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The clouds that had gathered in the distance opened up about halfway through your nap. The windows of the penthouse were spectacular but always made the place too cold to your liking. You slept on the couch covered in blankets, tv droning on in the background. The rain pattering on the windows helping lull you to sleep. The warmth from the blankets soaking into your skin and putting you at ease. Feeling like someone was there with you.
The sound of thunder shook the apartment as you jolted upright. After looking around you see the light on in the kitchen. You realize it was the door slamming shut, not thunder. The calm, cold rain still continued outside, albeit much darker than when you settled in. It must be late. The sound of ice being roughly dropped into a glass guided you into the kitchen as you stripped off the layers of blankets.
“Zeno, I wasn’t expecting you today. How was-?“ You stopped for a moment, taking him in. The face of Albert Wesker, but not quite, looked back at you. The blond had a weight hanging heavy in his shoulders. His dark coat slick with rain was thrown haphazardly on the counter. He looked up at you over the rim of the crystal glass as he downed the brandy. Tiredness reflected in his yellow eyes. Scleras tinged red with bloodshot and shined wet. The mask had fallen. A privilege he only allowed around you.
“Terrible day. I need a good fuck.” He paused, “Are you able to deliver?”
Your back straightened at the request, “Sure, I mean-“ you cleared your throat, “I can do that. How do you want me?”
His eyes didn’t look up as he poured another glass, “Behind me.”
You nodded, “Give me a couple minutes to get ready. You need to shower-“
“I don’t need anything other than you.” He drained the second glass and poured a third.
You closed the distance between you two before reaching up to cup his marred cheek, turning his gaze towards you. Zeno leaned into your touch. Dark lines curled along his skin, delicate and branching. Wrapping around the left side of his face, the gold in his eyes shining a beautiful contrast. His cheek is cold against your palm as you caressed the raised black marks. Your other hand brushes along his throat, tracing the elegant line of muscle beneath his skin before your palm settles against his jaw. His eyes still carried that visceral, angry reflection of the day. As he fixated on you it seemed to soften. After a beat, you reached up to pick his glasses off his face and set them delicately onto the counter.
“Shower. Then be ready on the bed for me. Because right now you are not ready. Wanting, but not ready.” With that you take the drink from his hand and down it, placing the glass on the counter. The sound of the glass against the marble rang sharply. A punctuation.
After a silence the corners of his lips quirked upward, bemused. He turned and went down the hallway. You took a breath as he left. The burn from the liquor brought you out of your sleepy state.
You had been working and affiliated with Zeno for a while now. Not long after The Connections gave him the Elpis assignment. That came with an immense amount of responsibilities that he simply couldn’t handle on his own. Especially mundane tasks of coordination, logistics and information, which is where you fell into place. Sourced by the Connections, you weren’t necessarily a mercenary or a handler, you would consider yourself a broker. A capable person with access to networks and experience in this sordid sphere. You provide and, most importantly, you don’t ask questions.
That is, until you met Zeno.
Now, he piqued your curiosity more than any other client or assignment you’ve had in a long while. You crossed paths with him often enough that your relationship became… unique. You fulfill his demands and he fulfills yours.
Under the stresses of the mantle that had been dropped on him: the legacy of a dead God and the need for the Connections to get a return on investment, Zeno needed someplace safe to show his emotions.
That someplace was you.
You were the only person he allowed to see this sequestered side of him. The only person who nurtured his softer self. He’s addicted to it. Your meetings were frequent. Sometimes favoring sitting in his office on late nights and sharing a drink together, talking.
Other times going back to your place and letting himself relax into your bed while you card your fingers through his hair.
Other times fucking until you both felt the weight of the word vanish for a few blissful hours. Tangled in each other’s thoughts and sheets.
But in this time, he craved to be your focus. Since you see him as a separate entity, in a different context than as a weapon or as a shadow of a person who once was.
