Chapter 31 -30 continued

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Trey's hands were steady as they moved over Zay's body, his touch firm but careful, like he knew this was new for both of them, even if he wasn't saying it outright. They had moved from the couch to Zay's bed, the room dim, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. Zay was sprawled out on his back, his chest rising and falling a little faster than usual, his eyes locked on Trey's face. Trey didn't say much-he never did-but the way he looked at Zay said everything. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, a focus that made Zay's stomach flip, made his skin feel hot and tight.

"You good?" Trey asked, his voice low, almost a rumble, his hands resting on Zay's thighs, thumbs brushing slow circles against his skin.

Zay nodded, his throat dry, his voice coming out quieter than he meant. "Yeah. I'm good."

Trey's hands slid up Zay's sides, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Zay's sweats. He tugged them down slowly, his eyes never leaving Zay's face, watching for any sign of hesitation. Zay lifted his hips to help, his heart pounding in his chest, the cool air hitting his skin making him shiver. He wasn't nervous-he told himself that again-but there was something about the way Trey moved, so deliberate and sure, that made him feel exposed in the best way.

Trey's hands were warm as they moved over Zay's thighs, his touch firm but gentle, like he was mapping out every inch of him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Zay's stomach, soft kisses trailing lower, and Zay's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets. Trey didn't rush, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second, every reaction. His fingers trailed lower, teasing, and Zay's hips jerked involuntarily, a soft curse slipping out.

"Relax," Trey murmured, his voice soft but commanding, his lips brushing against Zay's hip as he spoke. "I got you, love."

Zay exhaled shakily, his hands flexing against the sheets, trying to do what Trey said. "I'm tryin', man."

Trey chuckled low, the sound vibrating against Zay's skin, making him shiver again. "You good, Zay. You always good with me."

Trey's hands slid under Zay's thighs, lifting them slightly, spreading him open, and Zay felt his face heat up, his breath catching. Trey leaned down, his lips brushing against the inside of Zay's thigh, kissing slow, deliberate, before moving closer, his tongue darting out to tease. Zay gasped, his hips bucking up, a low moan slipping out before he could stop it.

"Fuck, Trey..." Zay's voice was strained, his hands gripping the sheets tighter, his body trembling under Trey's touch.

Trey took his time, his tongue exploring, slow and thorough, his hands holding Zay's thighs steady. Zay's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his head falling back against the pillows, his mind spinning. It felt good-too good-and he didn't know what to do with himself, didn't know how to handle the intensity of it.

"You taste so good, baby," Trey murmured, his voice rough, his lips brushing against Zay's skin as he spoke. "You doin' so good for me."

Zay's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitching at the praise, his body trembling under Trey's touch. "Trey, man...you gotta chill..."

Trey chuckled again, the sound low and warm, his hands tightening on Zay's thighs. "Nah, I ain't gotta do nothin'. Just lemme take care of you."

Zay groaned, his head falling back, his hands reaching down to grip Trey's shoulders, needing something to hold onto. Trey's tongue kept moving, slow and deliberate, and Zay felt like he was losing it, his body tense and trembling, his mind a mess of sensation.

Trey pulled back after a while, his lips shiny, his eyes dark as he looked up at Zay. "You good?"

Zay nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yeah...yeah, I'm good."

Trey reached for the lube on the nightstand, his movements slow, deliberate, giving Zay time to catch his breath. He coated his fingers generously, his eyes locked on Zay's face as he leaned back down, his free hand resting on Zay's stomach, grounding him.

"Relax for me, love," Trey said, his voice low, firm, his fingers brushing against Zay's entrance, slow and careful. "Tell me if it's too much."

Zay nodded, his breath catching as Trey's finger pressed in, slow and steady, the stretch unfamiliar but not painful. Trey moved carefully, his eyes never leaving Zay's face, watching for any sign of discomfort. Zay's breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets, his body tensing for a moment before he forced himself to relax.

"You good?" Trey asked, his voice soft, his finger stilling inside Zay, giving him time to adjust.

"Yeah," Zay breathed, his voice shaky. "I'm good. Keep goin'."

Trey nodded, his finger moving again, slow and deliberate, stretching him open, preparing him. Zay's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling under Trey's touch, the sensation intense but not overwhelming. Trey added another finger after a while, his movements slow and careful, his free hand stroking Zay's thigh, grounding him.

