Quiet Moments
The feathery softness of lips against his neck was enough to draw a gentle gasp from him, his eyes fluttering closed as arms rose to pull his lover closer. Those light kisses trailed slowly upwards, teeth sneaking out to nibble his jaw line, tongue whipping by to trace his lower lip before it was pulled into a warm, wet mouth.
When his lip was released he surged forward, unable to resist anymore, softness caressing hardness as their bodies seemed to melt against each other. Hands travelled up backs and gripped strands of hair, hips pushing against one another in a frenzied dance of teasing as mouths moved against each other, gasps and wordless whispers escaping between their mating lips.
Blue eyes met glistening green when lips departed, smiles forming on both pairs before they embraced each other tightly, not enough even space for a needle between them. Coherent words were forbidden in moments like these, a rule never vocally placed but long understood. If a meaning must be made, it was through expression and sensation, touch and looks.
X breathed out just as Zero breathed in, the air around them circulating completely and perfectly through them. The smothering, comfortable embrace broke as X lifted himself up off Zero's chest, staring down at him with a look that made the blond moan for him. X smiled, so much love and adoration in the simple expression, but all he did was simply admire Zero beneath him.
Zero propped himself up, leaning on his elbows and brushed his lips against X's, tempting him to lean forward, to rest his body against his own. X resisted, pulled back even, leaving Zero to softly whine in protest. Still no words, primitive communication only.
X let out a heavy breath and Zero pushed himself up and at him, enveloping X in his arms and pushing him onto his back. X gasped, giggled and squirmed as Zero's lips and tongue tantalized his neck, down to his collarbone, nipping teeth playfully chewing at the ridges of muscle so wondrously crafted. Zero's hands ran down X's slim abdomen, caressing and stroking as his mouth followed a leisure pace behind them, X's own hands slipping into Zero's hair and grabbing handfuls to pull on.
The blond's hands tucked under X's thighs, lifting and parting them to throw over his shoulders. Arms around them to keep X still, Zero's head dove between X's legs, and the smaller Reploid tossed his head back with a cry. His hands gripped Zero's hair tighter, jerking the strands as the blond's head bobbed up and down agonizingly slowly.
X panted and moaned, letting one hand fall from Zero's head and jamming the knuckles of it into his mouth, eyes squeezing shut at the raw pleasure Zero so lovingly gave him. Zero glanced upward, smiling inwardly at the blushing X and how he tried so hard to keep himself quiet.
Zero withdrew with a hot exhale of breath, although his tongue remained active, dancing along sensitive skin and causing X to bite down harder on his hand. One of Zero's hands slid down X's thigh and under him, slithering between X's bottom and the bed to reach…
X gave a loud sob and arched his back, pulling his hand from his mouth and covered his eyes as if it would dilute the intense sensations. Pressure raised in him, threatening to snap at each swipe of Zero's tongue, each wiggle of his finger, until he felt once more wet warmth and it was just so close--
"X?"
All noises and movement ceased within the bedroom, and again the door was knocked on. They remained still, frozen in time until a shuffle of feet on the other side of the door signaled it was safe, and Zero sat up and away from his lover with a wicked grin. The moment was broken, the rules lifted.
"I guess you're wanted," Zero whispered, winking.
X sat up, reaching over and grabbing Zero by his hair and jerking him back onto him. "I know for fact you are," X growled.
Zero chuckled and X kissed him impatiently. Whoever needed him outside could wait—this, however, had to happen now.