You had no love for the Connections beyond the paycheck and he was aware of that. Probably one of the reasons why he chose to open up to you. If they knew about your arrangement, you’d probably be eliminated as a distraction.
Honestly, you didn’t really care.
While his world echoed that so much of him was defective, you couldn’t get enough of it.
The sound of water was soft down the hallway as you went to the closet. Changing into an outfit that bespoke your requested role. Trading your oversized tee shirt and pajamas for a pair black panties and thin bralette. You looked around before the glinting leather and latex of your platform boots caught your attention. You snatched those and your harness before putting in the boots. The shine of the latex creeping up your thighs as you zipped them up.
When you come out of the closet Zeno was there on the bed. His hair towel dried and unkempt, nude. Gold burns in his eyes, tracing your movements like a predator in the dark room. After years of being together he was still physically intimidating.
“Took you long enough-“
“Speak when you’re spoken to,” you cut him off, “and check the attitude, I’m here to help you.”
A brief, pained look rose in his eyes, “You’re right. I apologize.” His tone dropping from earlier, lower, calm.
“What was it that you wanted again?”
“You. Please.” He added the plea softly. The bite of his voice dropping as you trailed your hand over the back of his broad shoulders, feeling the swell of muscle under your palm.
“Want to talk about what happened?”
Shaking his head, he sighed. “No. I just want to forget about it. Help me?” His eyes found yours. The authority that once flashed dimming and taking on a relaxed quality with each one of your touches.
Tracing his musculature up to his jaw, you hummed endearingly. “Would you like me to get on with it or do you want foreplay?”
“Foreplay, soft then hard.” You nod, catching his lips in a kiss as you push him back into the plush bed. His tongue immediately tracing your lower lip and caressing yours tongue as you open. Taking in his scent, faint tobacco and gunpowder replaced with an expensive, spiced soap. His hands settling in your hips and holding on tightly as though you will vanish. As the kiss continues you trace down his body, reverent, bringing your hand to his throat and applying pressure. “Sweet boy…” you murmur. “I’m here for you.”
Under your grasp his throat rumbles with a moan, you applied more pressure as you knew in his modified self could handle it. His head lilted back savoring the feeling of your touch before leather replaced your fingers. You fastened his collar, black with chrome accents. Not too tight and not too loose. Running your fingers through his platinum blond hair, you pet him.
“Good dog.” He leaned forward, his cheek resting a your chest. Inhaling your scent, nuzzling into your neck. Zeno sighs and presses a gentle kiss on your skin. Trailing them up the column of your neck to your lips. You savored how he melted against you, like a superheated metal hugging at your contours and begging you to meld. Humming, you, caressed his neck as a contented sigh hummed through him at your presence, “If you were a dog, what kind do you think you’d be?” He pulled away at your question, eyes searching yours for an answer.
“Your dog, darling.” His voice a rough purr.
“Love that.” You smiled. “Of course you would be, but the breed… I feel like you would be a Doberman. You have a sharp and elegance look about you… Eager to please but,” You tug the collar so he’s centimeters away from your face, “rambunctious when untrained.”
The tickle of his breath against your skin sends a delightful shiver up your spine. This man that could break you, could kill you if he wished. He was a weapon with the scent of blood following him wherever he went. But now… he was just a man. Yours. Pliant, eyes glistening with an air of reverence and subservience that motivated you to hold and protect him as he did with you. Behind closed doors your roles changed. His eyes reflected tenderness, a love.
“I’m inclined to agree with you, darling.” He smiled softly.
“Of course you do.”
Wordlessly, he leans forward and kisses you, soft, quick, gentle pecks at first. Warm hands cup either side of your face as the kiss evolves to slow passes of tongues, breaths mingling. Reaching forward your wrapped you hand around his half hard cock, letting the hot length fill and plump your palm with each stroke. His body ran hot like a furnace. Much to your enjoyment, he was a grower. Long, thicker near the base, pale, cut with a cute pink tip that beaded with pre as you stroked him. His platinum happy trail well-maintained as you ran your fingers down his abdomen. Soft and warm, his hands wandered, caressing the sides of your breasts before taking your bralette off. As it dropped to the floor you reached up to steady his hands.
