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The confession. || Zayn and Cobaen ||
Zayn gasped when Baen brought them upside down, bringing his body on top of his own. He grinned, his legs spread, his breath went heavier, his blood pressure was rising, why couldnât his sister wait a couple of minutes? They were both so close, they just needed those couple of minutes to finish each other off and thenâŠ? Then they would get up and- oh, who I am kidding, then he would start all over again. Zayn could foresee it, they would spend nights and nights not leaving this bed.
He moaned, he titled to the side, giving more room for Baen to kiss. âMmmmhhhmmmâŠâ He whined needy. âYes baby..â He murmured, pressuring up to him, gently grinding to feel his tightness. âAlready hard arenât weâŠ?â He smirked ready to reach down and take care of it. But then Cobaen âWhere do you think you are doing?â He growled confused before blinking those hazel eyes of his.
âOh you little-â He snarled playfully before pushing him against the wall, already close to the door and giving him a deep, passionate, yet promising kiss. âNever leave me without my kissâŠâ He purred, kissing him again.
âAs you wishâ Baen replied with a sly and mischievous smile. âIâd hate to leave you unattendedâ he added with a wink. Before leaving the room he adjusted himself to make sure his raging boner wasnât on show before heading back into the room.
Kiree has already gotten his bag ready for him. It always included his phone, wallet and drawing/writing implements. meaning his can draw or write music on the go.  âyou never know when inspiration will hit youâ was his usual answer.
Once Zayn was ready Baen stood by the door with his steampunk walking stick and watched Kiree skipped outside, the fresh air a blessing to her nostrils. The stench of testosterone suffocated her a little.
âTo the cinema!â she cried and began to run off when Baen pulled her back with a crack of the stick. A magnet wire struck itself to her braclet and the look of horror on her face. âBaen, the hell is this? Iâm 16!!â she cawed in shock.
âYeah and you keep running off and getting yourself lost!â he tutted putting the stick on the floor and beginning to walk with it.
Zayn smiled when he saw Kiree passing Baen his bag. He looked down, he knew the saying the other had about inspiration hitting you in all places, he had actually heard him mumbling it from time to time. He chuckled when the door opened and they walked out of the building.
He was walking proudly right next to Baen, chuckling when he saw how the other pulled back Kiree. âYou are such a big brother.â He teased him and nodded his head. The night was beautiful, not too cold.
He raised his chin and felt the cold breeze. It was then when his hazel eyes looked down, between Baenâs legs and smirked. âHow do you feel?â He asked in a low voice, making sure that Kiree wouldnât hear that. He was in an extrimely teasing mood, mostly because he was still horny. Zayn chuckled and walked a little faster to walk with Kiree, letting Baen admire his behind.
âHonestly. I am burning with desire. But alas copper mop-headed girl keeps us away from my bed. Or floor⊠or even a shower⊠should you desire itâ he said keeping his voice nice and low, emphasizing all the words through gritted teeth.
He kept an eye out for Kiree as she slowed down to a sensible pace in front of them. The walk was pleasant but cold. âCold hands would come in handy laterâ Baen thought.
They entered the cinema and Kiree darted off to the seat she wanted. âPfft Imma go in the expensive seatsâ Baen chortled out a loud. He could because there were very little people in the cinema and they gave a little chuckle when Kiree voiced her displeasure.
âAfter you good Sirâ Baen said pointing to the middle seats at the very back of the cinema for Zayn.
The moment they walked in the cinema the smell of popcorn and salted melted butter filled his nose and while they were getting the tickets, Zayn rushed to the snack-bar and ordered an XL bucket of popcorn. When they walked into their hall he looked around and giggled. He looked over Baen and nodded his head playfully.
âWell, thank you, arenât you too kind?â He purred and took his seat, giggling when he looked at Kiree. âSo, what movie did we came to see?â He asked her as he sat down and placed the big bucket over his laps, removing slowly his leather jacket and placing it to his side, allowing his eyes to look over Baen, smiling lovingly.
When Kiree dragged her feet to come and sit in front of them she turned around and started talking about the story âIt has every genre mixed into one film! The characters are great andâŠ.â she went on and on until the trailers began to start and she was silent.
Baen rolled his eyes but made himself comfortable. He noted how slowly Zayn was taking off his jacket and would have given anything to finish the job himself. He had to tell himself constantly âNot in public⊠not in publicâ
When the trailers started Baen glanced around him to make sure there were no people around them, just in case his libido got the better of him.
