"Found it?"
"Don't be smug."
"I'm not smug. I'm observant."
"You're -oh God- you're insufferable -"
Zain planted his feet on the mattress. Thrust up. Hard.
Seth's smugness evaporated. His rhythm broke. His hands scrambled for purchase on Zain's chest and his head fell back and the sound he made was loud enough that somewhere inthe safehouse, Jack was absolutely hearing this and absolutely adding it to his arsenal of future commentary.
"You were saying?" Zain said, and thrust again.
"I -fuck- I was saying - I can't remember -Zain-"
Zain sat up. Wrapped his arms around Seth's waist. Changed the angle from below to face-to-face, Seth in his lap, chests pressed together, mouths inches apart. Intimate and filthy at once. Seth's arms went around his neck and his forehead dropped against Zain's and they moved together, rocking, grinding, finding the rhythm that belonged to them alone.
"This is what you wanted," Zain murmured. His hand slid up Seth's spine. Into his hair. Gripped. Seth whimpered. "Not the argument. Not the op. This."
"This," Seth agreed. Breathless. "Always this."
"My brat."
"My control freak."
"My person."
Seth kissed him. Sloppy, desperate, too far gone for finesse, and Zain swallowed every sound he made and gave them back as low groans that vibrated between their chests.
Zain wrapped his hand around Seth's cock. Seth gasped into his mouth.
"Come for me," Zain said. The same words as every time. Their ritual. Their shorthand forI've got you, let go, I'll be here when you land.
"With you," Seth said. "Together."
"Together."
Zain stroked him fast, tight, his hips driving up to meet Seth's, and the rhythm went ragged, went desperate, went beyond coordination into pure instinct, two bodies chasing the same edge.
Seth went first. He came with his face pressed against Zain's neck and Zain's name breaking apart in his mouth, hiswhole body clenching, shaking, his arms locked around Zain's shoulders like the world was trying to pull him away and he refused to go.
Zain followed. Seth's body tightened around him and the sight of Seth's face, wrecked and open and incandescent with pleasure, pushed him over. He came buried inside the man he loved with his hands in his hair and his mouth against his temple and the wordstaybeating behind his teeth like a second heartbeat.
They collapsed sideways. Tangled. Breathing hard. Seth's leg thrown over Zain's hip, Zain's arm pinned under Seth's shoulder at an angle that would hurt later and that he had zero intention of moving.
"We need to shower," Seth said after a minute.
"Later."
"We need to change these sheets."
"Later."
"Jack is going to make a comment at breakfast."
"Jack makes comments at every breakfast. It's his love language."
Seth snorted. Pressed his face into Zain's chest. His body was loose, warm, sated, the sharp edges softened into something that only Zain got to see.