“You know how this works. You don’t get something unless you give first. You tap your heeled foot on the hardwood floor. “Can you sit for me, pup?”
Eagerness bled into that golden gaze as he nodded, taking a kneeling position in front of the bed.
Zeno is tall, but in your heels he came perfectly up to the apex of your thighs when he was on his knees. He clasped his hands in his lap looking up at you expectantly.
“Good boy,” You purred petting his hair. Taking a moment to clip the matching leash to his collar. “You can touch. Go on, I want to feel your mouth. “
Without hesitation he reached for your thighs, caressing them gently before he pressed a kiss to the top of where your boot met your knee. Latex fogging with his hot breath as he kissed his way up to your panties, looking up at you as he hooked his thumbs through the black material and brought them down your legs, you nod and continue petting his head threading your fingers through the platinum strands.
His hands returned to your thighs and spread them wide, bringing himself closer, practically straggling your leg. Even on his knees he gave the air of a predator locked onto his prey. You’re aware that his heightened senses can feel your heart beating in your chest, the slight shake in your breathing. The intensity invited you to falter, to close your legs and let him take you how he saw fit. But you pushed the thought away, you throughly enjoyed seeing him like this. Zeno leaned in close, his excited breaths painting your thighs.
“Make me believe you’re worthy of tasting me.”
“Always, my darling.” He murmured against your soft skin. His thumbs spread you open, eyes tracing the trail of your arousal that began to snake down your thigh. His grip on your hips tightens at the sight and he delivers one long firm stroke with the flat of his tongue. A soft, enthusiastic moan left him at the taste. Like Ambrosia to him, a sweetness meant for gods, something almost too good to be true. It mixed with the lingering taste of brandy on his tongue, enough that he wasn’t just drunk on the liquor. He's not sure he deserves to taste something so divine. The thought that in this moment only he is allowed to touch you, to please you, to love you, swelled in his chest.
The vibration of his pleased hum rolls through you and before you can recover, he laps at you again, slower, methodical. Every reaction you give, every moan is catalogued in his mind for later. Mapping out your pleasure with each movement. Reaffirming previous data. Seeking your mewls and moans like they gave him a reason to live.
“Loose yourself in my pussy, sweetheart. No other thoughts.” You coaxed him on as you wound his leash around your hand. Pulling him closer to you. “Feels so good, Zeno,” you praised. You felt him shifting restlessly against your boot.
“Look at you humping my shoe, are you really that needy, puppy? So pathetically cute.” You coo, applying pressure with the ball of your foot.
“Yes, darling. I need you, need all of
you-“ He groaned into you.
“Good boy, make me cum with your tongue.” Groaning, his deep voice reverberating into your core. You felt the warmth of his erection grinding into your boot. His moans vibrate against your clit as he bathes the bud in saliva while he flicked figure eights, eating messily, totally loosing himself in your pussy.
The sharpness of his nose fitting perfectly against your mound. His piercing yellow eyes drifting up to lock on your pretty, flushed face. Seeing what movements made you whine and grip his hair harder, being reassured when he felt your thighs tighten under his grip.
“Fuck- good boy…perfect tongue-” you murmured as he opened you completely to his tired, hungry gaze. A long, shaky breath exhaled against your soaked folds, warm and reverent. His lips brush and kiss the most sensitive parts of you, pressing slow, syrupy kisses over your swollen clit building up the patterned and locking in until your thighs tremble around his head.
You felt the crest of your orgasm crash over you. Groaning at your praise he didn’t stop kitten-licking you and nursing your clit gently through your peak until you yanked him away with a sharp tug of the leash. The momentary restriction of his breath paired with your taste was exquisite.