Zayn was playing hard to get, paying little attention to Baen who was sitting right next to him and more to his sister as he was munching his popcorn. He was silent when the trailers begun, not sure if he would like or⊠understand the movie. He sat back and looked over Baen when their upper arms touched. His hazel eyes looked at the hottie next to him and he smiled, as if hew was flirting with his for the first time.
âWould you like some?â He purred and gently leaned the bucket over the other, smirking playfully. He had noticed how he checked around at that made him smirk. âAre you looking for someone?â He whispered.
âPfft just making sure all innocent eyes are away from us⊠In case you get up any of you shenanigansâ he chuckled picking up a small handful of popcorn.
When their upper arms touched, Baen made no attempt to move. He wasnât going to make the first moveâŠ. He was going to make sure he didnât make the first move.
Buuuuuutttt Zayn wasnât making this any easier. He knew his intentions, he knew his game. Baen crossed his legs away from Zayn in defiance.
Zayn looked over the huge screen after smiling at Baen with a very promising smile and yet he didnât make any move. He would let the other roast, if he couldnât handle it any more Zayn was ready for the other to make a move. So he simply sat back, relaxed and tried to understand the movie while enjoying his pop corn.
it was a while later that he placed his bucket to the side and gently leaned his head over Baenâs shoulder, giving a long, lick from the side of his neck to the back of his ear. After that he settled down and acted like nothing had happened.
Baen grumbled at how little attention he was getting. Which made his even more upset as he didnât know why he was upset about not getting the attention!
But as soon as Zayn licked his neck that was it. He gently grabbed Zaynâs chin and placed a deep and rough but gentle kiss, before stealing more popcorn and glaring at the film.
âJust you wait till we get home... Imma wreck him...â He thought to himself
Ƨ ~Cobaen
âMy you are very forthcoming, mâdear, I do not even know your name and you wish to bed me? How presumptuous of you~âÂ
âMy hands are very skilled~ As are a good few other parts of me as wellâ he countered, gently kneading the clothed flesh beneath his hand, amused at how easily excitable the human beside him was. He could practically hear Baenâs heart drum against his ribs âI am a artist, so I am also very imaginative with how I conduct myself in intimate situations~â he added playfully, his tongue snaking out and licking the shell of the humanâs ear.
âOh?â Baen retaliated with a smirk. His body seemed to twist and thrust along with the otherâs kneading. Being an artist himself, a million things flashed through his mind, including the nameless door, but no not yet. He had to be s... sure. His thoughts were broken when his tongue touched Baenâs ear.
âSkilled...mmm.. yesâ he tried to function a sentence, but his brain was doing so many things.. an actual sentence seemed out of the question... for now.
Ƨ ~Cobaen
âMy you are very forthcoming, mâdear, I do not even know your name and you wish to bed me? How presumptuous of you~âÂ
He chuckled softly, he couldnât blame the younger male in his reluctance, it took a specific type of person to admit of the bat that they crave sex with a stranger. This male was pretty bold in some respects but he didnât seem quite the sort. Not that he was all that fussed at the moment, he could be patience if the situation called for it. For new he would play with him. get a feel⊠steal some kisses perhaps.Â
Merrily following Baen upstairs, helping him with the doors as they passed through them since the dark haired male currently had both hands full. Taking in their surrounds, mildly impressed by the beautiful carved mahogany, it took much skill to achieve such magnificent detail.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, handsome Baen, quite unusual but seemed rather fitting~â he mused thoughtfully, looking around the living room before taking a seat on the sofa. âI must admit your knic-knacs have me all the more curious about youâ
âAll the more curious hmm?â he grinned pouring them both another drink. Before he sat down almost next to him, Baen lit the fire in the pit and voiced all the rooms except the nameless door. He purposely left that out and because the other couldnât see the door (as far as he was aware) he finished the fire and sat down making no attempt to mention it.
âI am very glad you love my home. I tried to make it as aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It serves as many other things as well as my home.â he grinned. He darted a gaze at the clock and noted that his employees called for last drink order warning.Â
As Cobaen sipped his drink he found himself admiring the otherâs features like a precious painting. A smile crept onto his lips.Â
Watching the otherâs actions, pulling Baen closer to his side once he had sat himself beside him. âYes⊠you have truly sparked my curiosity~ It isnât a common thing for me to be persuaded to join someone in their private quarters so soon after the initially meeting~ Few of which hold such interesting items on show~â he mused, tucking a lock of his own hair behind his ear. Licking his pale lips before he took a drink from the glass the other had offered him.Â
Noticing how the other was watching him, but choosing to doing nothing more than letting a charming smile pull at his lips. It never failed to pleasure him to see how humans watch him, much like a hungry cat would look upon a a goldfish swimming around it;s bowl.
