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In the beginning, Zeal didn’t really understand why you were always so thrilled and willing to listen to him talk endlessly about his interests. It was unusual to him; he always figured it would be boring to listen to him yap about world of warcraft, or music, or whatever else was on his mind, but without fail you were always attentive and excited to listen. He didn’t understand it at the time, but it warmed his heart knowing that no matter what it was he was talking about, you were more than happy to have him talk your ears off for hours.
Over time, he started to understand it better, he started to see what you saw. When you would be sprawled out on the couch together with your legs draped over his, or both of you laying down with your head on his chest, or some other way that let the two of you share a gentle intimacy, and both of you were chatting about your days. When you would talk about one thing or another that made you smile that day and the memory of it made a hint of a laugh seep into your voice. When something you’d been excited about happened and your eyes would light up with joy as you recounted every moment in detail. It captivated him, filled his heart with so much adoration, to see how animated you became when talking even of the smallest thing, a dog you got to meet or a nice coffee you had from a new shop across town. And when you began talking about your favorite games, ranting for hours about lore or characters that you couldn’t pull yourself away from mentally, you became practically radiant, and Zeal quickly came to understand exactly why you were always so enamored when he spoke of his own interests.
Which is why he was so irritated today, seeing you so joyful and bright talking about another man.
Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised, and maybe he should have been over it already, but you had just gotten home a few days earlier from a trip to see your family that had kept you away for several weeks, and he was desperate to fall back into the cozy intimacy he had been missing with you gone. He loved to hear your stories from your trip, he really did, but he was far from thrilled to know that you had encountered a childhood friend that you had once explained was a former crush of yours. You had promised him that it was just sandbox love, and that any feelings deeper than friendship had vanished before you were even out of primary school, but Zeal could still feel the flare of jealousy rising in his chest every time this other man was mentioned in your stories.
Zeal tried not to let his jealous streak get the best of him most of the time, but you had been telling him stories of your time with this former crush of yours ever since you got back, and seeing how excited you were while talking about another man was starting to wear him down. He tried ignoring the gnawing feeling of possessiveness at first, sure that you would run out of fuel to yap about within a day or two. Soon though, two days quickly became three, and three became four, with no signs of the stories slowing down, and he started to try subtly shifting the conversations away from the faceless man who was now public enemy number one in his eyes.
It never lasted long when he managed to distract you, something would somehow in some way lead back to ‘another funny story you just remembered’ that would of course involve the man who’s name Zeal tried to block out for his own sanity.
Zeal understood, he did. You had a great time back home seeing your family, and you got to see a childhood friend that you had gone years without seeing, anyone would be full of energy and stories to tell. However, at the same time, he wished that you would pay more attention to your loving and adoring boyfriend who was right in front of you, and who had missed you horribly while you were gone, rather than a man who didn’t matter that was hundreds of miles away. He swore, if he had to hear that man's name come out of your mouth one more time, he was going to lose it. He needed to be the only man whose name was this ingrained in your thoughts, and he was just pent up enough to make that happen. So, when you started to talk about that accursed man again while the two of you lay cuddled on the couch watching a movie, legs intertwined and Zeal’s arms wrapped comfortingly around you, he couldn’t be blamed for letting his jealousy get the better of him. He needed to make sure your attention was on him, for his own sanity’s sake.
He started slowly, subtly, just gently running his hand along your side as you spoke. You were already chattering so excitedly, even though you had only just barely begun to recall whatever event you had been so suddenly reminded of, and that spurred Zeal on just that much more. As you continued to talk, he sank more into the sound of your voice rather than hearing the words, since the words would only make him selfishly crave all the space in your thoughts even more than he already did.
The sound pacified him just enough to keep his composure as he started to nose his way along your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw that made you giggle as you spoke. It subdued him just slightly, (he really loved your laugh so much), but he wasn’t done. You were still talking about that other man after all, so he took one step further. His kisses along your neck and jaw became more passionate, just a little bit, only slightly more wet to make you squirm in his arms, and when he was feeling daring, he would stop to suck a small bruise into the sensitive flesh. Slowly, so slowly, he would do more, go farther, tease you just a bit more, as you told your story. You weren’t making any attempts to stop him, but he could hear the stops and starts of your words as you tried to finish your recount of events that had taken place while Zeal was missing you dearly.
You were getting flustered quickly, and it only stoked the embers that were just beginning to light up in him. He did so love how you looked when you were flustered. In one moment when he was feeling particularly mischievous, he bit down on the junction of your throat and shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth to leave a mark that you would certainly be stuck with for at least a week. He grinned to himself as you wriggled in his arms, knowing that every time he saw it, it would fill him with pride to know that he was the only one allowed to mark you in such a way. Only him.
