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"If you're truly dedicated, the reward will follow," says Zayvier King on winning the US Open.
Pandi had never been so proud of Zay. He was proud of him every day, but today Pandi felt some extra pride. He was the boyfriend of the player who had just won a championship, something everyone had said Zay would never be able to do as an omega.
But Zay had proven them all wrong. And then he had kissed Pandi in front of a thousand cameras and told the world in no uncertain words that Pandi was his and he was definitely in love.
So now it was all Pandi could do to not vibrate out of his skin as he waited in his apartment for Zay. They had agreed before the match to meet back here, after Zay celebrated with his coach and training team if he ended up winning. Pandi had prepared his own mini celebration, nothing too fancy and nothing that would make Zay uncomfortable. He hoped Zay would actually enjoy it and not just tolerate it out of love. He quietly grabbed the tiny notebook and pen he kept in his pocket at all times at his therapist's direction and wrote down that he was scared Zay tolerated him out of love under the section labelled "Fears". Then he flipped to "Truths" and jotted down three things Zay had done today that showed he loved Pandi. With a sigh to release any negative energy that remained, Pandi closed the notebook and set it on the side table with the pen on top.
The keypad outside the door beeped, and Zay opened the door. He saw Pandi immediately and smiled. "Hey, darling." He kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag on the bench, slipped on his house slippers, and leisurely walked over to where Pandi sat on the couch. He bent and ran his hands up Pandi's thighs. "Are you trying to seduce me after the most exhausting match of my life?"
Pandi shook his head. "Nope." Not unless Zay explicitly said that was what he wanted.
A small smirk lifted the corners of Zay's eyes. "Then why is all this gorgeous skin on display?" he asked teasingly, trailing his fingers down Pandi's legs and then running them up his thighs again, this time slipping his hands beneath the shorts Pandi was wearing.
"I was hot when I got home," Pandi replied. "No seduction intended. If anything, you're the one who's trying to seduce me right now."
Zay chuckled. "Maybe." Without warning, he turned and plopped down on Pandi's lap. His whole body relaxed into Pandi, and his head dropped back to rest on Pandi's shoulder. When Pandi looked, his eyes were closed. "I'm so tired," he said, drawing the last word out into a whine.
Pandi wrapped his arms around Zay's waist. "That's okay. You can just stay right here. I wouldn't be mad if you took a nap on me."
Zay opened one eye. "You'd really be happy napping on the couch with me?"
Pandi hugged him closer. "I'll be happy no matter what we do, so long as we do it together."
"Hm." Zay's eye closed, and he seemed to drift off for a bit. Then he suddenly asked, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"
Pandi was a bit surprised at the question, mainly because it had come out of nowhere. "Uh, yeah. I believe in it. Why?"
"I do too. I like to think that we're fated lovers, you know. Like we've always been together in each of our past lives and we're always going to be together in our future ones. I like that idea."
Pandi smiled into Zay's hair. "I like that idea too." He pressed a gentle kiss to Zay's ear. "That's very romantic, meri jaan. I maintain my belief that you're the one seducing me here."
Zay laughed, opening his eyes and turning to kiss Pandi on the lips. His mouth was always so warm, like sunlight pouring in through a window on a snowy winter day. "I try to be romantic. I don't think I'm very good at it, no practice and all."
Pandi kissed him back. "You're perfect."
"You're perfect too," Zay whispered into his mouth. "So perfect. So beautiful. So wonderful. Even in a thousand lifetimes, I'm never going to deserve you."
"You deserve me," Pandi whispered back. "You do. The same way I deserve you and your beauty. We deserve each other in every lifetime."
Zay turned himself around, grabbed the back of Pandi's head, and started kissing him with deep intent. He pulled off, breathless, and grinned. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm seducing you. I admit it."
Pandi grinned back as Zay rid himself of his shirt and shorts. He grabbed the hem of his own shirt and pulled it off over his head.
Zay got off and pulled Pandi's shorts with him. He tsked in mock disapproval. "No underwear? Are you sure you weren't planning to seduce me?"
Pandi grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back in. He slid his fingers under the band of Zay's underwear and slid them down to where Zay could step out of them. Then he settled Zay on his lap again. "You're tired, meri jaan," he said as he teased his fingers over Zay's hole and Zay rocked his hips to try and get Pandi inside him. "Why don't you let me do the work?" He continued his maddening caress until he felt enough slick leaking out to make it comfortable to put his fingers inside. He put two in at once, driving a humph sound from Zay's lips.
Zay was clinging to Pandi's shoulders as he tried to obey Pandi and stay still to let Pandi do the work. But he kept whimpering and biting his lip and making these aborted little twitches forward and backward that had Pandi getting so hard. "Please," he begged as Pandi thrust three fingers inside him. "Please."
"Please what?" Pandi asked, knowing he was being aggravating. But he liked it when Zay got reckless. He twisted his fingers into Zay's prostate, pulling a pleading whine from Zay. "You're going to have to use your words, meri jaan."
Zay's fingers spasmed against Pandi's shoulders as Pandi deliberately abused that spot that, if played right, could send Zay hurtling into an orgasm. "Oh," he gasped out. "Oh, keep doing that, please."
Pandi smirked and did as Zay said for a few strokes and then pulled his fingers out, leaving Zay clenching on nothing.