He was right, since meeting itâs been very quick travelling from downstairs to his home. Baen bit his lip as he went to sip from his glass again. He curled his toes after being pulled closer.
âS..So what interesting items catch your fancy and why?â he asked. Baen found himself so used to his own home, he had forgotten what would be classed as interesting.
Not to mention the tension between him and the other was killing him. He had to get the other talking to distract himself from thinking dirty thoughts.
Lazarusâs long fingers stroked Baenâs side through his clothing, to tease him while keeping him nice and close. âThe instruments in particular, you can tell much about a person from what he plays~â he mused thoughtfully, leaning in and adding in a breathy whisper, letting his lips hover over the sensitive outer shell of the otherâs ear. âplus I find musicians very sexy~ There is something about a person that can make a instrument sing just by his touch~â
Baen began to purr and giggle slightly. Even though it was through his clothes, Baen is ticklish. His whole body had goosebumps and he seemed to melt when the otherâs lips were so close to his ear.
Baen, although embarrassed about giggling, still purred under the otherâs touch. âDo youâŠplay?â he was trying to keep a straight face.Â
His touch slipped a little further down, to just above the otherâs hip in effort to bring on more than just, even if it was admitted sweet, giggling. âNaturally, I play violin mostly, but I am versed in both piano and guitarâ he replied, remaining close to Baenâs ear, seeing that the other seemed to like the closeness.Â
Excitement sparked in Baenâs little heart, he had found another musician and a violinist at that! Baenâs hips thrusted at the other without Baen even realising.
Baen didnât realise that he was trapped, his hypnotic voice could coax him into doing anything. âBeing such a talented musician must mean you have skillful hands..â he whispered turning to pay in kind.
Baen dared himself to trace his fingers along the otherâs hands. He had put his glass down and concentrated solely on this captivating being.
Ƨ ~Cobaen
âMy you are very forthcoming, mâdear, I do not even know your name and you wish to bed me? How presumptuous of you~âÂ
He chuckled softly, he couldnât blame the younger male in his reluctance, it took a specific type of person to admit of the bat that they crave sex with a stranger. This male was pretty bold in some respects but he didnât seem quite the sort. Not that he was all that fussed at the moment, he could be patience if the situation called for it. For new he would play with him. get a feel⊠steal some kisses perhaps.Â
Merrily following Baen upstairs, helping him with the doors as they passed through them since the dark haired male currently had both hands full. Taking in their surrounds, mildly impressed by the beautiful carved mahogany, it took much skill to achieve such magnificent detail.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, handsome Baen, quite unusual but seemed rather fitting~â he mused thoughtfully, looking around the living room before taking a seat on the sofa. âI must admit your knic-knacs have me all the more curious about youâ
âAll the more curious hmm?â he grinned pouring them both another drink. Before he sat down almost next to him, Baen lit the fire in the pit and voiced all the rooms except the nameless door. He purposely left that out and because the other couldnât see the door (as far as he was aware) he finished the fire and sat down making no attempt to mention it.
âI am very glad you love my home. I tried to make it as aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It serves as many other things as well as my home.â he grinned. He darted a gaze at the clock and noted that his employees called for last drink order warning.Â
As Cobaen sipped his drink he found himself admiring the otherâs features like a precious painting. A smile crept onto his lips.Â
Watching the otherâs actions, pulling Baen closer to his side once he had sat himself beside him. âYes⊠you have truly sparked my curiosity~ It isnât a common thing for me to be persuaded to join someone in their private quarters so soon after the initially meeting~ Few of which hold such interesting items on show~â he mused, tucking a lock of his own hair behind his ear. Licking his pale lips before he took a drink from the glass the other had offered him.Â
Noticing how the other was watching him, but choosing to doing nothing more than letting a charming smile pull at his lips. It never failed to pleasure him to see how humans watch him, much like a hungry cat would look upon a a goldfish swimming around it;s bowl.
He was right, since meeting itâs been very quick travelling from downstairs to his home. Baen bit his lip as he went to sip from his glass again. He curled his toes after being pulled closer.
