“i’m sure i can think of another way but there’s one condition.” zion got even closer, his mouth right against the other’s ear and tongue peaking out to run over the shell. “you have to be a good boy until we’re done. you think you can do that for me, gorgeous?” zion had to admit, the other’s sudden change in behavior, going from coyly asking for his ‘help’ to moaning against his mouth made heat stirred up in his guts and good or not, he’d have the blonde screaming his name by the end of the day. zion didn’t know which side of the man he liked more. both, he decided quickly. he liked being kept on his toes by his bed partners rather than entertaining bland people. kyrie’s request was met with a smirk, mirroring the one on his lips and a nod of his head. as if he’d ever miss an opportunity to show off. he worked hard to get the body he wanted. it was criminal to keep it hidden. “i aim to please.” he pushed his shirt over his head, slowly exposing his toned torso and the tattoos inked in his skin which covered most of the skin’s surface. “satisfied?”
“lucky you, i’m always a good boy.” kyrie batted his eyelashes with an innocence that totally didn’t match the sly smirk on his face. this was easy, almost too easy. perhaps it would be more entertaining to make zion work for it a little harder, but then again, the blonde would be lying if he said that he wasn’t highly aroused himself. “is that what you find attractive? good boys? seducing them into doing naughty things? tainting them?” he asked, curiously, tilting his head to one side as he coyly made eye contact with the younger. whilst deep down, kyrie was anything but the pristine boy he made himself out to be in his social circle, he didn’t mind playing that role for zion as well, if that was something that turned the guy on. his brown eyes widened slightly when the other took his shirt of, smugly showing off his toned chest and beautifully inked skin. zion was like his ‘bad boy fantasy’ come to life. perfect, just perfect. the pretentious male licked his lips as he drank in the sight of him, feline eyes lingering on his sculptured abs. “not quite, but i’m but enjoying the appetizer so far.” kyrie crinkled his nose cutely as his hands settled on zion’s calves, achoring him like the other had done for him previously. “oh, fret not, handsome,” he added, softly, “if you’re as eager to please as you claim to be, i have no doubt that you’ll be able to satisfy me like i’ve never been satisfied before.”