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Zane groaned, reluctantly leaving his breakfast to go and answer his door. Swinging the door open, he saw a familiar white-haired boy.
"Travis." Zane rolled his eyes at the boy, annoyed. The white-haired boy smiled innocently back at him.
"Hey, Zane~!" Travis invites himself into the house, pushing right past Zane. He groaned in annoyance, not wanting to deal with him at seven in the morning.
"What do you want?" Zane closed the door, waiting for the short click to signify the door was locked before turning around to face the white-haired boy.
"Simple!" He turned around to face the raven-haired boy.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
"I want you."
In a swift motion, he pounced onto the door, pinning Zane to it as he stared into the raven-haired boy's icy blue eyes.
Zane's eyes widened, frantically looking around. He looked in-between the white-haired boy's pupils to search for any sign of deception.
The boy towering over him only showed signs of lust. His eyes were full of playfulness and hunger.
"Travis...are you feeling okay?" Zane asked, unsure of his actions. The boy in front of him only smiled.
"I'm perfectly fine, Zane~..." He smirked down at the boy in front of him, watching his every move. He studied his uncertain expression, and the light blush that the raven-haired boy was desperately trying to get rid of.
"Are you sure? You're not usually so..." Zane looked up at him, "touchy."
"Mm," Travis only hummed in response before lowering his lips down, settling on the shorter boy's neck. He pressed soft kisses against the boy, shocking him.
"T-Travis?!" Zane exclaimed, lifting his hand to Travis's shoulder, gently pushing him away.
Travis responded by biting down on his neck, causing for the boy in front of him to hold back a groan. His hand began shaking as Travis took his hand into his own, guiding it above his head along with his other hand.
"Travis, s-stop..." Zane whimpered, hesitantly. Travis ignored his request, sucking on the hickey he was now creating. He worked expertly, seemingly having experience in the field. He had one hand trapping the other boy's hands above his head, his other hand slowly creeping lower.
When his hand was right above his destination, he mumbled out a few words.
"Safe word's snowflake," Travis smirked. He watched the shorter boy's face mix in confusion and disbelief, but there was also a hidden emotion shown as the boy's cheeks lit up in a fiery red.
"Wha—" Zane's sentence was cut short when Travis simultaneously plunged his hand lower and kissed the boy to mute out his noises of pleasure.
Travis began rubbing in circles, supporting the shorter boy as his legs began wobbling. He was trying his best to stay silent, although wasn't very good at it.
The only thing keeping the entire neighborhood from hearing was Travis plunging his tongue into the boy's mouth, muting out his sounds while creating more.
The two parted for air from time to time, but the white-haired boy seemed to go right back in.
Although, throughout all of this, Travis noticed something.
Zane never said the safe word, even when he had the opportunity to.