Your story had already dwindled into silence while you tried in vain to maintain your composure under Zeal’s loving attention, and while he would love to pretend that he didn’t notice how your voice had trailed off, he always noticed. The sound of your voice was such a soothing balm to his nerves that the moment it goes quiet he notices the silence just as starkly as if someone had suddenly shouted.
“What’s wrong, my love? You stopped talking, and I was sooo invested in your story.” It was cheating, he knew it was, to lower his voice in that way that he knew got you all hot and bothered, but he needed your attention badly, and he would use every trick at his disposal to get it. He let a low hum rumble through his chest, and even though he couldn’t see your face, he could tell that your cheeks were quickly becoming red from feeling it vibrating against your back. “Please, tell me aaallll about him.” He finished with a chuckle that brushed warm breath across the back of your neck and the way your body involuntarily shivered against him made him grin in triumph. No other man could get these kinds of responses from you, only he could.
He continued to tease and torment you, slowly becoming increasingly bold as your body warmed up to his touches. He kissed and bit and sucked at your neck, your shoulder, marking you up so that anyone looking at you would know you were his and his alone. Soft gasps found their way past your lips as he marked you, and the rumbling of his chest from every hum he let out as a response rolled through your body and left warm feeling slowing growing in the pit of your belly. With his mouth still busy on your neck, his hand began to wander, sliding lower along your side, tracing the curve of your waist, down to your hip, and finally coming to a rest on your outer thigh. God, Zeal loved your thighs, so soft and warm, perfect for grabbing and biting, perfect for resting over his shoulders, or for being held apart while he sat between your legs. Zeal loved every part of you, but he certainly had a particular soft spot for your thighs. He had to be sure to mark them, too, before he was finished with you tonight.
Sooner than he would have liked, he ran out of room to leave marks on your neck and shoulder where he could easily reach but the need to claim you was not waning. If anything, the sounds you were making only made the desire grow stronger, it made him want to hear you more. So, he carefully slipped out from behind you, rolling you onto your back to hover over you on the couch that suddenly felt so small to you. You were exactly as flushed and flustered as he expected, and it made some deep primal part of him hum with satisfaction knowing that he was the cause of that. Not the other man whose name was nowhere near your thoughts or Zeal’s in this moment, but only Zeal himself was able to excite you like this.
He held his gaze on you for far longer than he would have thought he had the patience for but having you beneath him quieted the jealousy within him and strengthened his composure. A grin crept across his face, and he leaned down to hover his face over yours, his breath ghosting warmly across your face as he spoke.
“You know, you’ve been home for several days now, and I’ve heard his name from your mouth far more than I’ve heard my own. I think it's time we fix that, yeah?” If it was at all possible, your face darkened even further, and Zeal could feel his self-control slip away that much more.
Zeal adored seeing your reactions; every shudder that rolled through your body, every hitched breath, every rush of blood that heated your skin and made you that adorable, flushed red that betrayed how riled up you had become. He was addicted, and he hadn’t realized how withdrawn he had become in your time away, to the point of being damn near desperate now that he finally had you all to himself. It spurred him on, making him crave you and your attention even more.
His longing for everything you had to offer pushed him to act, and he finally closed the distance to press his lips to yours in a kiss so full of greed and hunger and passion that you started to feel lightheaded. It was all teeth, and tongue, and shallow breaths stolen in the brief seconds spent parted before you came together again like magnets. As he stole your breath away with his lips, his hands got to work kneading the soft tenderness of your thighs, gently pushing them apart to grab and massage at the sensitive inner flesh and he carefully slotted himself into the empty space between them, right where he belonged.
When he finally pulled away from the kiss, you were both panting and out of breath, and while you felt like you’d had the air sucked out of you like a vacuum, Zeal’s face barely showed a hint of that breathlessness that made his chest heave, more betraying his smug satisfaction as he gazed at you with adoration.
“Oh darling, look at you. You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Zeal let another chuckle rumble through his chest, putting just enough of his weight against you for you to feel the sound reverberating through you both before pulling back to slide his way down your body. He pushed your shirt out of the way as he went, hiking the fabric up to your neck and starting to kiss at your newly bared chest while he helped you worm your way out of the cloth that he suddenly found to be highly offensive. Zeal barely took a moment to appreciate your naked torso before he was all over you with his mouth once again. He was like a man possessed, with a singular goal to cover you in as many hickeys and bites as he could possibly manage to imprint into the blank canvas that was your body.
Zeal couldn’t help himself, really. He was enamored by every breathless gasp and stifled whimper that snuck its way past your lips, but he was starting to get impatient with how you tried to hide your sounds. He’d heard so much of your voice before when you were talking about that other man, and it was now that you decided to withhold your cries?