âS..So what interesting items catch your fancy and why?â he asked. Baen found himself so used to his own home, he had forgotten what would be classed as interesting.
Not to mention the tension between him and the other was killing him. He had to get the other talking to distract himself from thinking dirty thoughts.
Lazarusâs long fingers stroked Baenâs side through his clothing, to tease him while keeping him nice and close. âThe instruments in particular, you can tell much about a person from what he plays~â he mused thoughtfully, leaning in and adding in a breathy whisper, letting his lips hover over the sensitive outer shell of the otherâs ear. âplus I find musicians very sexy~ There is something about a person that can make a instrument sing just by his touch~â
Baen began to purr and giggle slightly. Even though it was through his clothes, Baen is ticklish. His whole body had goosebumps and he seemed to melt when the otherâs lips were so close to his ear.
Baen, although embarrassed about giggling, still purred under the otherâs touch. âDo you...play?â he was trying to keep a straight face.Â
Ƨ ~Cobaen
âMy you are very forthcoming, mâdear, I do not even know your name and you wish to bed me? How presumptuous of you~âÂ
He chuckled softly, he couldnât blame the younger male in his reluctance, it took a specific type of person to admit of the bat that they crave sex with a stranger. This male was pretty bold in some respects but he didnât seem quite the sort. Not that he was all that fussed at the moment, he could be patience if the situation called for it. For new he would play with him. get a feel⊠steal some kisses perhaps.Â
Merrily following Baen upstairs, helping him with the doors as they passed through them since the dark haired male currently had both hands full. Taking in their surrounds, mildly impressed by the beautiful carved mahogany, it took much skill to achieve such magnificent detail.Â
âYou have a beautiful home, handsome Baen, quite unusual but seemed rather fitting~â he mused thoughtfully, looking around the living room before taking a seat on the sofa. âI must admit your knic-knacs have me all the more curious about youâ
âAll the more curious hmm?â he grinned pouring them both another drink. Before he sat down almost next to him, Baen lit the fire in the pit and voiced all the rooms except the nameless door. He purposely left that out and because the other couldnât see the door (as far as he was aware) he finished the fire and sat down making no attempt to mention it.
âI am very glad you love my home. I tried to make it as aesthetically pleasing to the eye. It serves as many other things as well as my home.â he grinned. He darted a gaze at the clock and noted that his employees called for last drink order warning.Â
As Cobaen sipped his drink he found himself admiring the otherâs features like a precious painting. A smile crept onto his lips.Â
Watching the otherâs actions, pulling Baen closer to his side once he had sat himself beside him. âYes⊠you have truly sparked my curiosity~ It isnât a common thing for me to be persuaded to join someone in their private quarters so soon after the initially meeting~ Few of which hold such interesting items on show~â he mused, tucking a lock of his own hair behind his ear. Licking his pale lips before he took a drink from the glass the other had offered him.Â
Noticing how the other was watching him, but choosing to doing nothing more than letting a charming smile pull at his lips. It never failed to pleasure him to see how humans watch him, much like a hungry cat would look upon a a goldfish swimming around it;s bowl.
He was right, since meeting itâs been very quick travelling from downstairs to his home. Baen bit his lip as he went to sip from his glass again. He curled his toes after being pulled closer.
âS..So what interesting items catch your fancy and why?â he asked. Baen found himself so used to his own home, he had forgotten what would be classed as interesting.
Not to mention the tension between him and the other was killing him. He had to get the other talking to distract himself from thinking dirty thoughts.
The confession. || Zayn and Cobaen ||
Zayn gasped when Baen brought them upside down, bringing his body on top of his own. He grinned, his legs spread, his breath went heavier, his blood pressure was rising, why couldnât his sister wait a couple of minutes? They were both so close, they just needed those couple of minutes to finish each other off and thenâŠ? Then they would get up and- oh, who I am kidding, then he would start all over again. Zayn could foresee it, they would spend nights and nights not leaving this bed.
He moaned, he titled to the side, giving more room for Baen to kiss. âMmmmhhhmmmâŠâ He whined needy. âYes baby..â He murmured, pressuring up to him, gently grinding to feel his tightness. âAlready hard arenât weâŠ?â He smirked ready to reach down and take care of it. But then Cobaen âWhere do you think you are doing?â He growled confused before blinking those hazel eyes of his.
âOh you little-â He snarled playfully before pushing him against the wall, already close to the door and giving him a deep, passionate, yet promising kiss. âNever leave me without my kissâŠâ He purred, kissing him again.
