*Chapter 23*

When we reached the hotel, the first thing we did was grab something to eat from the night buffet and then head straight to our room.

As soon as the door was closed behind my back, we continued the make out session from before, just more intensely. I immediately pressed him against the wall and pulled him into a hot kiss. Though when I let my tongue slip between his lips, he broke the kiss with a tiny smile.

"I'm taking a shower," he whispered before he was quick to leave for the bathroom. I huffed a few seconds after he disappeared behind the bathroom door and shook my head at the sudden move.

Sometimes I just wish to know what he was thinking. Even if it's the smallest thing.

After pulling my shoes off, I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes in exhaustion. I would have almost fallen asleep if Quentin hadn't had come out the door in the right moment. The sound of the door clicking open, made me sat up in an instant as I saw Quentin standing there almost naked with half wet hair and a towel hanging of his shoulder.

"There I'm back," he grinned. "You shouldn't be sleeping now," he whined as I stood up, approaching him.

"You should properly dry your hair," I nagged and took the towel to gently rub his hair while I took the time to take a good look at it. "You dying your hair, was there a particular reason for that?"

"Uh, no not really. It looked cool having it in different colors but the moment I bleached my hair for this style. I lost more than half of the length of my hair, if not even more, so I decided to stop and let it grow back healthy again," he explained.

"Seriously? And how long was your hair before?" I frowned.

"It almost reached my chin," he remembered. "But they got quite long, didn't they? I mean for the fact that I already chopped them once." He sectioned a strand of his front hair and pulled it, checking the length. "See, they're reaching my nose now."

And I couldn't explain where it came from, but the moment he looked up to me, I had the irresistible urge to kiss him. Thus, I followed my desire and placed my lips on his again. He obviously didn't see it coming and stepped back where the towel on his shoulder then fell to the ground.

"Why so eager?" He managed to release even though my lips were still pressed against his.

"Don't know, tell me," I shrugged and embraced him as my arms got in contact with his smooth and warm body that caused a pleasing feeling blossoming in my stomach.

My hands shifted to his waist, also pushing him towards the bed until he bumped against the edge and fell in a lying position with me climbing on top of him. But the passionate kiss was still on. That was till I let go of him to continue kissing down his neck without the thought of consideration crossing my mind.

I nibbled on his ear when he slowly tugged me away from him. "That tickles," he giggled. It was like I could clearly feel my heart, melting away from his eyes. "Zaron?" Quentin frowned. I shook my head, not noticing that I had been spacing out on him longer than intended.

"Yeah?" I stroked his hair from his face and brushed his bottom lip with my finger tip.

"Is there something bothering you?" He had a concerned gaze. I looked at him for a second but I shook my head. Maybe I was a bit thirsty, I thought. So, when I got off of him, heading off to get myself a drink, I was stopped when Quentin called me back, or rather grabbed my attention with his words. "But I have something on my mind."

I returned to him with curiosity written on my face. "What is it?"

He slowly leaned forward to peck my lips and narrowed the distance between us. "I still want to sleep with you," his eyes were piercing me, "Now, to be honest."

"What if I say no?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

He looked at me with lost eyes as he pulled his leg close and rested his arms on his knees while glancing at the bed with a heavy sigh. "Then I would earnestly doubt our relationship."

That immediately stole the words away from my mouth. Actually, I honestly never meant to say no to him or decline his wish, but hearing him going that far as to doubt our relationship was... "Are you serious?" I frowned. "Having a good relationship doesn't directly mean having a lot of sex."

"I know, that's what my brother said, too," he muttered and rested his forehead against his arms. I spend a second just looking at him before I shifted closer to him, patting his head. "I don't doubt you but I'm not sure if you are serious with us, with me. It's because I like you that much already."

I widened my eyes and stopped in tracts until I sort my feelings together and calmed down. "Doesn't me not having sex with you, prove that I want you more than just your body?" But he didn't reply. "C'mon, look up, baby."

"Don't call me baby, I warned you," he scolded. I chuckled and nudged his nose. He had the cutest sulking expression in that moment which made it difficult to resist.

Well at the end I just gave up and wrapped my arms around him, pressing a lot of butterfly kisses on his cheeks. He skewed his face but ended up smiling anyway.

I slowly turned the butterfly kisses to actual kisses on his neck and nibbled on his skin, turning the different spots in a blushy red. He released deep breaths at the burning sensation and leaned back on the pillow when we were entangled in a hot kiss. Perhaps, I was just thirsty for him, I thought.