That simply wouldn’t do.
Driven by a jealousy that he would deny if accused, he kissed his way across your chest, occasionally sucking the flesh into his mouth to leave just a few more bruises to blossom across your skin, until he reached your nipple. He takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and reveling in the sound that it draws out of you while he uses his hand to gently play with the other. But it was still not enough to satisfy him. He loved the moans that you were slowly releasing more of as he lavished the most sensitive parts of your chest with attention, but it wasn’t enough.
He needed more; more of your voice, more of your sounds, more of the parts of you that only he could have. It was driving him crazy, gnawing at some part of him deep within and made him feel wrong, desperate. So, he bit down on that sensitive flesh in his mouth, pleased at the yelp that it elicited from you, and gently soothed the hurt away with his tongue before moving over to do the same to your other nipple, biting down to hear you voice and then easing away the pain.
While he spends his time focusing so much attention to the sensitive buds on your chest, he lets his hands wander again down your body, this time not simply letting them ghost and graze over your hips and thighs, but hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts to work them down your hips, down your thighs and your legs, and pulling away from your chest just long enough to remove them from you completely, leaving you lying bare before him. He took barely a moment to admire the view before settling back in between your legs to continue his onslaught of your chest. He would have loved to take in the sight of your naked body covered in his love bites, but he was more desperate to touch and feel you, to have you under his hands in ways that no one else could have you, rather than just look at you.
You were becoming just as desperate as he felt, he could tell. You needed more, just like he did, and he wasn’t going to disappoint. After what seemed to you like hours, he finally let his hand slither down your belly, his fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake, down to your thighs once again to grip for just a moment before finally, finally, tracing slowly back up to that spot of you that had you keening for friction and contact. Who was he to keep denying you?
His fingers finally brushed against your dripping folds, sliding along your slit tenderly a few times to gather the wetness there and then finally slipping into place exactly where you needed it. A sob shook your chest, and you felt like you could have passed out from relief as he started working small, slow, gentle little circles into your clit. He may have worried for just a moment that maybe he had teased you for too long, but the positively depraved sound that left you when he finally indulged your aching heat with attention stoked the fire in his own belly and drove away any thoughts of moving too quickly just to satisfy you both.
Zeal felt intoxicated by your responses as he worked his fingers over your clit. He could listen to your moans and gasps for hours, and each jolt of your body as he swirled his fingers over your sensitive bud encouraged him to drag this out for as long as he possibly could. And maybe he would. After so many hours spent listening to another man’s name come from your lips, he wanted to reclaim every minute, every second, that his own name wasn’t the one being said with such excitement. He needed to erase every moment with that man that was occupying your thoughts these last few days and fill your thoughts with only himself.
He finally broke away from your chest, admiring the slowly darkening bruises scattered across the bare expanse of your skin. He wanted marvel at the sight for hours, but he wasn’t satisfied yet with the state he’d put you in. You were still too composed, even with your heaving chest and shaky, breathy moans. He could do more, push you farther, take you apart and put you back together in ways that left you quivering and limp.
That thought had him licking his lips in anticipation, and he sped up his fingers between your thighs, applying just that much more pressure to draw a keening whimper from deep in your chest. He could feel your thighs beginning to shake as he drew you slowly and steadily closer to the peak that was coiling itself tightly in your belly, and he relished in the way your body tensed expectantly as his fingers continued to work your clit. No one else could see you like this, no one else could touch you like this, and that thought had him speeding his fingers up more to drag you right to the edge, closer and closer, feeling the way your muscles drew tight in preparation for the climax that would roll through your body like a storm.
But he wasn’t done with you yet.
Just as your moans raised in pitch, your chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, and your entire body drew tight and prepared to snap the coil of tension that ached in your lower belly, his fingers stopped. He didn’t pull them away, but he slowed them down from the frantic pace he had set down to a snail’s crawl, just enough pressure for you to feel the way his fingers ghosted along your heat, but not enough to give you any kind of satisfaction. The loss of that friction that you needed so badly left you whimpering in desperation, and Zeal delicately pushed a few stray locks of hair from your face as he soothed you with a gentle hum.
“Shhhh, it’s okay baby. You’re okay.” A low chuckle seeped into his voice as he consoled you, and he hummed deep in his chest while he waited for your body to calm down. He shushed you with gentle praises and encouragements as your body slowly unwound the tension that had been building from his touch, running one hand comfortingly along your thigh while the other continued its maddeningly tender caress against your swollen clit.
