"Make love to me properly,"
It sounded like a command, like a siren call. Bassena bowed his head, letting his hair down and covering his trembling eyes, the clenched of his jaw, the gritting of his teeth. He took a deep breath, trying to regulate his heartbeat and maintain his self-restraint.
Or so he tried.
"Bas--"
Bassena raised his head and claimed the calling lips, hard, harder than before, while reaching out to the nightstand drawer. When Zein gasped for air, the esper pulled away; back straightened, a foil packet between his teeth, and a flame blazing in his eyes.
Looking at the older man keenly--his guide, his light, his desire--Bassena took his shirt off with heat coiling through his nerves. The heat was perfectly captured by Zein, whose breath grew shallow and stomach twitched in bared excitement as the esper unzipped his pants and tore the foil wrap with his mouth.
