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Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.

Zee was back in no time, flipping him onto his stomach, yanking at him so he was draped over Zee’s lap.

What a fucking position—ass on display for him, completely nude while Zee hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing.

“You look so fucking good,” Zee murmured. It made Ishir bury his face in his arms, trying to hide away from how the praise made him feel—so desired it made him want to crawl out of his skin and into Zee’s.

The sound of the lube uncapping was familiar. The feel of Zee’s thick fingers playing with his hole less so, but just as welcome.

“Remember when I told you to fuck yourself with this after one of your goals?” Zee asked lowly.

What a dumb question. “Yeah.”

“I stood outside your bedroom door and listened to every single noise you were making.”

Ishir gaped, twisting so he could stare at Zee with wide eyes. Zee didn’t meet his gaze, focused on his fingers filling Ishir’s hole.

“What?”

“Could smell you like you were right next to me.”

Ishir leaned on his elbows, rubbing his forehead on the couch. “Jesus Christ, Zee.”

“Are you upset? It was fucked up that I did that.”

Itwasfucked up. An invasion of privacy. “No,” Ishir whispered. “I’m not upset.”

“Not even if I told you I jerked off right there and came on your door?”

Ishir laughed, mind reeling. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’ve been asking myself that for a while,” Zee admitted.

Ishir didn’t even know what to think—couldn’tthink, not with the way Zee was hitting his prostate like it was his goddamn job.

It was probably fucked up that Ishir was pleased with Zee’s revelation instead of disgusted.

Whatever was wrong with Zee was wrong with him, too.

Ishir gasped and twitched as he was suddenly left empty, but a moan was ripped out of him as the toy rubbed his hole.

Ishir braced himself, hearing Zee mutter a ‘Fuck’ as the head of the vibrator popped in. Zee went slow and steady, filling him an inch, retreating, going a little bit further the next time.

It was maddening, but Ishir bowed his head and took it.

It was only when Zee bottomed out that he turned the vibration on. Ishir startled, jumping, his spine lighting up.

“Oh. Oh my God,” Ishir babbled as Zee moved—in and out, in and out, so sedately he must be doing it on purpose. “Zee, please.”

Zee bumped the vibration one, two settings. Ishir clenched his teeth, but his mouth dropped open a second later as Zee shifted so that he was rubbing Ishir’s prostate perfectly.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ishir groaned, thrusting back, trying to get more, to push Zee to go faster.

Zee slapped him on the ass hard, making Ishir yelp desperately. “Don’t fucking do that.”

“I can’t…I can’t…”

“You can. Stay still. You don’t want to come, do you?”

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