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Casual sex is different from a purposeful one.
Zein had thought it would be boring--you know, because they didn’t do it for fun. But he was wrong. There was something beyond lust that made everything feel right.
Oftentimes, sex for the sake of sex felt sinful--inappropriate for the public to know. Sometimes, that was what made sex to be so thrilling. Oh, the feeling of betraying societal norms was delightful.
But sex for the sake of reproduction brought a new sensation. Nothing felt wasteful; nothing felt sinful; everything was appropriate. Even the lust.
"Haa...baby," Zein grabbed the platinum hair tight as Bassena carried him, consuming each other lips.
For some reason, their kiss was as intense as when they were separated for a long time. It was a welcome sensation for a married couple who had seen each other every day for years. The slight loss of thrill reignited in full, as if it was their first time touching each other.
They had no idea it would be this delectable. It was the first time they made love for the sake of creating a new future, since the twins were quite accidental. And it was just...different.
As they thought, they couldn’t even reach the bedroom. Hell--they almost couldn’t reach the couch. Bassena was stumbling over a footrest and saved them from concussion by the virtue of his shadow blink.
Even then, he had no mind of teleporting to their bedroom--just the nearest soft surface.
They kissed until Zein felt out of breath and choked on the air because he was chucking. While managing his rugged breath, he asked cheekily. "Should I put some guiding?"
The reply was sharp and immediate. "Don’t you dare."
"Pfft--mmh," Zein let Bassena plunder his lips again with resignation. His hands moved like an instinct, shedding the esper’s clothes.
Thank Gods for summer--there wasn’t much of it but for a sorry excuse of a shirt. The sweatpants easily vanished with a push from the heels of his feet. They had done it so often that the lack of vision did not hinder them.
Unfortunately, getting rid of their clothes meant they had to part their lips, ending the ardent kiss. Still, Bassena’s lips found their place on Zein’s neck and chest before the shirt even fully left Zein’s head. What a pair of nearsighted people--they should have worn a buttoned shirt.
Oh, who cares? Zein chucked his shirt impatiently before squirming beneath his husband’s weight and ministration. His back arched until their chest collided and his fingers already clawed into his esper’s back.
"You’re...more sensitive than usual," Bassena licked the string of saliva connecting his lips with Zein’s neck.
"Yeah?" Zein leaned back, letting his black hair strewn on the couch’s surface, closing his eyes to enjoy his esper’s warm touch over his back entrance. "Thinking about you--haa--putting a baby in me--ah!--turns me on so much."
Bassena paused his fingers. "...that your kink?"
"Pfft--I don’t know," Zein curled his eyes. "Never wanted it with anyone else before."
Bassena grabbed his guide’s thigh and hissed as his already hardened shaft bulged even more. "Damn it!"
Zein laughed in delight, licking his lips for a bonus. "Hurry up, Bas," he spread his legs wantonly, arching his back as if presenting himself. "I prepared myself already."
"You did?" the blazing gaze shifted down, staring unblinkingly at the twitching red rim that beckoned him. "When?! You should have done it in front of me!"
"Next time," Zein hooked his legs behind his esper’s back, pulling Bassena closer to him. "If you get me pregnant, I’ll do that as much as you want."
Bassena took a deep, stuttered breath. His eyes, already blazing, were flickering with worship and lust. Zein could only gasp when his esper raised his legs high and entered him completely in a single motion.
"Ha-ah! F-fuck--"
Even after preparing himself thoroughly, Zein felt the air leaving his lungs harshly as the girth filled him snuggly. Bassena groaned at the tightness, gripping him deliciously even after years.
Damn it! Damn it--what is this?!
It felt different when he knew he didn’t have to hold back. Despite being healed by Bassena’s blessing, Zein couldn’t wear contraception because of his old condition. The doctor was worried it would cause complications since his bleeding was still irregular. And so, Bassena had to control himself by either using protection or making sure he didn’t enter the womb canal.
It was still good, but...getting lost in the action was truly mindblowing.
"Is it here," Bassena frowned as he tried to recall the place he entered almost five years ago. "It’s here, right?"
"Yeah," Zein swallowed heart, choking as he replied with bated breath. "Yeah, there..."
Yeah, it must be there. It was tight, sucking him as if it was greedy. And he could tell by how Zein squirmed and shuddered that his guide felt it so much more. The lonely place that had been begging to be filled for years.
The place he kept denying.
Gods. Why did he keep denying it?
Bassena groaned and leaned down to kiss his guide, his love, his husband, who was moaning delightfully under the pressure from his weight. He loved it. The sheer realization that Zein loved it more than usual almost drove him crazy.
"Zein...Zein..."
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"Can I go hard? I can go hard, right?" Bassena asked, begged, growled against his husband’s panting lips.
"Baby," Zein chuckled deeply, grasping the messy platinum hair and biting the lips hovering above his. "You can do whatever you want today."
Bassena wondered if Zein truly grasped the power behind those words, that permission. Didn’t matter--he just did it as he intended: hard. The coach was creaking under the intensity of their movement--his movement. Zein, who was usually able to match him in prowess, could do nothing but hold on to him this time, creating long streaks on his back and upper arms.
"Shit--haa...ha-ah!"
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