I beg to differ. [Zay can't lean down and start kissing them, with Nathan's grip on his hair, so instead, he reaches to smooth his hands down Nathan's thighs instead.] I'm rather fond of them.
Mmmm, lucky me. [And not lucky Nathan, because it means Zay gets to delay the blowjob that much longer.
But, left knee aside, Zay is still holding true to the bribe, and doesn't linger or drag it out.
... not until he gets towards the end, the uppermost of Nathan's inner thighs, where the skin is softer, more sensitive. There he starts to drag it out, moving slowly towards Nathan's balls...
... and when he reaches them, he doesn't just kiss, swirling his tongue in slow circles.]
[Nathan's breath grows rapid as Zay's mouth touches the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. The breaths turn to soft moans as Zay gets closer and closer, and the moans turn to a full-throated groan as Zay's tongue traces over his balls.
His legs sprawl obscenely open and his hands dart down to hold Zay's head there.]
[Zay fights back a laugh, and it escapes only as a huff.]
I'm not going anywhere now, love, don't worry. [He presses several more kisses to Nathan's balls, but then starts trailing up, to the base of his cock, where he pauses to suck teasingly before progressing with wet, sloppy kisses further up.]
[Zay's mind skips a beat, a needle in a record hitting a bump, in his surprise of Nathan's word choice. But he isn't willing to let it derail him, and, really, Nathan's stuttering is delightfully uncharacteristic, so Zay's response is to start snickering.]
No, I wouldn't do that to you. [A beat.] This time. It's not part of the game today.
[Nathan threatened him with it earlier; turnabout would only be fair play. But Zay is too eager himself to change the game. He licks up the leaking pre-come, suckles just at the base of the head of Nathan's cock... but doesn't take it into his mouth properly just yet.]
[Nathan would have responded (also not a complaint) but all thought tumbles out of his mind when Zay finally finally takes his cock into his mouth. Even if it's just the head, Nathan's back arches and he keens, his hands tightening in Zay's hair.
He feels like he could come in seconds if he let himself, but he holds himself back.]
[And this, this reaction right here, is the reason why he doesn't consider it a true punishment if Nathan made him wait. Knowing how good the payoff will feel --
Nathan's grip in his hair is so good, so good, and Zay doesn't hold back now -- doesn't want to. He starts sliding down, taking in more and more of him, immediately coming back up once he reaches the bottom.]
[Zay squeezes Nathan's thigh in reassurance; he's ready, whenever Nathan can't hold it back any more. He picks up the pace, bobbing quicker and quicker, wanting to make it as good as possible for him.]
[Nathan's hips start to twitch in tiny thrusts in time with Zay's motions. A few seconds later, his hands squeeze into tight fists in Zay's hair and his head tilts back as he comes in hard, long pulses. He groans loudly at what feels like one of the best (and most long-anticipated) orgasms in his life.]
[Nathan's every reaction is electrifying, so satisfying, and Zay feels a deep thrill as Nathan finally comes. He did this to him. He gave this to him. Screw the lab, this feels like his best achievement.]
Oh, have I? [Zay doesn't think he has. In fact, he's certain he covered Nathan's jaw very thoroughly. But he can take a hint (sometimes), and it'll allow him to lean up against Nathan, so he plays innocent for the moment.
He moves up, covering Nathan's body with his again, and presses a long, adoring kiss to where Nathan pointed.]
[Once Zay is close enough, Nathan reaches between them to feel Zay's cock. He wants to know if Zay was hard through all that or if he softened while he was focused on Nathan's pleasure.]
[Zay is hard, rock hard, and even just this exploratory feel makes his hips jerk and to draw a stuttering moan out of him. He wasn't expecting that. Fuck, he's managed to keep himself focused on Nathan this entire time, managed to keep the throb of his own cock in the background, but just this alone -- His focus scatters away entirely. He presses his face against Nathan's throat with a soft whine.] Fuck, Nate...
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They're all yours.
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But, left knee aside, Zay is still holding true to the bribe, and doesn't linger or drag it out.
... not until he gets towards the end, the uppermost of Nathan's inner thighs, where the skin is softer, more sensitive. There he starts to drag it out, moving slowly towards Nathan's balls...
... and when he reaches them, he doesn't just kiss, swirling his tongue in slow circles.]
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His legs sprawl obscenely open and his hands dart down to hold Zay's head there.]
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I'm not going anywhere now, love, don't worry. [He presses several more kisses to Nathan's balls, but then starts trailing up, to the base of his cock, where he pauses to suck teasingly before progressing with wet, sloppy kisses further up.]
Enclave soldier vocabulary emerges
[He whimpers. A bead of pre-come rolls down his tip.]
If you left me now, I'd hunt you down. Hell hath no fury like a...
[He was going to adjust the quote, but words are more difficult than he'd anticipated.]
...uh...like a...like a fag denied a promised blowjob.
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No, I wouldn't do that to you. [A beat.] This time. It's not part of the game today.
[Nathan threatened him with it earlier; turnabout would only be fair play. But Zay is too eager himself to change the game. He licks up the leaking pre-come, suckles just at the base of the head of Nathan's cock... but doesn't take it into his mouth properly just yet.]
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[He'll care later, but at this moment hypothetical future denial is less important than imminent satisfaction.
Soon. The anticipation is unbearable, but also amazing. His heart is pounding and he's feeling increasingly breathless.]
This is...like...fucking Zeno's paradox.
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You don't sound as though you're complaining, [he points out once he's curbed it.
... and then decides now is the best time to suddenly take the head entirely into his mouth, tongue swirling.]
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He feels like he could come in seconds if he let himself, but he holds himself back.]
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Nathan's grip in his hair is so good, so good, and Zay doesn't hold back now -- doesn't want to. He starts sliding down, taking in more and more of him, immediately coming back up once he reaches the bottom.]
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[Right now anything would feel good, but he's still fairly sure that Zay is especially good.]
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I'm...I can't...oh god...
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I think you missed a spot.
[He tilts his head and points to place on his jaw near his chin. Really, he just wants Zay to come closer.]
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He moves up, covering Nathan's body with his again, and presses a long, adoring kiss to where Nathan pointed.]
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It feels like I wasn't the only one being tormented by your dawdling.
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I was... I wanted... to focus... on you... oh, god...
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