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“Zed! Eid Mubarak!”
“Been Googling, eh?”
“Oi, gimme a little credit. Didn’t need to use Google.”
Zed raises an eyebrow, fixing Louis with a disbelieving but amused stare.
“Started directly on the Ramadan Wikipedia page, didn’t I?”
Zed laughs. “Not a bad pronunciation, anyway. Nicely done. Although Eid was actually yesterday.”
Louis rolls his eyes, punctuating it with a smile. “Honoured you’re continuing the celebration with little ol’ me. Been wondering what it would take to get you to book a private session.”
“Have you?”
“Mmm,” Louis purrs, closing the distance between them, his eyes roving over Zed’s stunning face, taking advantage of not having a bloody wall between them for once.
“Well then,” Zed says, licking his lips, “You’ll be glad to know that yesterday, as I was feasting with my family, all I could think about was getting my mouth on you.”
Louis’ eyes flick to Zed’s, feeling his own pupils dilate as he watches the amber in Zed’s eyes disappear. “I am,” he whispers, leaning in so his lips brush against the shell of Zed’s ear, “fucking ecstatic to hear that.”
“Gonna bury my mouth right here,” Zed huffs, grabbing Louis’ arse. “Show you how your cock’s not the only thing my tongue knows its way around.”
“Fuck,” Louis mutters, melting against him.
Zed’s tongue does, in fact, know its way around an arsehole.
Inside, too.
And his hands know exactly how much force to exert to make Louis feel both secure and completely at his mercy as he holds Louis in place, keeping his cheeks spread apart as he absolutely devours Louis, voraciously and eagerly and like he’s consuming him from within.
Louis doesn’t remember the last time he came untouched, let alone purely from being rimmed.
But Zed sucks and licks and fucks his tongue in and out of Louis’ hole with such enthusiasm and skill that Louis can’t even formulate a thought about touching his own cock – hard and leaking and hanging helplessly from several inches above the bed – let alone send a strong enough signal from his brain to his hand to actually make such a move happen. Even if he could lift either elbow from where they’re planted in the mattress, he wouldn’t want to release his hands from their desperate grasp on the sheets, which he suspects is all that’s keeping him tethered to consciousness.
Zed buries his face deeper, forcing his tongue farther into Louis’ hole before curving the tip and dragging it out along his sensitive wall. He dives back in with a gasp and a slurp that Louis feels before he hears. Louis’ eyes slam shut and his grip on the sheets tightens to the point of hurting as he comes so hard he doesn’t register Zed releasing his hold on him or turning him over or settling between his legs.
He doesn’t register anything until he winces at a wet heat surrounding his spent cock.
Louis somehow lifts his head and his eyelids enough to see Zed sucking the cum off him. He protests weakly, but Zed’s holding his hips firmly enough that Louis can’t twist away. Mercifully, Zed moves on from his exhausted cock, licking the remaining cum from Louis’ stomach and chest, humming as he does.
When Zed’s licked Louis clean, he collapses gently on Louis’ stomach. Louis tilts his head to look down at him. He expects a smirk, but what he finds when their eyes meet is a genuine smile. An expression of pure accomplishment.
And Louis can’t just let that be.
With a burst of energy from God knows where, he flips them over, straddling Zed before he can ask what’s happening.
Louis’ cock stays soft the entire time he rides Zed – he’d come too recently and sunk down too impatiently – but he doesn’t care. He’s singularly focused on Zed’s pleasure. Too caught up in how fucking beautiful Zed’s glassy stare is. On how mesmerised he seems to be by Louis’ spent cock flopping around uselessly while Louis expertly bounces on his own.
The way Zed watches it, the way he licks his lips and mutters awed curses as he grips Louis’ hips, is almost enough to make Louis feel like he could get hard again. But Louis will never know, because his cock only twitches before Zed throws his head back and arches his back, fucking up into Louis nearly hard enough to knock him off as he comes with a long, broken moan.
“Fuck,” they both sigh as Louis pulls off and collapses face down next to Zed.
Their eyes meet, observing each other’s sated and sleepy expressions as their laboured breaths mingle between them, and Louis thinks he really ought to expand his holiday calendar.