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Twelve minutes into the first match, Ezreal and his support, Leona, had already stacked up an impressive eight kills against the opposing team. He owed histheirvictory to sheer luck in the team-building process and the rest he supposed had to do with the enemy ADC being overly aggressive, but purely driven by instinct in retrospect. Leona kept him on edge throughout the game, preventing the blonde explorer's advantageous boldness from ultimately becoming his downfall. He maintained his focus in the case of an enemy gank, which, to his surprise, never came, while steadily harassing the nearest turret.
"Be careful," Leona warned like a mother supervising her unruly child. "A few victories are no reason to act carelessly." The last swing of her solar sword crumbled the turret into rubble and the two swiftly retreated before the enemy pair could avenge their losses.
"Yeah, yeah," Ezreal replied with a grin, blasting a few more arcane shots towards a few unsuspecting minions. "Have some fun once in a while, lady." Eight kills, he thought, were more than impressive enough to parade himself around to unsuspecting enemies and have them flee in fear. His own lane was boringly stagnant and the hunt was hardly rewarding now that Ezreal had enough to roam the map. He and Leona had undoubtedly won their lane, but he couldn't say the same for his teammates, specifically his top laner.
As the tenth "An ally has been slain!" announcement boomed overhead followed by the all-too-familiar notifications of consecutive slaughters, Ezreal felt a tight knot of adrenaline twist in his gut. He knew the top laner was no other than Zed, a formidable threat his support had warned him to avoid until late game. But the overzealous explorer trusted his own score and knew there was no other enemy champion better matched for him than the assassin. His pride led him out of the bottom lane undetected by his support, until her cries of distress were far too distant for him to hear in the thick underbrush of the jungle.
As he crossed into enemy territory, he installed a few wards to illuminate his way, almost surprised he hadn't stumbled into any of the junglers or heard the dying cry of the Baron. It was too quiet.
Then, as Ezreal's mechanical arm pushed aside some thick leaves, Shaco's jack-in-the-box popped out of the brush with a maniacal laugh. "Augh!" Pure fear overrode Ezreal's senses, forcing him to crawl backwards on all fours from the nightmarish toy from hell. The trinket bounced in place eerily before it vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Ezreal to simmer in embarrassment. "Nice one, Shaco. Real funny," he muttered to himself as he picked himself off the corroded dirt patches.
He hoped nobody from the enemy team had witnessed his moment of weakness, especially not Zed.
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"Cut the last breath from them!"
The game had just begun. Though the drafting didn't go well and he was sure his teammates who were to protect the bottomlane had a concerning conversation before the battle had started, but Zed didn't let the words stick in his head. The red-clothed, blade-riddled assassin had his arms behind his form as he flew from one foot to the other. Wind had whipped against his mask as he ran straight up to the toplane. A simple path, and yet, Zed had come to a full stop at the end of his tower's reach. The sight of the large Demacian and his beefy sword had been enough to make Zed pause. Even with this enemy doing a silly dance in his big armor, Zed's eyes peered over the shadows elsewhere.
It was always a pleasure for the Master of Shadows to monitor the quick work of his friend, Shaco. They were both quite lethal and deceptive, but Shaco took home the prize if it was a competition on who played the most mind games. Between terrorfying toy boxes and even vanishing acts, even Zed had a hard time keeping total focus on where his friend was and what he was up too. It was clear from Shaco's position, the enemy jungler was going to miss out on some of the camps. Forfeiting nothing to steal something was a great way to secure a lead.
The eyes of men and women, Champions and Summoners alike were scouring over Zed's sleek body. At this level of competition, most of the game would be viewed intently by many, even by fellow champions in the match. Zed was marked as a crowd pleaser, a lady's man. Even Garen's dear little lux was confused by Zed's charms. The shadow assassin bad boy was all over her mind, even now, as she spectated the game and fought with herself to cheer for Garen. That's what made this match so sweet for Zed, Garen was going to get steamrolled and Zed can continue mind-fucking the blonde Demacian sow. It was a taste of depravity that he enjoyed maliciously.
