This thing has been sitting in my drafts since November 2023. I wrote it one go and you can tell. Please take it; I don't like it.

Please enjoy your stay.

Any comments or critiques on this work are welcomed.

Tags: Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Fluff and Smut, Lust, Mildly Dubious Consent (dubious in the sense of not talking before getting to business), Mention of Orgasm Denial

He's never felt this way before.

Cole had just come back from a mission, thankfully unharmed, but that was the least of Zane's worries, oddly enough. He was already taking him back to their room, and Cole was looking at him with worry in his eyes.

"Zane, what's wrong?" he was asking. "Did something happen while I was gone?" His questions were irritating the normally focused Zane.

Instead of answering his questions, he rushed him into the room, closed the door, and quickly shoved him against as he attacked his lips. A surprised hum escaped the black ninja's throat, his hands flitting in the air, unsure what to do. But they eventually settled around the nindroid's neck as Zane showed no signs of stopping the battle of their lips.

The master of ice shoved his tongue into his partner's mouth, earning himself a moan. It was an intense fight of passion, Cole beginning to pant into Zane's mouth the longer they made out.

Suddenly, Zane pulled away, and then he was practically throwing him to the edge of the bed. He sat in the man's lap, an odd sense of power flowing through his veins as the other looked up at him in a daze, drool slipping down his chin. He curled forward, resting his face into Cole's shoulder, swallowing down any nerves.

Then he began grinding his hips hard on the other man's leg. It was awkward due to their height difference- himself being the taller of the two. It hurt his back. It startled the master or earth. But, fuck, it felt good. He moaned into his gi, unable to control himself. This was exactly what he needed.

"Don't move," he whispered breathily, the first words Cole had heard from him since coming back to the monastery. "Stay, just for a minute. Please."

He didn't wait for his response, gripping onto him tightly as he ground down with more vigor. One hand clenched the black ninja's long hair, and the other his shoulder. Zane felt sparks in his groin, butterflies in his stomach, and a pleasant fog in his brain. He wasn't going to last long.

Zane kept whispering the word please, the word gradually becoming higher pitched the harder he ground into him.

Cole was safe, sturdy, strong, protecting him as much he protected Cole. He was a breath of fresh air, the soothing scent of cookies on a brisk winter day, the unmoving rock on a forever changing mountain. Imagining a day without him would be imagining a day he died. If only he could tell him that, let him know just how much he needed him here with him.

He whimpered, unable to reach the edge. He trembled over the black ninja, continuing to try even as his hips began to fail him. He felt like he was drowning. Before he felt Cole grip his hips and help him move them, bringing him back down on his thigh. It was stronger than before, rougher, quicker.

Zane tossed his head back, back arching, sobbing out. All he could do was hug onto Cole as he fucked him with just his thigh. He felt him kissing at his throat, making him shudder despite himself.

"Is this what you needed, Frosty?" the master of earth mumbled into his ear. It was soft, yet gravelly, and it made Zane swallow once again, butterflies swarming in his stomach. "You had me worried for a minute… should've just told me what you needed."

The master of ice had tears in his eyes. "More, just a little more- please," he whispered more desperately.

"Hm… only because you've been asking so nicely…"

He knew Cole would never draw out something like this, not when they hadn't discussed that yet, but the thought of the black ninja making him wait for an orgasm only made Zane more hot. He suddenly couldn't stop himself.

"Cum-" He couldn't even form a thought, eyes rolling as he shook against his lover, a wet patch forming on the front of his pants as he tensed.

After a few moments, he fell lax against him, panting heavily as he held him close, tears dripping down his cheeks. He trembled a little against him, eyes glassy and head empty. They sat in silence for a minute before it seemed Zane was back with the living.

"Fuck, that was hot…"