear. His breath is heavy, but I feel the unmistakable softness of his lips pucker against my jaw. "Say it again… say that you're mine."

I tremble. Goosebumps rise on my arms. I open my eyes and look at him, hovering inches above me, dominating my body, my space, even the fucking air that I'm breathing. And yet his expression is tender… His eyes scream nothing but love.

"I'm yours," I whisper.

Fast and hard, he slams into me, making me cry out.

"Again," he murmurs.

"I'm yours," I repeat.

Slam.

"Again."

"I'm yours," I pant out.

Slam. He rolls his hips against me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, shaking at the sensations.

"Yours… I'm yours, Jumin," I mumble, unprompted this time.

His shoulders slack, then tense, his arms bracing for his movements. And I'm moaning, thrust after thrust hitting me hard and deep, the joy of the friction coming second to the complete tyranny of his body over mine. I feel consumed. I feel needed. I feel important.

"I'm yours," I cry out.

He continues to pound into me, my only indication that he heard me his breath hitching between heavy pants.

"I'm yours," I say again.

This time his speed increases. He feels wild, feral. I love it.

As I near another climax, I pull his head down, placing my mouth to his ear, and say it one more time. "Jumin… baby… I'm yours."

He groans, then I feel his teeth dig into my neck, his cock pounding into me with such ferocity it hurts. And yet it takes me over the edge, and I feel myself tighten around him, the swell of pressure raising through my core and exploding.

I throw my head back, my spine arching as a loud moan tears out of me. Jumin grunts, his grip around me tightening as he stills, deep within me.

Panting, the seconds tick by, and I smile. I relax into the bed, letting my heavy eyelids fall closed. A sense of satisfied exhaustion washes over me like a fog. I slide my hands through his sweaty hair and twirl a few locks around my finger.

Then, in a low, but confident whisper, I say, "And you're mine."

Jumin's POV

Heaven. Heaven is real and I have found it here on Earth.

I'm inside him. We are one. We came together and it was beautiful. He was beautiful. All pale skin, flushed pink. Silver hair splayed out. Muscles trembling beneath me. Fluttering, watery eyes overflowing with a look of intoxicated carnality. Shaky breaths and moans as he promised himself to me, over and over again.

He's mine. He's mine. He's truly and completely mine.

And I'm his. With his fingers twisted in my hair like a palliative enchantment, he claimed me, too.

No longer will I walk this life alone. No longer will I have to tuck away my sadness, my desolate feelings of imposed isolation that I thought would never find reprieve. We will be together forever.

Silence surrounds us save for our heaving breaths, but I love hearing it. Every sharp inhale. Every ragged exhale. The steady slowing pace of each respiration as his body calms. I want my home to be filled with the air that has been in his lungs. No, it's not just my home anymore. Our home.

My arms hold him snugly and I breathe in the scent of his sweat, of his release, and hold it in, committing every single thing about this moment to my memory. His heat. The feel of his body beneath me, both soft and sculpted. The taste of him in the air. The sheer profound pleasure of staying joined after we climaxed together. I would stop time if I could. I can't imagine a pinnacle higher than this instant. I can't imagine feeling more whole than I do right now, consumed by that internal hum of euphoria that only Zen brings.

"Babe? Are you asleep?" he asks softly.

Asleep? How could I sleep when I am currently living the best moment of my life?

"No," I murmur. "Just savoring the moment."

"If I don't get up soon…" he drones, voice low and heavy, "I think I'm going to fall asleep."

"Then sleep." I kiss his cheek, then his neck, his smooth skin still hot and flushed beneath my lips.

"I'm a mess," he whines. "I'm… sticky…"

I smirk. Nuzzling into his neck, I gently command, "Sleep."

"My… shot…" he mumbles through tired exhales.

"I'll take care of you. Sleep, Zen."

He says nothing else, and his chest eventually falls into a slow and steady rhythm under me. I don't want to move. I want to lay on top of him, inside him, for eternity. But I can't let this cum sit between us all night. I can't let him get woken by his allergies if I neglect his shot. I can't… neglect reality for a moment that has to end.

My thoughts flash to my dear Elizabeth the 3rd, who still needs her dinner. Who I have been deftly ignoring lately. I think of the press conference we must hold as soon as possible to address this scandal before things get blown out of proportion. Of the R.F.A. party that Assistant Kang suggested we hold again. Not to mention the many routine things at work that must be addressed, and now modified, as I add a new department for this charity.

But it will all be worth it - is all worth it. Because now I have Zen. I am no longer alone. Life is no longer black and white and gray… it's a rosy red, flushed and vibrant like his eyes. It's no longer hushed and dull, but thunderous and bold like his voice. It's no longer a deep and empty well, where I can not even reach the walls to climb. It's full. It's overflowing. It's blissful pressure on all sides and I can climb, I can swim, I can soar… into his arms.

A/N: I'll be out of town next week, so for those weekly readers, there will be a delay for the next chapter! Perhaps use this extra time to leave me some comments/reviews? _ I can only hope lol