âAs you wishâ Baen replied with a sly and mischievous smile. âIâd hate to leave you unattendedâ he added with a wink. Before leaving the room he adjusted himself to make sure his raging boner wasnât on show before heading back into the room.
Kiree has already gotten his bag ready for him. It always included his phone, wallet and drawing/writing implements. meaning his can draw or write music on the go.  âyou never know when inspiration will hit youâ was his usual answer.
Once Zayn was ready Baen stood by the door with his steampunk walking stick and watched Kiree skipped outside, the fresh air a blessing to her nostrils. The stench of testosterone suffocated her a little.
âTo the cinema!â she cried and began to run off when Baen pulled her back with a crack of the stick. A magnet wire struck itself to her braclet and the look of horror on her face. âBaen, the hell is this? Iâm 16!!â she cawed in shock.
âYeah and you keep running off and getting yourself lost!â he tutted putting the stick on the floor and beginning to walk with it.
Zayn smiled when he saw Kiree passing Baen his bag. He looked down, he knew the saying the other had about inspiration hitting you in all places, he had actually heard him mumbling it from time to time. He chuckled when the door opened and they walked out of the building.
He was walking proudly right next to Baen, chuckling when he saw how the other pulled back Kiree. âYou are such a big brother.â He teased him and nodded his head. The night was beautiful, not too cold.
He raised his chin and felt the cold breeze. It was then when his hazel eyes looked down, between Baenâs legs and smirked. âHow do you feel?â He asked in a low voice, making sure that Kiree wouldnât hear that. He was in an extrimely teasing mood, mostly because he was still horny. Zayn chuckled and walked a little faster to walk with Kiree, letting Baen admire his behind.
âHonestly. I am burning with desire. But alas copper mop-headed girl keeps us away from my bed. Or floor⊠or even a shower⊠should you desire itâ he said keeping his voice nice and low, emphasizing all the words through gritted teeth.
He kept an eye out for Kiree as she slowed down to a sensible pace in front of them. The walk was pleasant but cold. âCold hands would come in handy laterâ Baen thought.
They entered the cinema and Kiree darted off to the seat she wanted. âPfft Imma go in the expensive seatsâ Baen chortled out a loud. He could because there were very little people in the cinema and they gave a little chuckle when Kiree voiced her displeasure.
âAfter you good Sirâ Baen said pointing to the middle seats at the very back of the cinema for Zayn.
The moment they walked in the cinema the smell of popcorn and salted melted butter filled his nose and while they were getting the tickets, Zayn rushed to the snack-bar and ordered an XL bucket of popcorn. When they walked into their hall he looked around and giggled. He looked over Baen and nodded his head playfully.
âWell, thank you, arenât you too kind?â He purred and took his seat, giggling when he looked at Kiree. âSo, what movie did we came to see?â He asked her as he sat down and placed the big bucket over his laps, removing slowly his leather jacket and placing it to his side, allowing his eyes to look over Baen, smiling lovingly.
When Kiree dragged her feet to come and sit in front of them she turned around and started talking about the story âIt has every genre mixed into one film! The characters are great andâŠ.â she went on and on until the trailers began to start and she was silent.
Baen rolled his eyes but made himself comfortable. He noted how slowly Zayn was taking off his jacket and would have given anything to finish the job himself. He had to tell himself constantly âNot in public⊠not in publicâ
When the trailers started Baen glanced around him to make sure there were no people around them, just in case his libido got the better of him.
Zayn was playing hard to get, paying little attention to Baen who was sitting right next to him and more to his sister as he was munching his popcorn. He was silent when the trailers begun, not sure if he would like or⊠understand the movie. He sat back and looked over Baen when their upper arms touched. His hazel eyes looked at the hottie next to him and he smiled, as if hew was flirting with his for the first time.
âWould you like some?â He purred and gently leaned the bucket over the other, smirking playfully. He had noticed how he checked around at that made him smirk. âAre you looking for someone?â He whispered.
âPfft just making sure all innocent eyes are away from us... In case you get up any of you shenanigansâ he chuckled picking up a small handful of popcorn.
When their upper arms touched, Baen made no attempt to move. He wasnât going to make the first move.... He was going to make sure he didnât make the first move.
Buuuuuutttt Zayn wasnât making this any easier. He knew his intentions, he knew his game. Baen crossed his legs away from Zayn in defiance.