About half the game had passed as kills were traded back and forth. Zed dominated the top lane, but the enemy Ezreal had been competing for second place by subjugating and destroying the bottom lane. With teleport down and a fresh respawn timer, Garen was well off the map and Zed was low from diving the tower. It would normally be foolish to try something like that, but between Death Mark and Zed's massive lead, nothing was truly impossible. A sensation he would revisit as he noted Ezreal's trek through the middlelane and into the top-side jungle. A smile creeped behind the evil mask as Zed threw a living shadow into a nearby brush near the jungle and then he crept into a typical bush to recall in. Upon leaving vision, Zed swapped places with his Living Shadow and began to sneak through his jungle. His silence throughout these motions wouldn't portray how Zed's hidden heart began to make a little pitter patter.
The sight over Shaco's boxes had been but one of it's many utilities. The trap would hide anywhere, in a bush, or in plain sight. It stealthed from view as it's monsterous center-piece had waddled back and forth in sheer delight. Once someone, like Ezreal, stepped into it's trigger range, the trap would spring to life and force almost any target to flee in terror. So it wasn't the blond adventurer's fault as the sudden trap seized his facilities so easily and made him move as he did. Sadly, even after gaining his composure, Ezreal's nightmare had only begun. Zed knew that Lux had somewhat of a thing for this Golden Boy, and he wondered if it was possible by definition to cuck a woman. Without making a sound, two long arms had crept from the bush at Ezreal's back. Advancing without alarming the smaller, but confident male. That is, until they made their move. One gloved hand going for his mouth, the other moving to cover his chest before the Master of Shadows would attempt to drag his prey into the Bush with him. The goal was to pin the young male against his hard leather chest armor.
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He stood there for a minute or two regaining his composure, dusting off whatever dirt and debris that clung to his rustic explorer-type garments. Granted, the color of his outfit matched the mud that clung to it, but it was still embarrassing. Shaco was probably cackling in the distance, or hopefully unaware of Ezreal's predicament. Only now did the blonde adventurer realize that he was treading in enemy territory without any back-up, making him completely vulnerable to a double-team. If Shaco were to dupe him with his invisibility skills, he would easily fall victim for Zed to finish him.
"Man," he mumbled in dismay, temporarily pulled out of focus to rub needlessly at the gem studded in his mechanical arm piece. Even if he had been paying attention, he wouldn't have been able to detect Zed's elusive footwork as they drew nearer. When a gloved hand closed firmly over his mouth and dragged him backwards, Ezreal kicked instinctively at nothing. So, maybe he really was like a helpless infant without the CC of his support which would have proved to be useful in apprehending his assailant.
At first, he thought it was Shaco, but the mad clown wouldn't have spared him a second before plunging his daggers into his body out of blood lust. Kidnapping wasn't the jester's style, nor was Ezreal.
It didn't take more than feeling that broad armor pressing firmly against his back and the assassin's breaths tousling his blonde locks to identify his abductor. Was he surprised? Yes. Was he aroused? Secretly so. It was no secret that the blonde explorer harbored something like a puppy crush on the assassin the same way all the female champions admired a bad boy with a slightly deranged thirst for blood. Of course, his attraction towards Zed was kept more discreetly, but not so his arousal was kept hidden, as well. He visibly shivered in the assassin's hold, wondering if he liked the spike of adrenaline Zed's blood-covered armor gave off when he took a rushed inhale. This was the type of danger Ezreal sought.
"Let go, Zed, before I blast a hole in you!" he shouted through the assassin's thick glove, his words no louder than muffled noise behind the leather. The marks on his cheeks and the centerpiece of his arm brace glowered threateningly, however, even if the blonde made no move to free himself from Zed's grip.
The irises of his eyes shone a deep blue as his imagination wandered to lewd thoughts revisited of the assassin's lips (he wondered if they were soft) pressing onto his neck. He thought of Zed making love to him and his deep, masculine tone of voice carrying the blonde's name in the midst of moans and groans. These thoughts were more effective at binding Ezreal to the spot than any champion's CC. But his pride was undefeated. After some brief contemplation and inner struggle, Ezreal chomped his teeth into Zed's finger (hoping it wasn't only a clone) in exchange for an actual skill aimed at the assassin.
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The pair were together, never being so close in any other moment before. Few got to rest their back against Zed's bloodied armor, and far fewer did so without a couple of jabs and a swift death. Yet, the red garbed man behind the mask merely let his breath out into Ezreal's hair as he held the shorter male by his chest and face. Not a doubt, sending the spectators through quite the spin as they were surely expecting one of the males to attack. Instead they remained close, the blond was inside the assassin's arms. Trying a skill shot at this range could greatly improve the odds of said attack landing, the lack of distance reduced time spent in the air and time that it could be dodged. Even with this information, the two remained in place.
