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Zeke and Shao sit on the rooftop discussing the happenings of the week. This wasn’t anything new to the pair but recently things had become different. Zeke didn’t know if it was the weed or something else but he’d begun to notice Shao’s beauty. Everything about him, really. Even when the two weren’t smoking, his eyes always seemed to linger on Shao, consumed with pure longing and desire strong enough to flip the Bronx upside down if Shao asked. He was in love and he knew it. Zeke’s deep dive into his thoughts is suddenly interrupted by Shao’s voice. “Smoke this with me?” Shao asks, holding a joint in his hand.
“He’s so fuckin’ cute…” Zeke thinks to himself, grinning at Shao.
“If he looks at me like this any longer…Imma kiss him.” Shao thinks to himself, feeling his face heat up at the thought. Shao couldn’t deny that things seemed different between him and Zeke. Zeke’s smile could pull Shao out of the deepest depression and light up his world. Books was always on his mind and Shao couldn’t even go to sleep without Books being the last thought in his mind. He was falling deep in love with Ezekiel Figuero and he knew it.
“The passion in your eyes caught me by surprise and now I know I want you for my man…”
Zeke’s breath hitches, feeling the weight of Shao on his lap. Never in a million years would he think that’d he’d be this close to kissing Shaolin, his main man, best friend, and partner in crime. He finds himself hypnotized by the sepia-toned boy’s full lips, staring at them dazedly. Suddenly, a wave of courage washes over Zeke. He gently grabs Shao’s neck, pulling him into a desperate kiss, teeming with lust and desire. Zeke gently bites Shao’s lip, pulling away from the kiss, eliciting a soft moan from Shao. “Books, I want you.” Shao softly moans, grinding into Zeke. Zeke’s hands move down to Shao’s waist, rubbing circles over his hipbones. Shao mewls at the sensation, Zeke’s touch like fire spreading through his entire body. It’s different from Annie’s touch, cold and unbearable. Books’ touch electrifies Shao, fills him with butterflies, leaves him craving more.
“So baby please, keep looking at me this way and I know sunshine will light up our way…”
“Books, please touch me.” Shao whimpers in between kissing Zeke. He thirsts for Zeke’s touch. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough for Shao. Zeke’s hand firmly grabs Shao’s thigh, kindling a sensual warmth in Shao’s groin. Shao slightly tenses at the touch, a vague reminder of Annie, sitting up. Zeke takes notice, breaking the kiss and beginning to softly caress Shao’s thigh. “You good, cariño?” Zeke asks warmly. “I’ll be better once you fuck me.” Shao says, smirking. Zeke groans affectionately, Shao pulling him in for an intense kiss. Zeke hands roam to Shao’s waist, pulling Shao’s shirt off. Zeke lets his hands roam to Shao’s chest, feeling the minute twitching of Shao’s muscles under his touch, making the DJ sigh pleasurably. The DJ and wordsmiths' eyes meet, love’s fire burning fervently in their pupils. Shao averts his gaze, a tad bit uncomfortable with the vulnerability of allowing Zeke to touch him in this manner. Zeke attaches himself to Shao’s neck, leaving purple marks on Shao’s cocoa-brown skin. Shao “Books’.” Shao softly purrs, palming Zeke’s bulge. Zeke presses Shao back down to the bed, grabbing his thighs and pulling him to the edge of the bed. Shao assumed Zeke was just as nervous as he was, but when Zeke took Shao’s dick into his mouth,he instantly thought otherwise. “Oh my god.” Shao thought to himself. If this was Zeke’s first time he most definitely did not show it. Zeke gagged a bit as he tried to take all of Shao in his mouth, sending a jolt of panic through Shao. “You okay, Books?” Shao asked worriedly. Zeke pulled himself off Shao, smiling at his worry, “I’m good B, lay back down.” Zeke assured Shao, kissing his thigh and resuming his task at hand. Shao let out a staggered moan as he plopped down on the bed. Shao’s breath hitched, feeling Zeke’s tongue swirl around his dick. “Don’t stop.” Shao thought aloud under his breath. “What was that, cariño?” Zeke asked as he teasingly stroked Shao’s dick. “Don’t stop.” Shao said, slightly louder than the first time. “As you wish.” Zeke smiled, putting Shao back in his mouth, bobbing up and down. Shao didn’t know whether to cry or cum, the feeling was so pleasurable. Zeke was enjoying every minute of seeing Shao like this, in the throes of pleasure. Heat pooled in his groin as he focused on pleasuring Shao. Shao’s pleasure was his goal. Shao could feel Zeke’s hard-on grazing his calf as he basked in the pleasure of Zeke’s mouth. Shao’s hands gently tug on Zeke’s fro, pushing him further down on his dick. Zeke’s head bobs up and down on Shao’s dick, eliciting soft moans from the DJ. “Don’t stop, babe.” Shao pants desperately, mouth open in a half gasp, half moan as Zeke continues to suck his dick. “Fuck, Books.” Shao moans softly, as swallows his load. “You taste good.” Zeke says, climbing on top of Shao to kiss him. Shao gets up from the bed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Why you getting up, cariño?” Zeke asks confusedly. “You took care of me, now let me take care of you.” Shao says, kneeling, slowly pulling Zeke’s underwear waistband with that same toothy grin on his face.