Purpose and Desire

He could still feel it inside of him, almost as if it was moving; But he knew it wasn't. He closed his eyes, crossing his legs as he remembered the feeling of Zayne's hard cock pumping into him over and over... it dominated his mind, and he had to focus on not rocking into the chair. He wanted to feel it again. He wanted Zayne over him, in him, cumming in him... It was like an addiction. He had no control over it now and he needed it again. His body cupped and held the warm liquid as if it belonged inside him. As if he had no greater purpose beyond being filled with it. He whimpered and shuddered, holding back a moan at the thought. His fingered wrenched roughly at the edge of his skirt.
Please god let class be over...

Even when the class bell rang mercifully, Mikaela had trouble standing. His body was hot and his thighs were wet; he was damn sure he had the female equivalent of a hard on. He had to find Zayne. He ran down the hall, ignoring the confused stares of those he passed, gripping the link tightly with his mind. He followed it down hall after hall, finally throwing himself at his lover when he found him in a less populated corridor. His arms were around Zayne's neck, and he was already panting from the exersion of running the whole school. He couldn't hold back when he found himself begging with ragged breath into his lover's ear.

“Zayne please... I need you..” He was almost sobbing he wanted it so badly. Zayne's surprise showed for a second, but as before, he grinned easily as he realised he had the upper hand.
“Again? We just did before last class...”
“Please.” Mikaela cut him off with a half sob. Zayne's grin wavered, confused by the sheer need he felt over the link. He didn't get it, but he couldn't put her through the pain of denying her either. Being the more controled of the two, Zayne scanned the hall, ducking with Mikaela in his arms into a deserted classroom when he found one. When he released her, she stumbled back against the large oak teacher's desk. Her face was brightened with a blush, her mouth already slightly slack from desire. Zayne's heart pounded, surprised by how beautiful Michael could look as a woman. It still amazed him, and it still seemed like the only time he could get the upper hand on Michael. He sat on one of the student desks, looking her over thoughtfully. It was about time he could return all the torture Michael had put him through. He forced a Michael-like grin onto his face, and took control of the situation.
“What did you need?” He knew full well, but he also knew what it felt like to have to say it out loud. Mikaela's flushed cheeks turned even redder as he realised what he was going to have to do to get what he needed.
“I...” He closed his eyes, having to force out the words; They came out weak and burned at his pride. “I need you to... to fuck me.” His fingers gripped at the edge of the desk, leaving indents under his nails. Zayne enjoyed the look of the blush on her face, and played to see if he could prolong it.
“That's all? You're gonna have to be more convincing than that... We've got class in a couple of minutes...”

Mikaela's cheeks burned and her fingers wrenched the fabric at the edge of her skirt. Damnit all, he's playing with me!
“Please Zayne.. I really...” He couldn't form the words, or at least a coherent way to put them together. He had to act fast, digging deep past his pride. He was on the verge of tears when he managed to pull the honest truth out. “I feel empty, like I can't live without you inside me.” He bit his lip, heart pounding in his chest.

Zayne hadn't expected such a serious answer. He was almost overcome by the urge to jump to his lover and hold her. Almost. Michael had tortured him too many times to make it that easy. He needed to see that surrender one more time before he'd let her go. The same look he'd seen the first time they'ed been together like this; as man and woman.
“Show me.” It came out colder than he'd meant, but he knew it would get his point across.

Mikaela's blood ran cold. Goosebumps covered her arms at the command, and tears almost started in her eyes. Too damn much, it was just too damn much. Pride shattered in his chest and he dropped his eyes from Zayne's. His fingered kept their grip on the edge of the skirt; he lifted it slowly, exposing himself for Zayne's approval. His breath was ragged, nearly catching in his throat. Somehow his torture and humiliation only made the need burn hotter in his stomach, and he spread his legs further for Zayne to see.
“Please Zayne..” His voice shook as he begged “I need you in me..”

There was only so much torture Zayne was capable of. He stepped up to her, wrapping an arm around her neck as he pulled her into a kiss. His other arm took her waist, lifting her onto the desk. Her begging had more of an effect on him than he thought it could; suddenly, he wanted to fuck her almost as badly as she wanted it. He lowered his pants, wasting no time before thrusting into her. He slid in easily wet as she was. Mikaela wrapped her arms around Zayne's neck, a high moan rattling her slim frame. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he started to thrust, almost immediately loosing himself in the warmth and feel of his lover. Her moans and gasps came out loud, incoherent and impassioned, wordlessly begging him to fuck her harder. His hands grasped at her hips, grinding her hard against him, sinking his cock into her willing body over and over.. She screamed out in pleasure. His teeth found her shoulder, muffling his own low moans. She clenched around him rythmically, trying to pull him deeper and deeper into her. He kept thrusting up into her, wrenching louder and louder screams. Her nails dragged down his back with such intensity that they tore through his shirt, leaving blood-trickling welts across his skin.
Already he could feel her clenching harder, surrendering completely to the orgasm that wracked her body. Feedback over the link ensured that he followed, digging his fingers into her hips with his last thrust. He shuddered as he came into her.

Mikaela shuddered too, feeling the warm cum pour into his body, filling him. He panted, almost crying into Zayne's shoulder with the intensity of feeling still washing over his body. He clung to the boy like a savior, using his legs to hold him inside as he milked every last drop of cum from him. He couldn't stand to be separated yet.. He still needed his lover with every fiber of his being. still needed to be filled, used..His voice cracked as ragged, reverent words escaped.
“Oh god...my god...” Mikaela didn't care that Zayne would probably never realise...

She walk talking about him.