Zed adored the male he had captured. Speaking not a word of this attraction to any of his small list of sadistic friends, and for good reason. Even though the two had been locked in combat before, Zed never had such a perfect moment to pull his secret flame out of the fight and into the shadows, to be seen but not interrupted. Zed wasn't the best at displaying his affection, but he knew that robbing Ezreal of time on the map, his sweet score, and getting some gold for it, wouldn't exactly help.
He began to have his own imagination run lose. What was normally an array of different angles to stab to make an enemy bleed had suddenly became something more, something finally warm. Before the killer had a chance to act on these thoughts, Ezreal had began to glow and shout into Zed's glove. While intimidating to most, Zed knew the pause up to now had already betrayed Ezreal's attempt to look cool and be intimidating. That is, until Ezreal's lips opened and his teeth took Zed's finger. A small amount of damage had fallen from Zed's already fairly low health bar. He had the health to survive some ranged fire from Ezreal, and maybe an arcane shot or two. And even with this display of aggression and his low health, Zed didn't pull away or plunge his blades into the smaller male's side. He only gave a soft grunt to the pain and his hand on Ezreal's chest pulled him even more.
With this initial reaction, Zed had rest his head against the rock wall behind him. As the bite came at an unexpected moment, while Zed was slowly opening up, it was hard to have felt prepared for it. After a pause, Zed's rough voice had left his mask with a soft tone. "There is no need to be juvenile. Your friends may see you, but we are too far away for their ignorant steps to reach us." Zed's words may have felt like insults to those who did not know him. But, his words were about their discipline. He meant that, had they learned a technique or trained more, they would close the distance faster. It was possible that anyone curious about Zed's past would understand the meritocracy that he lives in. The world of rigorous training and victory by any means was Zed's world. "Though the shadows won't conceal us..." Zed had trailed off as he felt the urge to touch Ezreal grow and the pain from the bite was throbbing, but unimportant.
Just as the last syllable left his lips and pushed past the teeth of his mask, Zed moved his hand to a more appropriate angle. His middle finger came to his index finger's side before both fingers began to erotically toy with the blond's mouth. The distance, if there was any, between Ezreal's rear and Zed's hips had been closed. In the sensations of the moment, he was sure he was the one who closed the distance, but he wondered if he was the only one to have made the motion. "Give in. Ezreal." He spoke in a husky whisper as his mask made his voice rumble in a hollow, scary way.
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What surprised Ezreal the most was Zed's lack of an aggressive response. He had expected one of the assassin's two-pronged daggers to splice his digital body into pieces by now, but what he heard against the shell of his ear was a pained grunt and nothing more. He almost felt sorry for biting him in the first place but he supposed a nip was best to test the waters than a bolt of arcane energy that could actually deal damage. It wasn't like he had wanted to hurt Zed, not exactly, but this... wasn't what he had in mind, either.
In his peripheral vision, he saw Zed's blades glistening against his arm brace, stained crimson with the blood of his allies. A part of him knew this was wrong, that he was eloping with the enemy (not just an enemy, but the most fed champion on the opposing team), but Zed's seductive tone of voice blurred such concerns. "Is this what you wanted to do to me all along?" he asked, his own voice betraying his stubbornness.
He was once more surprised at how gentle the assassin's fingers grazed across the cushion of Ezreal's bottom lip, having expected nothing less than rough treatment in this predicament. This time, he complied, experimentally flicking his tongue over the two digits even if all he could taste was the bitter hide of leather. He felt Zed's hips press against his and, for a split second, he wondered if what he felt was armor that covered the assassin's crotch, or something else. Regardless, he arched his spine to grind the taut curve of his ass against Zed's front, hoping to evoke some passionate reaction from the stoic assassin. The "silent and mysterious" facade was cool and all, but Ezreal could only imagine how arousing a mute lover could be in a sexual context.
He huffed when Zed spoke his name, his knees going weak and heart palpitating like he was some lackadaisical schoolgirl falling for the wrong type of guy. "Just," he exhaled quickly, using what quick reflexes he had to turn and face the assassin, still encased in his arms. "I want to see you."
