Mister and Mister (Saizon, NC-17)
This is something I wrote by myself and talked over with J a few times before posting it here.
It’s technically part of the gym AU universe but can also be read as a standalone.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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It was barely light out when Saifah groggily opened his eyes. A bleary glance at the clock on the other side of the room told him it was way too early to be awake. Zon and he didn’t have to be at Dean and Pharm’s new place until noon and it wasn’t even six yet.
Speaking of Zon, Saifah hooked his chin over his shoulder and inhaled the combination of his coconut shampoo and clean sweat on the sleep-warm skin, tightening the arm he had around Zon’s waist. Saifah loved Zon’s new habit of sleeping without a shirt. He loved to pretend that it had everything to do with much increased confidence in his body and nothing with the fact that summer nights were almost unbearable with clothes and no AC. Especially if you were sharing the bed with someone else.
Zon mumbled something unintelligible in his slumber and wiggled back, as if it were any possible to get closer to how Saifah was plastered against his back. It did, however, redirect Saifah’s attention to the reason he was awake way before he had to. Zon’s readjusting had also bumped his butt all the way back into Saifah’s groin, both a blessing and a curse. While the feeling of his erection snug against Zon’s buttocks was quite enjoyable, the fact that Zon was still asleep meant Saifah couldn’t do anything about it, which was less lovely.
Saifah tried to come up with an idea on how he could get rid of his hard-on, ideally without Zon noticing. Not that situations like this hadn’t already happened in the past, but usually they were both awake for them and could take care of each other.
He tried thinking about the day his grandfather showed up to the family reunion in nothing but a vest and speedos. In his defence, they had very recently had a swimming pool installed in their backyard. But the mental image had still scarred 15-year old Saifah for life.
Taking a deep breath, Saifah willed his erection to go down. In retrospect, holding his breath would’ve been a better idea. Zon’s scent invaded his nose again and Saifah’s hips hitched forward without his consent.
Saifah bit out a quiet groan. Shit, this was not supposed to happen.
In front of him, Zon moved, letting out a sleepy rumbly sound. Saifah knew he was about to wake up, though still caught in the sphere of slumber and wakefulness.
What he didn’t expect, though, was for Zon to start moving again, or, to be specific, move one part of him.
Saifah cursed, the pressure against his dick absolutely delicious. His little shit of a boyfriend was no longer sleeping. Instead, Zon rolled his ass back again and again.
Through the haze of arousal, Saifah moved his arm from where it was curled around Zon’s upper body and squeezed where Zon was just as hard as he was. It was the first time Saifah had ever heard someone laugh and moan at the same time. He found the sound quite addictive.
“Why must you torture me this way?” Saifah grumbled into Zon’s ear, earning another laugh.
“Because,” Zon complained, grinding his ass against him one more time, “you wake up fairly easily when you’re being poked in the butt by your boyfriend’s erection. What time is it even?”
“Just past six,” Saifah said, “and you weren’t complaining about my erection last night, were you?”
Zon turned his head over his shoulder and gave Saifah a satisfied smile.
“Mmmh, not even a little bit,” he said, grabbing the back of Saifah’s head and locking their lips in a kiss, easily granting Saifah’s tongue entry. They were so beyond the careful-of-their-morning-breath stage.
After a long moment Zon broke away with a wet sound, lips swollen and shiny with saliva.
“I’m going to complain even less if you give me a repeat of last night,” Zon murmured and rubbed his nose against Saifah’s affectionately.
Saifah hummed and broke away to pull off his own t-shirt and grab the bottle of lube as well as their box of condoms from the nightstand drawer.
They’d have to buy new ones soon, he thought, shaking the last condom out of the box. Saifah remembered that they had only bought said box a week ago. Maybe more than one box next time.
He turned back to see Zon lying in the same position he had left him in, except that he had lost his boxers. Zon shot him a sly look over his shoulder and wiggled his hips in silent invitation.
Sometimes, Zon switched between sexy and dorky so quickly it gave Saifah whiplash. As far as Saifah was concerned, it was one of his most endearing qualities.
Leaving lube and condom within reach, Saifah re-attached himself to Zon’s back and started trailing kisses just under his ear.
Emitting a happy hum, Zon bent his neck to give him more space and was rewarded with Saifah sucking a hickey into the skin right below his jaw.
All the while, Saifah’s hands were travelling over the planes of Zon’s body, pinching and teasing his nipples before venturing lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Encouraged by the tiny moans and whimpers Zon let out, Saifah claimed Zon’s mouth in another kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking on Zon’s lips.
One hand reached behind himself and fumbled for the half-empty bottle of lube, the other reached down to give Zon’s cock a few firm tugs.
Saifah swallowed the sounds escaping Zon and tried his best not to be distracted by the way Zon thrust into his hand. Ignoring Zon’s disappointed whimper, Saifah moved away a little to dribble some of the lube on his fingers, spreading it around evenly.
He nudged the back of Zon’s thigh with his knee as a signal. Zon pulled it closer to his body to give Saifah easier access.
Licking his lips at all the naked skin, Saifah nudged Zon’s buttocks apart and circled his entrance with one wet finger. With how much they’ve been going at it, Zon wouldn’t need all that much prep, but Saifah knew he enjoyed this part a lot.