Somehow I caught myself losing control the longer we kissed, the longer our tongues were meddling with each other and the longer I heard his moans escape from his sweet lips.

That was when I broke the kiss to pull my shirt over my head and get rid of my pants. "W-what are you doing?" Quentin widened his eyes and suddenly sat back up. "I thought you didn't w-"

I never let him finished his sentence when my lips were back on his. "Asking what if I say no is not the same as saying no." His expression was still confused which is why I forced him to look at me. "You don't want to anymore?"

"That's not it," he shook his head. "Just that I'm, I don't know, maybe happy?"

I raised my eyebrows at his words for second before I let myself fall to a laying position as I sighed at his overloaded cuteness. "I think I can't do this," I shook my head.

"No, no, no Zaron!" He whined and straddled me. "Please, you've finally changed your mind!" He begged, shaking my shoulders once I closed my eyes.

"You realize that we're only in some pair of boxers and you are basically moving on top of me," I pointed out which made him stop for a second but he continued only more intense and deliberately targeting my member.

I gasped and held his hips in place to prevent him from moving, but it didn't do much as I noticed when I continuously felt him rubbing against me. "Quentin," I panted. "Slow down."

"No!" He stubbornly refused and got off just to continue with his mouth. Therefore, his lips were brushing against my v-line and got closer to my groin the lower he pushed the waistband of my boxers down. My hand automatically grabbed his hair and pulled him back up to face me.

"You horny moron," I panted.

"Says the one who just got hard," he smirked. I was quick to push him down, entrusting me the control when I nibbled on his earlobe while pulling off the only piece of clothing he had. He immediately wrapped his legs around my hips almost instantly and pressed his lips together when my tongue twirled around his nipple.

I grind my lower half against his which managed to let a tiny moan escape through his lips. The way he was lying underneath me, the way he was holding me, the sounds he made when I touched him, all of it. It drove me absolutely insane!

"Quentin," I whispered in his ear as my hand lowered from his waist over his ass to his legs and pulled

him closer. His eyes were fixed on mine when his expression changed with a sincere smile on his face.

"You stare a lot," he stated and stroked his scattered hair from his face.

"How can I not?" I chuckled. "I don't get to see you like this everyday."

"Well, I wouldn't have no problem if you did." His lascivious smile drew me closer to where our noses were touching. "I'm all yours," he grinned until our lips connected again.

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"I'm all yours," I said and went for another kiss while pulling off his boxers.

And that was how we ended up naked in a hotel room bed. "You got a condom?" I looked at him after breaking the kiss.

"I don't, you?" He shook his head.

"Well shit," I snorted.

"Means, we don't have anything besides doing it raw," he muttered against my neck. I chuckled at his response which was so unlike him.

"What a pain in the ass...," I laughed. "Literally." But I was hindered when he briefly pressed his lips back on mine before letting go again.

"Want me to prepare you?" He raised his eyebrows to check whether I was okay with it but I just shrugged at him and left it all for him to decide. "Okay then relax," he nodded and slowly grabbed my leg to spread it before he coted his middle finger with saliva and positioned it in front of my entrance.

He smiled and went for another kiss when he slowly pushed one finger in me. Though the moment his whole finger was in, his hand was already out in an instant as I heard him mumbling something.

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Soft, I said," he repeated. "Like the hell, have you slept with someone?" His expression was impossible to read.

I looked away after denying his question. "I might, only might have already prepared in the shower," I shrugged.

A moment passed where it was silence between us.

"So you were that impatient to sleep with me that you even prepared without actually knowing whether I would agree?" He cocked an eyebrow at me and smirked. I thought about what he said for a second and nodded. "Wow," he sighed and let himself fall beside me. "I think I'll seriously give up on this," he sighed.

I groaned and climbed on top of him. "Stop with this shit," I warned him, grabbing his attention. My hand was quick under me to get a hold of his member which I slightly pressed in me until it was almost halfway through.

"The fuck," he moaned as soon as his hands were on my hips while I forced myself down to manage the rest of his length. I sighed in effort and relieve once I managed it after all the time. "You slow down. Be a little considerate, I'm getting old," he smirked.

"True," I grinned. "But I heard that the older you get the more sex you have, so it's fine." I pecked his cheeks and then his lips, slightly deepening it.

"Still, you should have used lotion or something," Zaron commented.

"You're talking too much. Do me already," I impatiently demanded. So he rolled his eyes and quickly turned us over.