It was a silly request given the circumstances of his capture, but Ezreal wouldn't have given in so easily in the first place if it wasn't Zed. One gloved hand rested on Zed's blade, the other gliding up the other male's full suit of armor to his mask. Compared to Zed, Ezreal was far less geared, his boyish face freckled with dirt and framed messily with locks of ash-blonde hair in plain sight. "What, you're going to keep this on?" he teased in disbelief, leaning in to press a clumsy, but wanting kiss to the mouthpiece of Zed's mask. "Don't you want to kiss me?"
His cerulean gaze flickered downwards for a split second, an impish grin crossing his features. "Or do you want a kiss down there first?"
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The idea that Zed was betraying his team to finally give his bold golden boy the attention they both craved, well, it never crossed Zed's mind that way. The rest of his team, baring Shaco, had been far from comrades in his eyes. Whether the official declaration for the match had been Victory or Defeat, Zed had his win condition in his clutches and he didn't care about the match beyond this moment. If the growing physical tension had alloted Zed any time to consider the match in any meaningful way, there was plenty to say about his actions favorably. Firstly, it was his job as an assassin to take big damage threats out of the fight. The handsome attack damage carry, who rode his lap, happens to have the majority of the gold on the enemy team and an impressive score. Secondly, it wasn't like he was letting the enemy surivive on low health.
Quite the contrary, it was Zed who was benefiting from this exchange the most. His Living Shadows technique was a formidable escape tool. But, Ezreal was no fool. He matched Zed's mobility and greatly out-gunned Zed at a range. So, no matter how the dice is rolled -or, who is rolling it- Zed was making a killer play. Not to mention, probably freezing Lux's heart over before stomping on it repeatedly. There were just so many ways to derive pleasure from this moment. But, with Ezreal's body against his, Zed wouldn't need any other reason to feel good.
Their contact at Zed's hips had been mutual and just a few small movements were all he needed to confirm this suspicion. And as for Ezreal's own curiosity, with just a brief rundown of Zed's legwear, a filthy truth could be determined. Zed wore black ninja pants and a red cloth covered his right hip before looping around to the back. That hard place that Ezreal had been paying plenty of attention too wasn't a sword hilt either. He wasn't quite to the point of groaning, so it wasn't immediately obvious for the blond Explorer as they kept up their motions. What upset Zed most was that he hadn't taken his gloves off before exploring his partner's soft mouth and flicking tongue. He detested how the leather blocked so much of Ezreal's appreciation of the gentle fingers.
Though all this action had Zed'ssecret weaponready for delivery, it was what Ezreal did next that had brought life back into Zed's heart and heat to his face. At Ezreal's initial huff, a response to hearing his own name, Zed felt his whole world take a pause. He never knew he could be so attentive to someone else's body, at least not like this. Zed had experienced sexual encounters before, he was the mysterious man in the dark. But, when Ezreal made this sound, Zed had to hold him so close. His fingers leaving the boy's mouth to hold him so tight that he could feel at least some of the ways his body responded to his voice, through his hard leather armor. Zed wondered if Ezreal could tell how he changed reflexively in response to this seemingly smallest detail.
Zed had felt more unprepared than ever before. Ezreal had him holding the smaller body in his arms. Sheltering the male like a tiny whisp of a candle flame. That was almost the point where Zed was about to say something uniquely Ezreal's, a short phrase he wouldn't utter loudly and never to anyone else. But, cutting him off before he could foolheartedly throw all of his chips onto the table, Ezreal turned in his arms and took a good look at the steel mask that hid Zed's face from view. The request to see Zed wasn't met with an immediate response. He'd been wearing his hard leather, metal, and red cloth since he had slain Shen's father so long ago. He didn't exactly wear it when he cleaned his body or slept, but it became his face and body. So much so, that the world has forgotten his human face. Even his own clan had begun to speculate at what lies beneath the steel visage. But, there was no time for the assassin to truly process the request as Ezreal continued to take control of the scene with his boyish charm. The gloved hand against his armor, traveling up to his mask. The other glove, dangerously wrapping around one of Zed's blades attached to his forearm. And then, the second inquiry to his mask uttered by Ezreal's lips before they clumsily met the teeth of Zed's mask. Ezreal undeniably seized control by this point, but he continued his play further. The way his exotic eyes peeked downward after his first mentioning of their kiss, it was followed up with the most heart-pounding question Zed had ever recieved about his cock.