His lips and chin glistened in the low light of the bedroom. “So perfect on your knees for me.” You hum, breathless. “My good boy.” You leaned down taking his collar by the loop and pull him into a kiss. Soft lips and tongue stained with the sweet taste that he gladly shared with you.
You heard a faint “Shit.” Muttered under his breath.
“Hm?” You looked at him confused as he bit his lip. Looking down, you notice the white fluid beading up and rolling down the length of your boot.
“Did I say you could cum on my boot, mutt?” Your voice stern. Steeling yourself in a way that tried not to reflect how amazing that orgasm was that he just wrought from you.
“No, you didn’t.” His voice came out quiet.
You would the leash around your fist , “Not very well behaved, are we?”
“I am. I promise it was-“
You tsked, grabbing him by the collar and moving his head down to the floor putting his face in the mess. “Very bad boy.” You let the words linger in the air.” Clean it.” A small flash of shame welled in his eyes as he darted his tongue out to clean the latex of your boot. You reached down and tilted his chin up. “Eyes on mine.” He continued licking each curve, even parts that didn’t have a mess.
Maintaining eye contact while he cleaned your boot, Zeno’s large hands cradled onto your calf. His thumb rubbing soft circles into the supple material. See his veins and the contours of his forearms in the low light. You hummed, enjoying the foggy submissiveness in his eyes.
When you deemed the mess clean you tugged on the leash. “That won’t happen again, will it?”
“No, darling. It won’t.”
“Correct,” you purred. “Let’s get you into the bed now okay? I’m sure you’re eager to put this mistake behind us.”
You pushed him gently into the bed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He nuzzled your neck in apology as you reached down to take ahold of his erection. His enhanced stamina not having an issue with keeping up just yet.
Zeno hummed against your neck as you stroked him, restraining himself from thrusting into the heat of your palm. He was enjoying the attention. Letting his eyes flutter closed while your lips found his again.
Until he felt the bite of cold against his hot shaft. It bit and bit until it settled on the base of his cock and pressed snuggly against his balls. He hissed into the kiss, groaning at you, pulling away. When he looked down at the base of his cock the chrome cock ring glinted back at him.
“No, please, I.. I want you. Want to cum. I need-”
“Ah,” you pulled his collar. “Heel. I don’t want another mess yet. Understand me?”
He nodded, “Yes, darling.” Breath catching in his throat. As you stroke his face paying a small slap to his pale cheek. The sting bringing him into the scene with haste. He relished it. Yearning that his healing factor would let him savor the redness that pricked his skin for just a little longer before fading.
“Now, did you do any prep for me?”
He swallowed, “In the shower-“
“Let’s see then.” You trail your nails down his back and you catch the shudder that leaves him. Your thumb pressed firmly against the jeweled base of the plug he was referring to, driving it a fraction deeper. Zeno’s hips stuttered up brokenly. The polished metal base breached the ring of muscle as you worked it back and forth.
“Ah- fuck-“ He groaned out.
“No cursing.” You chided. “Such a desperate boy, you want to be full so bad, huh?” You taunted lovingly as you caressed his ass. “You did a nice job.”
“Thank you,” he murmured.
Moving him so that his back is on the bed, looking up at you while you stand at the edge of the bed. You whisper, “I know you had a bad day. So I get to fuck you until you can’t think about anything, huh?” Leaning in your lips capture his in a soft kiss, swallowing his moan as you remove the plug.
Adding some lube to your fingers you tease along his rim before pressing a digit slowly inside of him. The slick heat his ass tightens around you. You hum gently at how his body responds to your touch. Keeping up the attention, you slide your finger in and out, curling it against that electrifying spot that made him cry out and arch his back. A smug purr escapes you as you hone in on that spot.
“So handsome,” you cooed, crooking your fingers to see how he gave in so beautifully to your touch. The air fills with his moans and slurred pleads for more. Obliging, you add another finger and drizzle more lube with each thrust until he’s dripping with it.