"You takin' it so good, baby," Trey murmured, his voice rough, his eyes locked on Zay's face. "Look at you. So pretty."

Zay's eyes flew open, his cheeks flushing at the words, his breath hitching. "Trey, man...you wild."

Trey smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Zay's stomach, his fingers curling inside him, hitting a spot that made Zay's whole body tense, a loud moan slipping out. "I mean it. You always look good, but like this? Damn."

Zay's breath caught, his hips jerking as Trey's fingers pressed deeper, slow and deliberate. He was close, so close, but Trey slowed his hand, easing off just enough to keep him on the edge, his free hand stroking Zay's cock in time with his movements.

"Not yet," Trey said, his voice firm, grounding. "I ain't done with you, love."

Zay groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets. "You playin' with me, man."

Trey smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Zay's hip, his fingers still moving, slow and careful. "Nah. Just makin' sure you ready."

Zay's breath hitched as Trey's fingers withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and aching, his body trembling with need. Trey reached for the lube again, his movements slow and deliberate as he coated himself, his eyes never leaving Zay's face.

"You sure?" Trey asked, his voice low, serious, his hands framing Zay's face as he leaned over him.

Zay nodded, his throat tight, his hands gripping Trey's shoulders. "Yeah. I'm sure."

Trey kissed him then, slow and deep, his body pressing Zay into the mattress, grounding him. "Tell me if it's too much, Zay. I mean it."

Zay nodded again, his breath catching as Trey entered him, slow and steady, the stretch burning but not unbearable. Trey moved carefully, giving him time to adjust, his hands gripping Zay's hips to keep him still, his breath hot against Zay's neck.

"You good?" Trey asked, his voice rough, strained, his hips stilling as he waited for Zay to adjust.

"Yeah," Zay breathed, his hands sliding up Trey's back, his nails digging into his skin. "I'm good. Just...go slow."

Trey nodded, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate, deep, giving Zay time to feel every inch of him. Zay's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body trembling under Trey's touch, the pleasure building, sharp and intense. Trey's hand slid up to grip Zay's neck, his thumb brushing against his jaw, grounding him.

"You takin' it so good, baby," Trey murmured, his voice low, almost a growl, his eyes locked on Zay's face. "Look at you. So fuckin' beautiful."

Zay's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitching at the praise, his hips lifting to meet Trey's thrusts, the rhythm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. Trey's hand moved to Zay's cock, his grip firm as he stroked him in time with his thrusts, slow and deliberate, drawing it out.

"Trey-" Zay's voice broke, his body shuddering as he came, his hands gripping Trey's shoulders like he was the only thing keeping him grounded, his breath hot and ragged against Trey's neck.

Trey's rhythm faltered, his hips jerking as he followed Zay over the edge, his breath hot against Zay's neck, his hands tightening on Zay's hips. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room, the air heavy with the weight of what they'd just done.

Trey pulled back slowly, his hands gentle as he brushed Zay's hair back from his face, his eyes searching Zay's. "You good, love?"

Zay nodded, his eyes heavy, his body boneless, his breath still coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yeah. I'm good."

Trey kissed him then, slow and deep, his hands moving over Zay's body like he was memorizing every inch of him, his touch gentle, grounding. Zay's hands slid up Trey's back, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as they kissed, slow and unhurried, the tension easing, replaced by something softer, deeper.

When they finally pulled apart, Trey's hand lingered on Zay's hip, his thumb brushing against his skin, his eyes soft, warm. "You did good, Zay. Real good."

Zay smirked, his eyes half-lidded, his voice hoarse. "I know."

Trey chuckled, shaking his head, his hand tightening on Zay's hip. "Always talkin' shit."

Zay's smirk widened, his hand sliding up to cup Trey's face, his thumb brushing against his jaw. "You like it."

Trey didn't answer, just leaned down to kiss him again, slow and deep, his hand sliding up Zay's back, pulling him closer. And for once, Zay didn't feel the need to fill the silence with words. He just let himself feel it, let himself be in the moment, with Trey, knowing they had crossed a line they couldn't uncross, and he was okay with that. More than okay.