The ninja, Master of Shadows, had never wanted to take his mask off so badly. And had never been more thankful that he wore it. His ice cold flavor of cool was melted by the ways Ezreal could use his mouth. Zed's whole body had been put into motion to reclaim his place on top. The assassin's hand had taken to Ezreal's hip, the same side as Ezreal's hand that touched his mask. The very next second, Zed had the duo swap places and guided Ezreal's back against the Rock Wall so the speed wouldn't cause discomfort. Immediately, he shoved the blades, on his forearms into the dirt on both sides of them. What came up was his bare forearms, only loosely clothed in red, along with a pair of bleached, bone colored hands. These hands took to Ezreal's chest as Zed brought the forehead of his mask to Ezreal's forehead, the steel had ruffled the Ash-blond hair. In a hushed tone, his husky voice eched past the mask like before.
"Your kiss... Ezreal, is this your first?" The normally cut throat man hadn't put a word on the end to specify. Was he really going to steal away Ezreal's first kiss, his first sexual experience? The weight of Ezreal's answer would have kept Zed still as he studdied the boy's cerulean gaze. However, Zed wanted to give his partner just a little more. With his left hand taking Ezreal's shoulder, his thumb laying across his collar bone, Zed pulled back just a bit. Looking all the way to his right, Zed's right hand gripped the heavy steel mask with a tightness that would lead onlookers to believe the mask had clung to Zed's head. Just as he had begun, Zed's right hand pulled the mask upward, just enough to reveal the first bit of his pale neck. Bone colored, as if it were bleached and had it's life sucked away, just like his hands. The pause was only for a second before mask had started to be pulled away from his face.
At the next pause, thick shadows concealed his facial details from Ezreal. That is, until a single red glowing iris moved to peer at Ezreal. Finished with his mask play, Zed tore the mask away completely and let it drop to the ground. His skin looked lifeless, but smooth, like polished stone. His eyebrows were ebony and his hair had been silver. The man under Zed's mask was way too attractive for the imagination of his victims, so the reveal had to be done in a dream-like fashion. Their positon had been strategic, hiding away the angle of spectators by his red hood, and shielding the pair from the prying eyes of their fellow champions in the bush they occupied. Even in their heated contact, Zed was a die-hard tactical ninja.
Zed's colorless lips had come to meet Ezreal's, taking his bottom lips in a movement of both hunger and anticipation. The boy had teased this moment, but Zed's body hung over his in a domineering fashion. Taking the kiss in a deep, skilled way. Zed had talent and practice in both his combat and his passionate contact, he intended to blow Ezreal's mind with both. As the kiss carried on for what must have felt like hours, Zed's right hand cupped his partner's cheek before their lips parted. His eyes took took a pause before opening. The scarlet and cerulean gazes met as the ninja gave a knowing smile. His bone colored eye lids drooping to give a cunning effect to his features.
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Ezreal knew that requesting that Zed shed his mask was a shot in the dark, but the blonde explorer wasn't exempt from the masses that desired to gaze upon the assassin's face. Perhaps, like some other masquerading champions, Zed had no physical face and was something like a conglomeration of his shadows. Even so, he wanted to know the man or thing that peered at him from behind the steel prison of his mask. But he wouldn't pry any more than he had. If Zed refused, Ezreal would feel at worst a pang of disappointment, but it wouldn't be enough to coax the assassin to reveal his true identity. The assassin's touch was appreciated more. At least, for now.
One second he had been gazing into Zed's gleaming crimson eyes (or what he thought were eyes, anyway), the next he was pressed against an impenetrable wall of rock and foliage. Too many times had he been slammed against the very surface of this same obstacle by Azir or Gnar's Ultimates, but this type of pressure was appreciated; desired, even. Ezreal hadn't thought the cold-blooded ninja had an ounce of gentleness in him to be able to handle him this way, but he did, and Ezreal's lithe body was thankful for the lack of bruises today. Maybe later he'd find himself begging for them. Ezreal exhaled softly, hands gingerly resting on Zed's bare forearms to feel his cold flesh. Even the metal against his forehead felt chilling, as if Death itself had pressed upon the explorer's flushed skin. But the blonde still felt Zed's tense veins spiraling up his muscled forearm, even if his sense of touch was limited by the gauntlets he wore. Just as he had thought, Zed's arms were thicker than his, honed by years of carrying a set of blades far heavier than Ezreal's arm brace.