After a moment you pull away, taking the opportunity to secure the strap you picked out to your harness. Zeno waited. Open and vulnerable, the predator supine. You liked making him wait just a little. It was only a minute but the anticipation killed him, he dazed off into his mind feeling his cock press into the duvet beneath him and leak. Before returning to him you made sure the smooth silicone was sufficiently lubed.
The head of the toy trailing down his ass made him gasp softly, pulling him back into your space, “Please darling-“
“Want me here, sweetheart? Look how you’re opening up for me.” You touch along his balls, fondling them gently.
“Yes. Need you inside me- want to feel you- only you.” He grated out, looking up at you, eyes misty with adoration. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Trying to flatter me?” You hummed, straightening up and withdrawing as you tapped his side with your hand. “Roll over for me, puppy.”
Zeno obeys as you guide your hands down his waist. He moved beneath your touch yielding so that he was on his stomach.
You grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips. His spine curved deeply, chest pressed to the mattress, ass raised.
“Good boy,” you hummed, grabbing at his ass and paying a couple of spanks against the pale flesh and watching the slaps blossom red before fading. You giggled, and an annoyed groan slips from the man underneath you. “No barking. Heel.” You tugged his leash, hard enough to pull him back onto you so that the tip grinds against his entrance. The constriction around his throat leaves him in bliss as he straightens his posture to your liking.
“Relax for me.” You cooed down at him, grinding your strap between his cheeks. Running your fingers down his back you can still feel the steeled tension of his body.
A groan tore breathlessly from his throat as the head of your strap brushes over his taint. Feeling the flared tip tease the ring of muscle. You kiss down his back, leaning down as you added more lube to your strap, jerking it off before you tease the tip into him again. The cool sensation making him shiver slightly in contrast with how warm you felt.
“Zeno?”
“Y-yes?” He turned his head back, earring swaying with the motion.
“Relax for me, sweetheart. You’re okay. I have you.” You ran your hands down his shoulders comfortingly as he nodded.
The flared head sank into him with a shallow thrust. You let it sit for a second before moving your hips in slow thrusts that have him whining into the pillow supporting his head. His hips moved back to chase the strap.
“You’re so eager.”
Nodding, his face buried into the pillow in front of him, “Please, need more.”
Humming, you take in the hard expanse of his back, muscles tensing and relaxing under your hands. Measuring his reaction as you sink into him fully. Groans left his lips like water from a spigot. You smile, seeing how every thrust jostles his earring and the arch in his back deepens as you open him up properly.
“This is the easiest you’ve ever taken it. Doing so well f’me Zeno.” You cooed, the praise making his body flush. True to form you build a slow pace, “There we go, such a sweet boy for me. Is that right?” You whisper into the shell of his ear, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage as you deepen your strokes.
“Yes!” he drools into the pillow, “I’m your good boy. You feel so amazing- your cock feels- hah- feels so good-“
“Yes you are, keep going, take it. Take my cock.” Your hand massaged comforting circles into his muscles. Taking in the sight in front of you, bending him your will. A sigh left you. “So fucking sexy for me, Zeno.”
“Mhmm,” he groaned. Savoring the warmth of your breasts pressing against his bare back. Relishing the softness in contrast with how you handled him. You can feel the sweat pearling on his skin, the heat of his body, turning his face so you can kiss him. Little gentle pecks and the softness he craves. And you're all too happy to provide.
After a moment you settled into lazy thrusts that made him let out a frustrated growl, “Faster- Please let me cum-”
If he wants to cum, you'll let him.
After a little more begging.
“Yeah?” You caressed his cock pumping it in time with your slow, deep strokes as he let out a wet, sobbing moan in confirmation. Momentarily choking on his drool that dripped onto the pillow below him.
Reaching a hand back to grasp one of yours, he nods eagerly, “Touch me.” He grated out.
“I am touching you,” You straighten up your posture, encouraging him to fuck himself back on your fake cock looking to admire his. The head is an angry dark red swollen and he's leaking like a faucet all over your pretty comforter.
