John didn’t let him look for long. Before Zack could react, John grabbed him and pulled him into a savage kiss. It was more teeth than anything else, and the brutality of it made Zack’s blood sing. John started backing him toward the bed, but Zack flipped them around and pushed John down on the mattress.

“You,” Zack growled, pointing, “need to stop trying to top from the bottom. You can fuck me later if you like, but right now, it’s my turn. And I intend to make good use of it.”

John started to comment, but Zack shoved him down again until he was lying flat on his back. Zack climbed on top of him and examined him—splayed across the mattress, open and vulnerable. John relaxed against the bed, content to let him look. His hands skittered up Zack’s thighs, across his hips, over his ass. He grabbed it reverently.

Zack loomed over him, a hand on either side of John’s chest. He brought his lips within a hair’s breadth of John’s cheek and then skimmed slowly along his jawline and down his neck to his collarbones, never leaving the skin but never truly touching it either. Goose bumps popped up in a trail behind him.

“We need to talk about something,” Zack whispered. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize John’s taste.

“What?” John mumbled, half-coherent.

Zack bit his collarbone in lieu of an answer.

John moaned, tensing beneath him. “Fuck, why does that feel so good?”

“Because I’m doing it,” Zack murmured, moving down to a nipple and flicking it lightly with his tongue. John spasmed, and Zack felt every clench of his muscles.

He looked John in the eye. “We should have talked about this before, actually, but I was too caught up in the moment.”

John looked adorably confused. His cheeks were bright pink in a way that made Zack want to do terrible things to him.

“Condoms,” Zack clarified. “We should have been using them this whole time, to be honest. Though I admit, I hate how they taste.”

“Ah.” John nodded. “You’re right.” He gestured to his bedside table. “I have condoms and lube in there. Help yourself.”

Zack climbed reluctantly off of him and reached for the nightstand. He rifled through it and found an unopened box of name-brand condoms and a nearly depleted bottle of lube. He smirked.

“Is this what you were using all those times I heard a cap open while we were talking?” Zack asked.

John blushed a bit brighter and nodded.

“Who would have thought that in a few short weeks you’d have me in your bedroom, acting out all the naughty things I said to you? Let’s see if I can live up to the fantasy.”

“You already have.”

“Oh, no, sweetheart, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.”