Leaning back in, Saifah pulled Zon’s earlobe between his teeth playfully and drank in his impatient whines as his finger pressed in slowly, past the first ring of muscle.
It wasn’t long until Zon pushed back against the probing digit, so Saifah pulled his hand back only to return with two fingers. If human beings were capable of it, Saifah was sure Zon would’ve purred. Instead, Saifah dragged breathy little noises from him with every push and pull of his fingers.
In the mood to tease, he crooked his fingers and was rewarded with a sharp gasp and Zon’s walls clamping down on him.
“Saaaaaai, don’t tease me,” Zon whined, “You know how sensitive I am.”
Saifah pressed a quick apologetic kiss against Zon’s shoulder before retracting both fingers and wiping them on the sheets. He grabbed the condom and carefully ripped open the foil.
With a bit of luck, Zon would not notice the fact that the condom was blue once they were done. Saifah could already imagine the sheer mass of jokes Zon would come up with about ‘having been fucked by a smurf’.
Shaking his head to get rid of that thought, Saifah squeezed the tip and rolled it down on his dick. Without any friction for a while, the motion felt incredible. He covered his smurf-y - okay, he really hated his brain sometimes - cock with some additional lube. After all, Zon did like it wet.
“Ready, baby?”
In response, Zon stuck his hand backwards and tried to drag Saifah closer to him by grabbing onto his ass.
Saifah chuckled at the impatience, but settled in behind Zon just the same, nudging his leg forward and up. Then he lined up with Zon’s entrance and watched, as entranced as he did the first time it happened, as the head of his dick pressed closer and closer until it disappeared.
Eyes nearly rolling back, Saifah pushed the rest of the way in until his pelvis rested snug against Zon’s ass. Saifah would never get used to how amazing Zon felt around him, all velvety and hot, squeezing in all the right places.
He could hear Zon’s happy sigh at being filled and Saifah was almost overcome again with how much he loved him. Crowding in even closer, Saifah pressed soft kisses to the skin of Zon’s neck, tongue darting out every once in a while.
Saifah’s first thrusts were lazy and slow, a leisure rolling of his hips, enough to give stimulation, but not enough to get either of them off. This is how he would love to start every day for the rest of his life. Comfortably fucking Zon fully awake.
Zon pushed Saifah’s head away from his neck to attach to his mouth instead. As their kisses grew more heated, so did the movements of Saifah’s hips. No longer lazy and slow, he picked up the pace, one hand holding onto Zon’s hip to stop him from pushing back against him.
Zon’s moans got louder, and he dug his fingers into Saifah’s hand on his hip.
But it wasn’t enough.
“H-harder, please,” Zon gasped, “Sai, please!”
Breath coming quicker, Saifah rolled Zon onto his tummy with one swift move and pulled back, hands grabbing Zon, helping him get his knees under himself. Saifah stroked down Zon’s quivering sides and slid home again, immediately picking up both speed and strength.
The only sounds that filled their bedroom now were those of moans and skin slapping against skin.
Zon tried to stifle his moans by pressing his head into the pillow, but Saifah pulled him up with a strong arm around his chest, changing the angle of his thrusts.
Zon’s eyes squeezed shut as the intense sensation of Saifah’s cock hitting his prostate dead on almost made his knees give out, pre-come steadily dripping from his own neglected length. He was getting close, his moans turning a higher pitch.
“S-s-so close, Sai,” Zon moaned. The drag and pull of Saifah’s dick inside him never ceased to turn him on beyond belief.
A frustrated whine was ripped from his throat when Saifah pulled out suddenly. Zon was moved again, this time shoved onto his back.
“Wanna look at you,” Saifah almost growled, biting at Zon’s collarbones and blindly guiding his cock back into him.
Zon wrapped his arms around him tightly, ankles crossing on Saifah’s lower back. Saifah picked the pace back up and raised his face, his forehead pressing against Zon’s, both of their mouths open, sharing hot breaths.
Saifah was completely entranced by Zon, hair damp and sticking to his sweaty forehead, cheeks and ears flushed, lips cherry red and swollen. Saifah went faster, fucked Zon harder.
After only a moment, Zon’s brow started to furrow. It told Saifah all he needed to know. Wrapping one hand around Zon’s cock where it lay flushed against his belly, Saifah jerked him off in time with his thrusts.
That as well as one well-placed hit against his prostate had Zon arching his back, tightening around Saifah until Saifah saw white and filled the condom to the brim. Zon clenched around him all through the aftershocks as he rode out his own orgasm, come spurting from his cock and painting his stomach white. One particularly stubborn drop even managed to land on Zon’s chin.
Breathing heavily, Saifah wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep for at least two more hours, but there was one thing he wanted more.
He pulled out carefully, tied the condom and threw it into the general direction of the trashcan.
Once that was done, nothing stopped him from wrapping himself around Zon, pressing loving pecks on every millimetre of skin he could reach.
Zon in turn also wrapped his arms around Saifah to the best of his ability. Almost being squashed by Saifah was Zon’s favourite state of being.
“I love you, Mister Saifah,” Zon mumbled, eyes closing rapidly.
“I love you, too, Mister Zon,” Saifah replied in kind, smiling dopily.
Sated, sweaty and satisfied, both Saifah and Zon drifted back to sleep.
The rest of the world could wait.
