Fandom: Heroes RPS
Pairing: ZQ/SR
Rating: R
"It's just a crush, Zach."
Sendhil repeats it over and over, his hot breathing caressing my ear. Buttons dig into my naked back, cold zipper scratches over the back of my thighs, and denim scrapes against the inside of my knees as he forces me to spread them wider.
The sun is shining in from the full-wall window on my left. I don't want to imagine how I must look, in this blinding light, under his body, skin exposed, sweating so much it drips off me, blending with the come and making the sheets stick to my chest.
He shoves in and stays there. His dick is probably the only thing on his body that's naked now. The thought makes me laugh at the back of my throat, a sound Sendhil picks up on though it only really sounds like a pathetic moan to my own ears.
His body lifts up, his mouth away from my ear, our only connection now the dick in my ass. I clutch to the pillow and bury my face in it, instantly missing his voice, the taunts.
This is the worst yet. Of course, I expected it to be: every time is worse than the last. It used to seem almost systematical; a gag, then blindfolds, then earplugs. Then being touched without the possibility to touch, or taste, or hear; begging him to let me please him, let me show him everything I could do, and being denied, large hands brushing mine aside. And now this, his skin pressed against me so intimately yet his touch so distant it seems unattainable.
I shiver and I think goosebumps rise on my arms and back, despite the sun. He moves again, a slow pull that makes me twitch against the sheets and leak from my cock, then a fast shove that misses the spot, but still makes me bite the pillow. My mind is fixed on the movement, the way the head of his erection stretches me just slightly more when he pulls out, the faint feeling of coarse hairs against my ass when he pushes in, the length, the only thing he gives me, this.
He doesn't ask and he doesn't warn when he comes. If I could, I would ask him to wait, ask him to stay until he's soft, but I know begging doesn't get me anywhere, not with him. He pulls out. My ass feels cold and sticky and I grimace, turning my head to watch Sendhil as he gets off the bed and cleans himself up with my tee-shirt.
"You don't want this, Zach."
He presses his lips to mine, zips up, and is gone. I push myself up, stumble into the bathroom, and contemplate how long I'll be able to go without calling him this time.