It felt like ages later, when you finally calmed down and caught your breath, that Zeal finally started to speed up his pace once again, and your body responded immediately. Every muscle in your body stiffened and your breath grew shallow once more as skilled fingers made pulse after pulse of pure pleasure course through you. The tension in your body grew faster this time, already denied once and eager for the satisfaction that was robbed from you, and Zeal seemed all too pleased to watch you squirm under him.
“You look so good like this, darling.” Zeal ran his hand along your collarbone, tracing his fingers over some of the darker bites and bruises as if admiring them. “And I’m the only one that gets to see you this way.” The words rumbled through his chest lowly, tinged with that possessiveness that refused to be quieted tonight. “Tell me, my love. Who’s the one that marked you so beautifully?”
Your words failed you for a moment as Zeal continued stroking your needy heat, and he pinched your nipple harshly to regain your attention. You gasped out a breathy chant of “You! You! You!” as your body drew taut once more. But just as before, just as you were about to tip over into oblivion, Zeal halted his actions, just barely letting his touch linger on your body as he laughed over you
“Oh, my love. My name isn’t ‘you’. But don’t worry, I'll let you try again.” Without waiting for a response, his fingers started gaining speed again. “Get it right this time, and I might let you come. Who’s the one making you feel this good?”
It was too much for you. Your body was growing sore from your muscles tightening and loosening over and over, your skin was sensitive to every feather light caress of his fingers over your chest, and you were gasping for air as if you’d never tasted oxygen in your life. You were barely registering anything but the feeling of his hand between your legs and the sounds of your own moans in your ears, so when you felt a sharp sting against your thigh and looked to see Zeal biting the tender flesh there, you wondered when he even shifted your positions.
“I asked you a question, baby.” He bit again, sucking the skin between his teeth to form another darkening bruise in a place only he would be allowed to see. He couldn’t wait to see how the marks darkened over time, pretty little splotches of color like an abstract piece of art made only for an audience of one. “Who’s the only one that gets to take you apart like this, hm?”
You were too far gone to notice when his name began falling from your lips like a plea for mercy, a prayer for benevolence from the only man that could offer it, over and over and over again. Zeal, Zeal, Zeal, Zeal. A pleased hum came from Zeal as he continued marking your thighs, and his hand moved more harshly against your pussy, this time not letting up as your voice raised in pitch and your body shook in anticipation. Even as you lost yourself in the sensations of euphoria, your lips continued to move, whispering Zeal’s name as if he alone could keep you tethered to this plane of existence, and Zeal reveled in knowing that in this moment, when all other thoughts were wiped from you, he still lingered so strongly in your mind above all else.
“Thats right, baby. Only me.” His words sounded rough and held an edge to them that betrayed just how much he loved to hear his name on your lips. He bit once more at the tender skin of your thigh, soothing the harsh sting with his tongue, before finally giving you what he had deprived you of for so long. “Come for me, my love. Let me watch you fall apart.”
And you did. As if your body had simply been waiting for permission this whole time, you finally felt the tension snap and give way to a torrent of ecstasy that robbed you of breath and left you floating on cloud nine. Like jumping from a cliff, you fell hard and fast into a pool of bliss that flowed over you and muffled the sounds of Zeal’s amused laughs and quiet murmurs of comfort.
Zeal continued rubbing you through your orgasm, making it continue to roll through you until you felt like you might cry from overstimulation, all the while whispering praises and running a soothing hand up and down your thigh as you whimpered and shook.
A too long amount of time later, he finally ceased his movements and let your body go limp with exhaustion. As you lay drained beneath him, Zeal pulled back to admire your spent form, and god were you a sight. Your hair was disheveled, splayed haphazardly across the couch in a way that showed just how much he’d had you writhing. Your chest, covered with slowly darkening hickeys and bites, heaved for air as if you were starving for it. Your lips, kiss bruised and wet, were parted for each heavy, shaking breath. Your legs, flushed and wet with your arousal, and covered with even more bites, still trembled as you came back down from the high that only Zeal could give you.
Seeing the mess he’d made of you, a flare of possessiveness rose in his chest once more. He looked up to meet your eyes and grinned when he saw you already watching him. Holding your gaze, he brought his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean of your essence, a satisfied sound rumbling low in his chest as he made sure you watched him clean every part of his hand thoroughly. The shiver that ran through you at the sight did not go unnoticed and only satisfied him more. It pleased him, knowing that he was the only one that was able to see that kind of response, only he could see you in this state, only he could have this kind of attention from you.
The two of you sat like that for a while, with Zeal casually caressing your legs and belly as you slowly stopped trembling and caught your breath. When you had finally calmed down, the last bit of tension unwinding itself from your muscles, you moved to sit up, only to be halted by Zeal’s hand on your chest.
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” He looked at you with hungry, excited eyes, and for some reason you felt like you were a feast laid before him. “Who said I was finished with you?”