“You know what I mean, fuck me hard-” Ragged breaths left him as you trailed your hand downward caressing his balls, plump from the pressure of the ring. The precum that managed to escape dripping in slow threads onto the sheets.
“Leaking for me… so messy.” You stilled your movements. To your amusement his hips canted backward chasing your strap. “Fuck yourself back on me,” you groan, taking in the sight of him in front of you. Shifting a hand to trail softly trailing down his spine Zeno followed your order to the best of his abilities. A soft sheen of sweat working up on his frame while his muscles shifted underneath you steadily working up to his preferred pace. “There we go. Work for it, sweetheart.”
“Hah, please-“ That one plea is all it took. Your hand dropped down and unfastened the ring. That moment of pressure being released allowing reprieve broke him down into a frantic mess, his thrusts into your hand wild and desperate as the overwhelming sensation took control. Gasping for breath, body stiffening under your hold, and with a guttural bark of a groan, his cock twitched and pulsed in your hold as you worked him through his orgasm. A torrent of hot cum dripping onto the duvet underneath him.
Gaze unwavering as you watch him crumble, petting his hair and cooing praise while you slowed down your thrusts in time with your hand. His cock still hard. “Fuck sweetheart, do you want to cum again f’me?”
“I will, you know I will. As many times as you want, darling. Please more-“ He groans out, breathless. Turing his head, you can see the snake of drool pooling out of his bitten lips. His sexual appetite correlates with his enhanced body so it does take a long time to get him spent. But luckily you have had practice.
“Demanding.”
“I know what I want.”
“You certainly do.” You pull out momentarily, hand finding the leash and tightening the collar around his throat again. “Flip over. Hold those pretty legs up by your ears. I want to see those pretty gold eyes when I fuck you.”
Pulling out enough for him to flip onto his back, you lift his legs against your body as you’re flush with him again. You scanned his face as you teased him adding some more lube to your strap to make sure he was comfortable. Strands of his loose platinum hair fell into his eyes, sweat beading at his temples, “Such a handsome man, you’ve been taking me so well, Zeno.” You murmur before pressing on.
Zeno melted, eyes rolling back as he took every inch in, feeling just the right amount of full, hitting the deepest parts of his insides. It hurt a bit, just enough.
“Feeling good, sweetheart?”
His lower lip reddened to cherry from being bitten so much. “Feels so perfect. My perfect girl.” His voice gravelly.
“Let go for me. I have you,” you whisper taking his lips a soft kiss. Trailing your tongue along his sensitive lower lip as you continue your pace. Deeper, relentless.
Your hands stayed locked on his hips, holding him there, grinding him down harder so her felt every thick inch sink against his sensitive walls. “Greedy, swallowing me up. Zeno rocked his hips experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as the head of your strap nudged that spot inside that made his toes curl. “That’s it. Let it out for me. Be a loud slut while you take my cock like a good boy.” You murmur, chest to chest.
He looks at you through tear-heavy lashes, his eyes glassy and gold. Nodding obediently as he lets himself surrender to that feeling of euphoria and catharsis. Every thrust is as deep as you can be and you're panting into each other's mouths. Punching a keening moan with each thrust of your hips. Turning his chin up so you can see his pretty face and kiss him in between.
"Touch yourself." You commanded, eyes were eating him alive. The blush had spread down to his chest and his breathing was so heavy he was feeling lightheaded. Zeno obeyed, as always, spitting into his hand and wrapping it around himself in slow, heavy strokes, matching your pace as you thrust into him.
It was so wet that you can both hear the filthy little squelch every time he rolls his hips to meet your onslaught. The base of the strap slaps against his taint, lube dripping. With every thrust, the tip pounds against his prostate and sparks up his spine and stars blossoming behind his eyelids.
Swallowing his moans in a kiss, your forehead pressed against his. Every savage drag of your strap makes his thighs tremble as the sound of your hips bouncing off his ass fill the room and he can’t do anything but take it.