The confession. || Zayn and Cobaen ||
Zayn gasped when Baen brought them upside down, bringing his body on top of his own. He grinned, his legs spread, his breath went heavier, his blood pressure was rising, why couldnât his sister wait a couple of minutes? They were both so close, they just needed those couple of minutes to finish each other off and thenâŠ? Then they would get up and- oh, who I am kidding, then he would start all over again. Zayn could foresee it, they would spend nights and nights not leaving this bed.
He moaned, he titled to the side, giving more room for Baen to kiss. âMmmmhhhmmmâŠâ He whined needy. âYes baby..â He murmured, pressuring up to him, gently grinding to feel his tightness. âAlready hard arenât weâŠ?â He smirked ready to reach down and take care of it. But then Cobaen âWhere do you think you are doing?â He growled confused before blinking those hazel eyes of his.
âOh you little-â He snarled playfully before pushing him against the wall, already close to the door and giving him a deep, passionate, yet promising kiss. âNever leave me without my kissâŠâ He purred, kissing him again.
âAs you wishâ Baen replied with a sly and mischievous smile. âIâd hate to leave you unattendedâ he added with a wink. Before leaving the room he adjusted himself to make sure his raging boner wasnât on show before heading back into the room.
Kiree has already gotten his bag ready for him. It always included his phone, wallet and drawing/writing implements. meaning his can draw or write music on the go.  âyou never know when inspiration will hit youâ was his usual answer.
Once Zayn was ready Baen stood by the door with his steampunk walking stick and watched Kiree skipped outside, the fresh air a blessing to her nostrils. The stench of testosterone suffocated her a little.
âTo the cinema!â she cried and began to run off when Baen pulled her back with a crack of the stick. A magnet wire struck itself to her braclet and the look of horror on her face. âBaen, the hell is this? Iâm 16!!â she cawed in shock.
âYeah and you keep running off and getting yourself lost!â he tutted putting the stick on the floor and beginning to walk with it.
Zayn smiled when he saw Kiree passing Baen his bag. He looked down, he knew the saying the other had about inspiration hitting you in all places, he had actually heard him mumbling it from time to time. He chuckled when the door opened and they walked out of the building.
He was walking proudly right next to Baen, chuckling when he saw how the other pulled back Kiree. âYou are such a big brother.â He teased him and nodded his head. The night was beautiful, not too cold.
He raised his chin and felt the cold breeze. It was then when his hazel eyes looked down, between Baenâs legs and smirked. âHow do you feel?â He asked in a low voice, making sure that Kiree wouldnât hear that. He was in an extrimely teasing mood, mostly because he was still horny. Zayn chuckled and walked a little faster to walk with Kiree, letting Baen admire his behind.
âHonestly. I am burning with desire. But alas copper mop-headed girl keeps us away from my bed. Or floor⊠or even a shower⊠should you desire itâ he said keeping his voice nice and low, emphasizing all the words through gritted teeth.
He kept an eye out for Kiree as she slowed down to a sensible pace in front of them. The walk was pleasant but cold. âCold hands would come in handy laterâ Baen thought.
They entered the cinema and Kiree darted off to the seat she wanted. âPfft Imma go in the expensive seatsâ Baen chortled out a loud. He could because there were very little people in the cinema and they gave a little chuckle when Kiree voiced her displeasure.
âAfter you good Sirâ Baen said pointing to the middle seats at the very back of the cinema for Zayn.
The moment they walked in the cinema the smell of popcorn and salted melted butter filled his nose and while they were getting the tickets, Zayn rushed to the snack-bar and ordered an XL bucket of popcorn. When they walked into their hall he looked around and giggled. He looked over Baen and nodded his head playfully.
âWell, thank you, arenât you too kind?â He purred and took his seat, giggling when he looked at Kiree. âSo, what movie did we came to see?â He asked her as he sat down and placed the big bucket over his laps, removing slowly his leather jacket and placing it to his side, allowing his eyes to look over Baen, smiling lovingly.
When Kiree dragged her feet to come and sit in front of them she turned around and started talking about the story âIt has every genre mixed into one film! The characters are great and....â she went on and on until the trailers began to start and she was silent.
Baen rolled his eyes but made himself comfortable. He noted how slowly Zayn was taking off his jacket and would have given anything to finish the job himself. He had to tell himself constantly âNot in public... not in publicâ
When the trailers started Baen glanced around him to make sure there were no people around them, just in case his libido got the better of him.