He was temporarily pulled from his state of shameless admiration for Zed's arms, however, when the assassin asked him if this was his first. His first what? Kiss? Flustered, the blonde sputtered in embarrassment the first remark that came to mind. "You're kidding! Of course it's not!" But it was. He didn't think the innocent peck Lux had placed on his cheek counted as the sort of "kiss" Zed referred to, and even so, the gesture had done nothing to educate Ezreal in the methods of sex. Right now, he was solely relying on his instincts, hoping that his eagerness wouldn't come off as unattractive to the stoic assassin. Surely, Zed had to have some experience with a few "talented" female champions who shone in comparison to Ezreal's obvious lack of skill. But... Zed didn't have to know that.
"Why... does it matter to you, anyway?" he asked, his tone of voice just slightly deflated with the crippling thought that maybe Zed preferred more experienced partners. Maybe his clumsiness was a turn-off. All the doubts and insecurities that clouded his state of arousal ebbed, however, when Zed touched his mask, jostling as though to remove it. The tension of the reveal was palpable in both the air and in his throat as he swallowed a lump, irises blowing wide at the sight of sensuality incarnate. He was beautiful! For the longest time, Ezreal had imagined the assassin to resemble someone of a stockier, burlier stature with facial hair, like Graves or Yasuo. But Zed was nothing like the aforementioned two and belonged in a category of his own. His skin was pale just like his hands, gleaming, almost, with silvery strands of hair that fell like webs of moonlight against his snow-white complexion. Ezreal couldn't be more astonished at how gorgeous Zed really was, but when the initial shock dissipated, he almost felt sheepish and possibly unattractive in comparison to the handsome champion.
Ezreal was good-looking, yes, but only in that "boy next door" sense. His facial features were far too boyish to be considered handsome or even effeminate, and the wily way his hair was kept hardly helped his rugged look appear more elegant like Zed's. Now he understood why all the female champions preferred someone like Zed over him. It was like they knew all along!
His throat dried and he suddenly felt compelled to compliment the other male. Something about his eyes! His lips! His hair! "You look... good."
'Damn it! That wasn't what I meant to say!'
Even then, the panic vanished as he felt Zed's lips against his. They were surprisingly warm, and it only registered a full second later that Zed's face was on his, which meant the other male had willingly kissed him! Warmth bubbled in his chest (and the pit of his groin) as the kiss deepened, his lips following Zed's in a slow dance where the assassin led and the explorer followed with meek invitations of parted lips and gentle flicks of his tongue. "Zed..." he accidentally moaned into the other male's mouth, simultaneously trying to tug off his heavy gauntlets so they dropped to the patches of dirt where their weapons lay scattered. His warm hands snaked up the column of Zed's neck, slipping beneath the crimson hood and tangling into the silvery strands of hair that had been concealed before. It felt wonderful to hold Zed, the human Zed, like this.
Ezreal stubbornly pressed his lips to Zed's again when the assassin pulled away, wanting to prolong this for at least a minute longer. He even figured out a way to tilt his head to deepen the kiss, just so he could share a breath more with Zed. His Zed.
"I thought of you, Zed," he confessed, the marks on his cheeks glowering as the heat rapidly rose to the tips of his ears. "I thought of you a lot when I was by myself. How you'd kiss me, mark my neck, take me anywhere you wanted with my clothes just barely hanging onto my body." His hand experimentally lowered to the assassin's crotch, his palm feeling for a bulge against his hip, thigh, anything. "I even..." he chewed on his lower lip, his pride now brought to the very edge. There was no turning back now. "I even played with myself... to thoughts of you. You make me horny, so fast."
Ezreal swallowed thickly, pressing his boyish frame against the assassin's in hopes that Zed could feel his trapped cock brushing against his thigh in desperate, but slow ruts.
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Ezreal's hands that worked through Zed's hair had been warmly invited. Their kiss lingered, like the happy taste on Zed's lips. Once the two were separate, Zed licked at his own lips before giving that smile. It was Ezreal's saliva that he found there. For a boy who was both nervous, and so quick to lie to cover his ass, his tongue was quite the active one. This made Zed consider if it was completely normal to be ready for tongue play so early in their contact. He remembered his own first time quite fondly, long before he cursed his body to master forbidden techniques. It was a heated affair and he was much shorter, and terrorfied by the concept of using his untrained tongue. That must have been the fundamental difference in the confident pair of young men. Zed's confidence was built on knowledge, training. Ezreal's boldness was true, just like his aim. Somehow, Zed managed to admire the ash-blond explorer even more.