Just as requested.
You grind into him holding there as his orgasm crashes through him like a wave- walls clamping, legs seizing, voice cracking on a sob as his cock twitches and paints his stomach with his final release.
Zeno’s enhanced muscles are shaking, from the force you wracked him with. He feels raw, erection finally flagging you pull out of him slowly, watching him gape. Stress leaving him. Lube dribbling out as he groans, leaning back onto the mattress. After a moment of admiration, you kiss his shoulders holding him close as he’s shaking. Pleasure coursing through him and eventually dissipating into a calm breaths.
“Deep breaths for me, there we go. I’m here with you.” You murmur with other assorted words of praise. Running a careful hand up his back as you gently coax him to lay down, pressing a soft kiss to his unmarked cheek. As he settles in you slip the collar off of him and set it on to the nightstand. Leaving for a moment you come back with a wet cloth and take off your boots and harness. The leather harness falls off your hips with a thud onto the ground as you unbuckle it, freeing you to crawl into bed next to him.
The dampness of the cloth kisses his skin as you clean him up. Once you’re done you throw the cloth into the hamper and hold him close. His hands finding your waist while your hands cradle his face. A misty, relieved look settled in his eyes as you both sat holding each other.
“Zeno, sweetheart,” whispering as you caressed his face, unhurriedly, “you did so well. Was it good for you?”
The gold of eyes perked up and met yours. He chuckled. Genuine and tired. “You always ask me that. The answer is always the same. It was wonderful my perfect, perfect girl.” He murmurs, taking the opportunity to lean his head on your chest. The warmth of his breaths and his nose nestled into your cleavage bring you into the calm with him.
“Always here to deliver,” you cooed, running your fingers through his platinum hair. It’s color an echo of the moon hidden in the clouds outside. Soft and dry now while his arms wrap around your waist, holding on as if a tide will take you away.
The light scratch of your nails massaging his scalp seeped calm into his body, letting his eyes flutter shut. You smile softly to yourself as he snuggles closer to you. The vicious guard dog that became tame to your touch behind closed doors.
Sometimes you’d swear if he could he would nest into your ribcage if he could. Then again, there are days where you’d want to nest in him too. To feel undeniably at home. To feel safe. To feel so at ease with someone that sharing your touch and space with them was as good as oxygen.
The devotion of such a person made your chest heavy as it often did when you thought about it. You lay like that for a few minutes enjoying the sound of the rain against the window panes.
Silently you squeeze his arm, signaling him to let you up as you get up and head to the bathroom.
Afterwards you turn on the shower, letting the water flow and get warm. You grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the vanity and put on your robe, the plush material hugging you as you grab another for Zeno too.
As you return back to the bedroom you toss him the pack. A ritual.
“Thank you for my rations.” Clasping the pack between his palms as he catches it.
“Ha ha.” Your tone dripping with sarcasm, “Maybe I should make you earn them one pack at a time.” Taking a seat on the bed you toss the robe over his shoulders.
Putting the filter between his lips and grabbing the lighter he left on the nightstand, he hums. “I’d clear you out in a night.”
“Yeah, but you have your own. They’re the fancy ones right?”
He exhales out shrugging into the soft material and tying it around his waist, “The ones I get from you are better than mine anyway.”
“These aren’t high quality or anything.”
“I know. They’re just better.”
You smile softly to yourself. “Open the window before you do that. You know the rules.”
The cold from the rain makes you shudder even under the plush layer. You huddle closer to him. He brings an arm around you, securing you to his waist.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to feel this safe all the time?” He murmurs with the filter between his lips.
“I don’t know if that will ever happen. We’re both already bought and paid for.” You spoke derisively, staring at the dark skyline.
“You know no matter what they say, you’ll be mine, and that’s enough?”
The gold in his iris brightened before Zeno said anything. “Darling, you might have to say that a couple more times before it sticks.” He blew out smoke into the night air.