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"You do want to do something tonight, right?" Zay waited for Pandi to flush again, but the man just met his gaze without even the slightest hint of embarrassment.
"If you want to," Pandi replied evenly. He was probably trying to stay calm so he would not scare Zay off.
"That's not what I asked," Zay said as he sat up. "But I'm up for it."
Pandi also sat up, and they stared at each other for a minute, like they were trying to gauge who was supposed to make the first move. Something in Pandi finally seemed to snap, and he grabbed Zay's neck and pulled him in for a kiss that burned through all the nerves in Zay's body.
Zay found himself kissing back in a way he was sure would have been borderline pornographic if anyone had been watching them. But it was just the two of them, so who cared? When they broke apart to drag oxygen into their lungs, Zay managed, "You don't usually have sex on the floor, right?"
Pandi snorted. "Haha, no." He pushed up off the floor and offered Zay his hand. "I prefer to keep the floors clean. Much easier for me in the morning."
Zay took Pandi's hand and stood up. "I totally get it. Housekeeping's a bitch."
Pandi gave him the barest of side eyes.
"Sorry," Zay immediately apologized. "I'll try not to swear."
"Hold yourself to it," Pandi replied as he led Zay back into the bedroom. "Or I'll have to."
Zay pulled off his shirt in a fluid motion. "Oh? Is that a promise of punishment?"
Pandi's hands came to rest on Zay's waist like they were magnetized. "Maybe," he said with a small smirk.
"Hm. Interesting." Zay started unbuttoning Pandi's shirt, his fingertips brushing heated skin every once in a while. "I'll put that in my mental bucket list to explore later."
Once all the buttons were undone, Pandi yanked his arms free of the sleeves and let his shirt drop to the floor on top of Zay's. He gently pushed Zay down to the bed and then hovered over him like he was scared of going too far. After a long moment, he admitted shakily, "I don't know what to do."
Zay traced his fingers over each bump of Pandi's ribs. Honestly, he had not expected Pandi to be in such good shape, even though the man had said he played tennis as well. Pandi had looked fit enough in his dress shirts and sleek pants, but seeing his body bare…it was like Zay's fantasies had come to life all at once. "Do what you would normally. I mean, you know where to put it, right?" Zay could see in the faint warm light from a lamp in the corner how Pandi went crimson.
"Yes." Pandi's voice was almost sullen, and it made Zay want to laugh. "But I don't know what you want."
"Normal sex. Nothing fancy. Just good ol' dick in hole."
Pandi went even more red. "Why do you say things like that?"
Zay chuckled. "Because it makes you shy, and you're cute when you get shy." He motioned down at his own body. "C'mon, help me get the rest of these clothes off."
Pandi complied, getting rid of Zay's pants and underwear quickly enough to tell Zay he was almost desperate. Before Zay could encourage him to do the same, Pandi was already stepping out of his own pants. "It's been a while," he breathed out as he bracketed Zay in again. "So be nice to me."
"I'm sure Aimee wasn't nice."
Pandi flinched. "Don't bring her up in the bedroom. I'll talk about her at any other time. But not here. And not now."
Zay nodded hurriedly. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry."
Pandi nodded once and then reached for his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a small bottle and a thin cardboard box and dropped them onto the bed beside Zay.
Zay picked up the bottle and held it up between his thumb and pointer finger. "I am an omega, but you're going to need a bigger bottle if we keep doing this."
Pandi snatched it back. "There's enough for tonight, and that's all that matters. We'll figure the rest out later."
Zay hooked one of his feet around the back of Pandi's knee. "I think if it came down to it, we could get creative."
Pandi rolled his eyes but let Zay pull him even closer. "Creative, huh? I'd rather not." His breath hit Zay's face in ragged waves. "I-I really don't know what to do."
"Just do what I told you." Zay canted his hips up to make his point. "Do it normally. And hurry up about it. Quit stalling. It's annoying me." He let his voice drift off into a whine to push Pandi along.
And Pandi let himself be pushed. His desire to make Zay happy was probably overriding his anxiety, but Zay let it be. Pandi needed to have a place where he could not be plagued by everything weighing on his life. No doubt his divorce had piled a lot of worry onto his shoulders, along with the anxiety of coming out.
Zay could be nice right now, even though he had threatened the opposite during their elevator ride up. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to keep from swearing as Pandi's fingers, now doused in lube, inched their way inside him. He knew he would lose his filters later, so he had to keep from offending Pandi now. And maybe by the time Zay cursed, Pandi would be far too gone to care.
Pandi curled his fingers into a place that made Zay's vision go white at the edges, and Zay heard some sort of inhuman sound leave his lips. Pandi bent over and kissed him with hot lips and a dirty tongue. "You like that, meri jaan?"
Zay opened his mouth to let Pandi explore it again because that was a glorious sensation and then said, "I'm assuming that's an endearment?"
Pandi pressed a burning kiss to Zay's cheekbone. "Yes. Meri jaan. My love. My life."
Zay could not help the smile that nearly split his face in half. He was loved, wanted, needed. With that smile still creasing his face he lay back and let Pandi do the work with his arms crossed behind his head.
Pandi bent and nipped his lip with strangely sharp teeth. At Zay's startled sound, he said with a small smirk, "I thought this was your first time, and here you are acting like you're on vacation."
"I don't recall having been on a vacation this nice," Zay replied with an answering smirk. That snide remark was his last of the night. His breath was pounded out of his lungs, and sweat slid down his skin. Damn, and he had thought being the bottom would be easy! He grabbed onto Pandi's back, but the muscles kept shifting beneath his fingers, leaving him scrabbling for purchase. He tried to think, but the only words that came to mind were curses and he could not use those. Not around Pandi. Fuck.
Pandi was panting and sweating just as much as he was, but there was this gritty, satisfied look on his face that Zay could never get enough of, not in a billion years. Then, out of nowhere, Pandi bent down and, shuddering, bit into Zay's shoulder.
Zay felt the warmth of Pandi's release even through the condom and let himself follow Pandi over the edge. It was quite nice, this mixture of pain from Pandi's teeth and pleasure from Pandi's dick. Yeah, he could get used to this.
Pandi carefully pulled back, fear and anxiety starting to creep into his face once again. "Oh my god. I didn't just do that." He pushed back from Zay, yanked the condom off, and threw it away before his shaking hands plunged into his hair. "What the fuck was I thinking?"
Zay sat up, still a little disoriented and very stunned at Pandi's swearing. "Pandi, what are you talking about?" Please don't mean what I think you do. Please don't.
Pandi's fingers clenched around strands of his hair in a way that looked excruciating. "I-I just bit you! Like some kind of rabid animal! What the fuck am I doing?"
Zay laughed, relief coursing through his chest. Everything was fine. "It's just a bite. I'll live." He stood up and guided Pandi back to the bed. "I thought you were regretting having sex with me."
Pandi shook his head. "I'll never regret that. You're perfect and beautiful. Well," he amended sheepishly, "as perfect as a human can be."
With another laugh, Zay pulled Pandi down onto the mattress and inhaled his scent like a drug until he drifted off.