ZNewverse_25

I'm still trying to process what happened. Butterflies in stomach & I can't make them stop... 🦋 The way little one reached out to Zee, like... all of him, pressing his tiny wet body against his man, parting his lips, closing his eyes, touching Zee's face with his palm like Zee was smth fragile... And Zee just showered him with kisses & held his head, pressing him close, gently, tenderly. Like smth very dear. Very beloved 😌 And gosh... that's only 1 damn %. One percent of what it's like when NO ONE else is around. When there's no need to hold back. When all you can do is bury your nose in his neck, breathe him in, and just melt. How much you have to want someone. How much you have to love them, to cling like that, to hold like that. Desperate & tender at the same time. Yk what struck me the most... not even the kisses. It was everything around them. The desire, the restrained passion, the noise of the water & ppl. Zee was touching his head the way you only touch what's yours. Nhu was pressing himself against him the way you only do when you feel completely safe. That kind of closeness can't be performed. It's either there or it isn't. That kind of hunger doesn't come from nowhere. That's not just desire, that's a body that already knows another body. Muscle memory. That's the kind of familiarity you only build in the dark, in fckng bed, when no one's watching & there's nothing left to hide. Damn hot. Very much so 🔥🧯