Fog

Michael pressed Zayne against the wall of the dorm room. Clothes had long since been tossed aside as the two sweaty bodies collided with the cold stone in a tangle of lips and legs. Michael wasted no further time with kisses and soft touches. The fog was up and Zayne was his. He could do anything he wanted to the boy, and right now he wanted Zayne hot and writhing against the wall. Reaching down between their bodies, he grasped Zayne's cock in his hand and pulsed at the hot stretched skin. He was rewarded with a low moan against his lips as Zayne's eyes fell closed, his hips thrusting in time with Michael's strokes. Probing into Zayne's mouth with his tongue, he stifled the moan and felt Zayne arch against him. Another hand was struggling to get between them, and Michael smirked, moving back just enough to allow Zayne's hand wrap around him. He couldn't help a quiet sigh as Zayne's hand enclosed his flesh, and he thrust against the other boy, trapping their hands and forcing their swollen flesh to rub together. Another moan and Zayne's glazed eyes opened to meet Michael's.

Shit, Zayne was beautiful like this. So open and needy, his face colored from passion rather than embarrassment, begging with his eyes and body for more. It was one of the reasons Michael loved to fuck with Zayne till he blushed; it always reminded him of the way the blond looked when his face was pink with lust. Another moan; the sound shot straight to Michael's groin and his cock jumped in Zayne's hand. Zayne was practically writhing against him, thrusting wantonly into his grasp. Another low, throaty moan and a sudden urge came over him...

I gotta make him come...

If there was anything more fucking amazing then Zayne clouded with need, it was Zayne screaming in abandon as his body jerked and shuddered from an orgasm. Michael tightened his grip around Zayne, twisting the shaft expertly as he increased the pace of his strokes. It didn't take long before Zayne was panting breathlessly, and Michael could feel the tell tale tingles of pre-orgasm effecting him through the link. Michael thrust himself against Zayne, leaning in to bite down hard on his lovers neck. A few long sucks and slowed strokes and Zayne was there.

Zayne tried to squeeze his eyes shut and let his head hang down as he cried out, but Michael would have nothing to do with it. Lifting his teeth from Zayne's neck, he threaded is fingers into Zayne's hair and held his head back so his expression was visible. Even in this state of mind Zayne seemed to sense what Michael wanted because he locked his gaze with Michael's, revealing eyes so filled with emotion and raw passion that the air left his lungs like he'd been punched in the chest.

Michael fought to control his own orgasm as Zayne spurted long, hot ribbons across both of their stomachs, coating Michael's hand. The fog in his own mind was rising; the side effect from the link with Zayne beginning to show. He fought to stay in control, needing to maintain his dominance over Zayne and his own body, but it was a losing battle. Zayne was hard again, or was he just still hard? Michael quickly moved the tip of his dick between Zayne's legs, using the liquid seeping from the small slit as lube as he pressed against him. Zayne's pleasured whimpers were almost enough to set Michael over the edge and into the fog. He needed to be inside him... now. Lifting one leg with the other hand, Michael positioned himself and thrust inside in one swift movement.

Michael could feel the fog lift for that one brief moment as he penetrated, and Zayne's eyes took on a focus Michael only saw at these times. It was is if the moment was in slow motion, and Zayne was memorizing every minute detail of what was happening. That look alone almost drew Michael over the edge and he struggled to stay in control.. Then it passed and the glaze came back to Zayne's eyes as he cried out his pleasure.