“My… what for?”
He raised his now healed arm and pointed at his dick. “Some assistance cooling down would be great right about now. It can take a while if I hit a certain intensity level… an aggravating Ifrit thing. And I don’t want to be walking the corridors tenting my pants.”
“Isn’t that the norm for you?”
He grinned. “Ah, back to discussing my whorish ways, are we? And no, it’s not the norm. For one, anything that goes down is inside my dorm room so I’m never walking the halls. And I might be a bold, theatrical shithead, but there are actually certain things that I don’t put on display to the whole fucking world—or campus. Who and how I fuck being one of them.”
“Is that so?” I asked, standing up and toeing off my furry boots. With a snap of my fingers, I had them standing neatly by the door.
He followed my every move as I sat back down on the bed beside where he was still chilling on his back. I inched right up against him, then batted his hand off his dick.
“Let me see.”
“What?”
“Take it out. Let me see.”
He unbuckled his belt and popped his pants, and then I was taking in the sight of his bare dick, raging hard and desperately erect.
I reached out and ran my fingers up his shaft, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
“I can’t use that ability on you. Unless our power is perfectly balanced, you’ll be hurt. And I really don’t think being hurt here, of all places, is what you want.”
“Then what are you—”
I dipped my head and flicked my tongue at the underside of his crown.
He bucked and threw out his hand, snagging my arm. “Fuck, baby.”
I lifted my head. “Just so you know, I’m not exactly an expert when it comes to this.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never played with a cock before?”
“Yeah.”
“Huh. That makes sense with how Winter is. Knowing it was your first time, he would have considered that off the table for you, so it didn’t stress you out.”
Winter hadn’t spoken those words to me, but it really did line up with how he’d been with me that night.
When I leaned in again, Zayn pressed his hand to my shoulder. “You don’t need to do it now either, all right? I was just being a dramatic shit about the tenting thing. I’ll deal with it. It’s certainly not your responsibility to take care of it—and never let anybody use that line on you down the road, okay? Do you hear me? Men are quite capable of taking care of it themselves, so the whole blue balls thing is bullshit. You get that, yeah?”
“Aww, you’re trying to protect me from predatory jerks out there?”
“Protect is kind of demeaning for somebody of your power set, but I’m just… teaching you, I guess. You’re new to it and things could go a bad way if you meet somebody who takes advantage of that.” He sat up and eased away from me. “I’m not that person, for the record.” His gaze softened. “I really appreciate you healing me. And I’ll… I’ll sort the details of our date. We exchanged numbers at the end of class, so we’re good to go there.”
He went to push off the bed, but I blocked his path and shoved my hand to his chest, knocking him back down.
His eyes widened as I pounced on him. “I know all of that. I teased you just now becauseIwanted to. Just as much as you wanted me to.”
“Yeah?” he asked, grinning up at me.
“Yeah,” I said, returning his grin, before sweeping down and crushing my mouth to his.
The moment we connected, an aggressive surge of passion and need exploded between us.
Our lips smacked for a few moments, before I licked along his bottom one and he opened on a moan, then I glided my tongue over his, stroking and tasting.
That was the only slow and easy thing about it, because then it pretty much became a devouring.