"Should I grab lotion?" He asked but I shook my head.

"Just use your spit. Having lotion up your ass sucks," I insisted. He seemed to understand my decision and did as I suggested.

"Your impatience and that behaviour of yours really suck too, you know," he commented and before I was able to reply anything to that, he directly thrusted bis whole length in me, causing me to partially shriek and partially moan in surprise.

"Zaron," I gasped when he stopped just before he pulled out and pushed back in again. My hand gripped his shoulder tightly, looking for support when he continued thrusting in me. His moans clearly showed that not only I but him, too hadn't had sex for a while now.

His hands were tightening around my hips as he added more pressure on his thrusts when my eyes fell close, moans escaping through my parted lips and my mind getting fuzzyier second after second.

His hand quickly switched to my waist, pulling me higher as I wrapped my arms around his neck for a better support. His weight wasn't pressing against me in this position anymore. But it's not like it had bothered me anyway.

He kissed the area around my neck and hit with full force, sending out a whimper out of my mouth even though I was pressing my lips together to avoid that. "Shit," I gasped.

I was already grabbing him for support but it still didn't feel like it was enough. The feeling was sending me overboard, it was driving me crazy, I still couldn't have enough though.

He gently pushed my hair back and stole a deep kiss from me. "You're alright?" He asked to make sure.

"Yeah." My voice was cracky and hoarse. But I still managed to smile at him or at least something close to it. "I'm just...," I panted. "I think I'm really just happy." My eyes fell close in a dreamily expression which immediately vanished as soon as the intensity in me increased with his thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You're so fucking adorable," he mumbled. And again he, this time roughly, pushed my legs further apart and didn't hesitate to push in, making me gasp.

"Zaron..." My arm moved around his neck, dragging him closer to me. He accelerated this time that I pressed my face against his shoulder, suppressing the moans.

And I don't know why it was now and not every other time of my life, though it was at this moment that my phone went off, disrupting the atmosphere.

Zaron slowed down on me and got distracted but I just shook my head and grabbed his face. "Look at me! Don't stop, okay?" I insisted and he understood without further words. I felt his mouth back on my lips again, initiating a kiss once he pushed his tongue in my mouth when the ringing stopped. Our lips were moving in sync, perfectly matching despite the slight sloppyness.

But I suddenly pulled away with a gasp at the sudden feeling and stared down at my stomach where the weird sensation was coming from. With every thrust of his, the feeling became stronger. I threw my head back and couldn't help the reflex of biting on my lips.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by an wave of ecstacy where I clinged onto him and released out an abrupt moan as I noticed Zaron suddenly smirking.

"What- Why are you-," I wasn't able to finish my sentence when pleasure engulfed me in a blink of an eye. I could also hear him getting closer to his climax as he trusted harder and hit the spot that send me over with shivers of pleasure. The bottled up feeling and the pressure became stronger.

I knew I was coming and I knew he did, too. At the very latest he hit the point that turned my moans into desperate gasps from the suffocating feeling of pleasure.

Not only mine but his moans increased parallel to his thrusts until it reached a solid point where I couldn't hold it and exploded, climaxing in the same moment he released out a cuming moan. Every tiny muscle in my body tensed up when I felt his cum shooting in me.

He released a deep moan before he stopped moving in final. I was still twitching at the aftereffect once he slowly pulled out.

"You okay?" Zaron whispered in my ear. I nodded as my body tensed up in a twitch again. "I feel like I went too hard on you."

"And I felt like going through heaven," I assured while my eyes fell on him. "Really, I'm fine." A few seconds passed where he was just looking straight into my eyes and trailed his finger on my lips. "If you want to kiss me then just do, stop playing around," I somewhat smiled and rolled my eyes.

Zaron chuckled at that and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, on both of my cheeks, on my nose and then finally on my lips before slumping next to me. I, on the other side, had to sit and stand back up.

Though the moment I did, my legs couldn't hold the weight and fell to the floor. Zaron was instantly up and worried as if anything major happen. "Quentin!" He kneed in front of me.

"Relax, I'm fine. Only my legs, they decided to turn into jelly," I scrunched my face.

"You should have just stayed in bed," he mumbled. I raised a brow, doubting that his words were meant seriously.

"You do realize that your cum is literally dripping out of my ass," I pointed out.

He bit his lips at that as he realized. "Then, let's take bath," he smiled.

"Yup, a good hot bath," I agreed and returned the smile.

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