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Zero slid his fingers into Jack’s hair and tugged his head back. Jack’s eyes met his and while he was panting, he managed to get out, “Not your fault.”
“I know,” Jack said and moved back up Zero’s body to press his lips to the corner of Zero’s mouth. “You keep telling me.”
“And I won’t stop,” he vowed.
Jack
Zero was looking up at him with dark, hooded eyes that sent a thrill through him. His cock was throbbing, and he could barely wait to slide into Zero’s heat but before he could do that, he needed an answer to something.
“You wanna top?” he asked, hoping Zero would say no. If he wanted to, he’d bottom for him, but he much preferred never having to, though he was quickly realizing that there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him.
“No,” Zero exclaimed, looking completely outraged.
Jack couldn’t help his laugh.
“So you don’t wanna top?” he asked just to tease him.
“No.” Zero shook his head. “Let me live my pillow princess life, damn it.”
“You know, I’ve been thinking about you as my prince, but princess has a nice ring to it,” Jack said, tongue in cheek.
He got a pillow to the face for that.
“I get it now. Pillow princess.”
Zero groaned and dropped his head back on the bed, his hands covering his face.
“Just… shut up and stick your dick in me,” Zero mumbled.
“So romantic,” Jack said between laughter.
Zero spread his fingers so he could look between them up at Jack while he said, “You love it.”
“I do,” he said, and he didn’t just mean Zero’s shitty romancing.
Zero dropped his hands.
He lowered his head, brushing his lips over Zero’s, groaning at the taste of him.
He pulled back, Zero following his lips and whining when he pushed him back down on the bed. He was going to take his time. He’d waited patiently to get his hands back on Zero and he knew it would be over way too soon once he did.
He moved back and leaned down. He pressed his lips to Zero’s hipbone, Zero’s needy moan sending a wave of desire through him.
He ran his hands down Zero’s chest, then grabbed his left hand. He brought it to his lips and pressed them against the tattoo on his wrist. He’d never needed Zero to explain what the butterfly meant because he already knew.
He’d never known anyone like he knew Zero. Their connection had been instant even if he’d tried to deny it. He’d let Zero in even when he hadn’t wanted to and Zero had taken care of him from day one.
Zero had owned his heart right from the start.
“Please,” Zero whimpered.
Jack pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, not surprised when Zero’s hands were all over his chest the next second.
How much Zero turned him on always took him by surprise because every time, he thought for sure, he couldn’t get any more turned on and then Zero went and proved him wrong.
He grabbed Zero’s hands and pressed them into the mattress above his head.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