Zay let out an infuriated half-scream. "Why?" he whimpered, trying to grind down on Pandi and screaming again in frustration when Pandi would not let him. "I was so fucking close!"
Pandi kissed his chin. "I believe that's the point of edging."
Zay's eyes shot open. "You're kidding me. Did you pick up a kinks-for-dummies book and decide to try the first thing in it?"
Pandi chuckled. "Yes, actually. I went to the adult section of the library and did some research."
"I hate you," Zay said, but there was no venom in his voice. "Why now? Why today of all days?"
Pandi shrugged, beginning to ghost his fingers over Zay's slippery hole again. He smirked when Zay whined and tried to push back on his fingers. "I figured that today, of all days, you deserve to come so hard you forget what year it is. And that's only going to happen if I edge you into oblivion. Or," he added after a moment of thought, "if I spanked you. Maybe with a toy in your greedy little hole."
Zay's cock twitched, his hole contracted, and his pupils blew huge at the dirty words, just as Pandi had expected. "Oh god," he whispered. "Can we do that? Can we please do that?"
Pleased with the reaction to his offer, Pandi grabbed Zay under his knees and took him back to the bedroom. He pushed the sheets and blankets aside before he set Zah down. Less mess for afterward. He opened his bedside table drawer and pulled out the dildo he had, in anticipation of Zay being horny, already slicked with lube.
Zay's legs fell open as soon as he saw it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips in nervous anticipation.
It slid into Zay's body without protest, and he turned it on once it was fully seated in Zay.
Zay trembled at the sensation and then he was dragging Pandi down into a kiss. "Fuck," he whispered. "I didn't think you'd ever do anything like this with me."
Pandi smiled into the kiss before he pulled back and flipped Zay onto his hands and knees. "Hold yourself up," he growled into Zay's ear as he turned up the vibrations and Zay nearly folded. "I'm going to spank you now, naughty omega."
"How am I the naughty one?" Zay asked, craning his head to look over his shoulder at Pandi. "I'm not the one who read up on kinks and brought a whole fucking dildo home."
Pandi's hand smacked into Zay's ass, and he loved watching Zay's eyes go wide as the sharp sound echoed against the walls. "You don't talk back to me." There was something different in his tone.
And Zay picked up on it. "Yes, sir," he murmured.
And now they were in a scene. A beautifully pornographic scene that soon had Zay crying for release and Pandi holding himself back from ripping the toy out of Zay and replacing it with himself.
He had not known he would find such pleasure in hearing Zay cry and cry out and seeing his handprints redden Zay's skin. Finally, he could not take it anymore. He turned the toy off and eased it out of Zay's body. He put it down on the towel he had laid it on before Zay got home and turned his attention back to his wrecked partner, turning Zay over onto his back. "Oh, baby," he crooned, swiping his thumbs through the copious tears wetting Zay's face, "you look so beautiful like this."
Zay sniffled, his body limp beneath Pandi. He was so deep in subspace that he would do anything Pandi asked just to get the pleasure his body craved. He had stopped begging a few minutes ago, which had been Pandi's first sign that it was time to stop playing with him.
Pandi pinched Zay's stomach, drawing a gasp from him and taking some of the haze out of his eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you now, meri jaan."
Zay's lips curved into a lazy smile. "Mm."
Pandi pushed in and almost came on the spot.
Zay was so warm and open, but his body still closed around Pandi, sucking him deeper.
Pandi barely thrust twice before Zay went taut with an impending orgasm. He watched as Zay's eyes rolled back and his pleasure drained the tightness from his limbs. Then his own pleasure grabbed him by the throat and dragged him up until he could barely breathe the thin air. But, after a few long moments, he returned to his body and found himself collapsed on top of Zay. He quickly rolled to the side and traced the bumps of Zay's ribs. "Hey," he said softly. "Are you okay?"
Zay's eyes slowly opened, and then he gave a bone-cracking yawn. "Yeah," he murmured. "I'm okay. I'm great. I feel so floaty. It's nice."
"I'm going to go get you something to eat," Pandi told him, pushing up off the bed. "Don't fall asleep. I'll be right back." He padded out into the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle and fruit out of the fridge, and hurried back. He sat Zay up and held him while he drank the entire water bottle. Then he grabbed the plate of fruit from the bedside table and offered it to Zay.
Zay's whole face lit up. "Are those chocolate-covered strawberries?"
Pandi nodded. "Organic strawberries and chocolate. Prepared by yours truly."
Zay snatched one off the plate and shoved it into his mouth whole. "So good," he said around the oversized bite.
Pandi gently put his hand beneath Zay's chin. "Swallow before talking, please. I don't want you to choke and die."
Zau swallowed and replied, "Yeah, that'd be a pretty undramatic way to go out. Not to mention the fact that we're both naked." He grabbed another strawberry and took a smaller bite this time. "You're the best, you know."
Pandi smiled and pressed a kiss to Zay's forehead. "And you're the better best."
It was a little tradition they had begun to establish. Whenever one of them said the other was the best, the other replied they were the better best. It could go on and on for minutes on end, but today Zay accepted it and snuggled into Pandi's arms.
Pandi tucked his chin over Zay's head and watched the strawberries disappear one by one until Zay was full and sleepy. He kissed Zay's closed eyelids, pulling a soft giggle from Zay. "I love you, meri jaan."
With a smile, Zay replied, "I know. I love you too, darling."