Relax

“Shirt off, or no deal.”

Lloyd half-pouted, half-glared from across the room at Zelos, much to the redhead's amusement, although he kept a straight face. He shrugged. “What? We're both guys here. It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless before, anyway.”

“That's different,” Lloyd grumbled. He didn't bother to explain, but Zelos knew what he meant: that was before they were together. Apparently, thought Zelos, in Sylvarant it's more rather than less taboo for someone to see you naked if you're dating them.

“Well, if you insist, I suppose we'll just have to give up on the whole massage idea.” Lloyd immediately gave Zelos the hurt puppy look that the ex-Chosen had become accustomed to during their time together. Hook, line, and sinker, he thought. “Unless... you want to change your mind about the shirt?”

Way too easy, he thought, as Lloyd grumbled something unintelligible to himself and shrugged off his jacket, then pulled the tank top underneath over his head. Zelos grinned, taking in the sight of Lloyd's bare upper body in a way he never had before, not bothering to look away when Lloyd turned around to face him. Predictably, the teenager glared and flushed ever so slightly.

“C'mon, sit down here,” Zelos told him, spreading his legs and patting the space between them. With obvious discomfort, Lloyd plopped to the ground and scooted to sit with his back to Zelos. “Good boy.” Adjusting to get comfortable, Zelos couldn't resist running a hand through Lloyd's hair and undoing the small ponytail before getting to work.

Lloyd sighed quietly as Zelos's hands massaged his shoulders and tried to relax despite the uncomfortably familiar position the two of them were in. “That's it, just relax,” Zelos whispered to him, grinning because he knew Lloyd couldn't see it. Most likely, Lloyd thought he was going to try to pull something. And... he might be right. Hell, the kid was eighteen; it was about time he had some sort of experience.

Moving his hands down to rub Lloyd's sides, Zelos leaned in and breathed softly on Lloyd's neck, surprising a small gasp out of the younger swordsman who nevertheless still tried to relax. Kneading the muscles on Lloyd's back, Zelos slowly pressed his lips to the boy's neck. This time, Lloyd muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Ahhh... Zelos...” and, hearing his name, the redhead grinned against Lloyd's skin.

“Remember, you have to relax,” he teased, sliding one hand around to trace Lloyd's chest lightly. The swordsman instinctively tensed, then, remembering Zelos's words, took a breath and did his best to relax. Slowly, Zelos moved his hand up Lloyd's stomach and then pinched and slightly twisted a nipple, kneading a shoulder muscle as he did so. Lloyd moaned, and Zelos decided to give up on this little act. Guiding Lloyd's head to turn with one hand and slipping the other behind his head, Zelos pulled the boy into a rough kiss, nothing like the gentle one they'd shared earlier.

Lloyd gasped, and Zelos, tired of pulling punches, took it as an opportunity to pry the teenager's lips open with his tongue and explore the inside of his mouth. Lloyd whimpered, and that only encouraged Zelos more to ravish the boy's mouth, only pulling away when he needed air. Taking a breath, Lloyd managed, “Zelos...” before Zelos put a finger to his lips and, reaching down with his other hand, gripped the growing bulge in Lloyd's pants.

Lloyd emitted a strangled sound between a gasp and a full-out moan, and Zelos smirked. “Did you want me to stop?” Lloyd hesitated for a moment before beginning to shake his head, and Zelos didn't waste any time in pushing Lloyd down to the floor, stretching out on top of him with a leg in between Lloyd's. “Good boy,” he said again, craning his neck to run his tongue along the edge of Lloyd's ear, then moving to nibble on the lobe maybe a little harder than was necessary. With his hands, he fumbled for the buckles on Lloyd's pants, an action which was met with surprisingly little resistance.

Moving down Lloyd's body slightly, Zelos simultaneously bit down on his collarbone and squeezed his growing erection with a gloved hand. Encouraged by the heavy breathing and half-words coming from Lloyd's mouth, he slowly stroked it, increasing pace when Lloyd's reactions weren't enough for him. “We're all alone,” he whispered, as close to Lloyd's ear as possible. “I want to hear you scream for me.”

Lloyd flushed and didn't otherwise respond, and impatiently, Zelos moved to yank the boy's pants and boxers down and put his mouth over the tip of Lloyd's erection. Unlike his previous actions, this got a definite cry out of Lloyd, and feeling rejuvenated by that, Zelos took more of the teenager into his mouth, using his still-gloved hand to fondle the base as he sucked hard on it. A strangled sound came from Lloyd's throat, and Zelos knew he was biting his lip to keep from screaming. “Don't,” he said, voice low and dangerous as he released Lloyd's member, and Lloyd whimpered at the loss of contact. Satisfied with that noise, Zelos spent several more moments teasing with his tongue before pulling back; if he didn't stop, Lloyd was going to have an early release.

Lloyd, as overwhelmed as he was, still managed to give Zelos a hurt glare, and Zelos just smirked predatorially back at him, removing his gloves and tossing them to the side. “Sorry, Bud, but you don't get to have all the fun.” Rolling over to where his bag was, Zelos rummaged in it for a vial of oil. Okay, so maybe he'd planned this... Finding what he wanted, he positioned himself between Lloyd's legs, letting some oil spill onto his fingers.

Lloyd, surprisingly, kept quiet and even did his best to relax while Zelos slipped one, then two fingers inside him, and Zelos wondered rather discontentedly if Lloyd was less innocent than he'd thought. Well, that wasn't going to stop him from fucking his new boyfriend into the ground, anyway.

Stretching Lloyd a little less than gently with a third finger, Zelos pulled out, moving slightly so he could get his pants off. Throwing those next to Lloyd's, he rubbed oil onto his neglected erection, and then pushed into Lloyd without warning. Lloyd winced, but after a moment, moved his hips back despite that. Zelos took that as his cue to pull back and thrust, hard, into Lloyd, making sure to hit the spot that would make the boy scream for him... which he did.

He played absentmindedly with the teenager's erection as he built up a rhythm, earning more and more whimpers and cries from Lloyd. “Good...” he managed to gasp, reaching up and twisting a nipple with his other hand. Really, Lloyd was far too much fun to play with.

All good things come to an end, of course – that was one of the first lessons Zelos learned in life – and too soon, Lloyd released with a moan that caused Zelos to follow him. Pulling out, Zelos collapsed on top of the brunet, not bothering to speak. Neither did Lloyd.

As they both drifted off to sleep on the floor, exhausted, Zelos thought to himself that he'd probably pushed Lloyd too fast. But... for some twisted reason, he couldn't bring himself to regret it.