Of course, Zed confused the intimate, shared moment of just a few minutes ago as Ezreal submitting. That concept, while understandable, was flawed. They both had the desire to be the aggressor in the event. The confession was another red haring. A heartfelt, deeply personal moment to be shared, yes. But, if Zed wasn't attentive, it could lead one to believe that Ezreal was preparing to give himself to Zed like a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that idea. The younger male's actions were just a dead giveaway that wasn't the case. Much like a young Zed himself, Ezreal had made it his initiative to control the flow of their heated season with his own hands. Which, for the uninformed, one of those hands were fondling Zed's more than impressive cock against his firm thigh from over his ninja pants.
And fuck, Zed was in for a surprise. The smaller male's hand was much better, even through the pants, than Syndra's delicate little hand jobs. And that was saying something! To any onlooker, it may have appeared that Zed had cornered Ezreal and at shuriken point, he was forced to fondle Zed's junk. As fun an idea that might have been, a closer look would reveal the admiring gaze that Ezreal had cast over Zed's beautiful details. Far from Graves and Yasuo was right. But, Zed would hazard a chance to say the prodigal explorer's lively complexion and attitude was far more attractive. Zed would almost strangle a box of puppies to look a lot less corpse-y. And yet, he did this to himself.
As the younger male's hips began to move, Zed gave an earnest smile. Lively libido too, Ezreal was like a puppy learning to hump his first toy, at least in Zed's eyes. And he didn't want to suffocate that budding, youthful desire in his slowly maturing partner. But, if he didn't do something, Ezreal was going to fuck him like a glory hole. And the assassin made no plans of giving the boyish, witty male any more false confidence. It was time to repossess the passion, his wily little flame, before it grew into a wild fire and consumed him as the shadows already have.
Zed had yet to speak since removing his mask, and he let any idea as to why that may be permeate and dance across Ezreal's frontal lobe. The eager nature of the younger male was more than rewarding, but the play had to be flipped if things were to progress at Zed's hands. And flipped they were. Zed took Ezreal's hands into his own as he brashly shoved his larger body against the younger male's. His muscles could be felt through his pants and the unarmored part of his abs. Their bulges made contact and he let Ezreal's eager hips determine if this sort of contact was his cup of tea. Zed's forehead touched to Ezreal's, this time without the steel between their faces. The wintery hair of the assassin, and the ash-blond locks of Piltover's Explorer had mixed. And to a poetic degree, as well. The sight of Ezreal's dirt-freckled, but youthful face had been a whole lot easier to study without focusing on their kiss.
And then came Zed's voice. Unmuddied by the reverb effects of his steel mask, Zed had spoken softly, like before. But, his naturally gravel-esque voice could never be totally soft. Far from the ideal voice of a father reading a bed time tale, and much much more the perfect tool to moisten and stiffen the groins of his endless army of admirers. "Practice is always ideal. Don't let it shock you, but-" Zed raised his ebony eyebrows and intertwined his fingers with Ezreal's. "-I did the very same. No one visits my mind more than you." As close as his words came to finally making clear conversation, the last bit was a revisit to the same talk as always for the bloodied killer. Just as their contact began to make Zed warm up more and more, his right hand had left Ezreal's hand to touch at the back of the boy's thigh before winding upwards over his ass.
Methodical, few would expect his hand to actually keep moving upward, bit by bit, to the ash-blond hair of the back of Ezreal's head. The long, ghostly fingers weaved through his locks before taking a firm grip of the hair and forcing Ezreal into the angle he took for their previous kiss. Zed's scarlet eyes had an unimpressed look, he was clearly about to become vividly serious as his smile faded. "You lied, about your lips. Trickery to get what you want, thats all well and good on this field of battle." He pressed his lips to Ezreal's throat as he forced the male to bring his head back. "I don't think of my words to you as impulsive and meaningless. I kill those that hide the truth from me, Ezreal. My master and all his men that weren't already loyal to me. I had them butchered." He became very serious, but didn't pull away. "You remind me of them when you start speaking empty words." Here he grew as quiet as possible as he moved back to Ezreal's face, the angle being both exotic and unusual. "Don't be like them. I like your head where it is." Inwardly, Zed cringed. His words reminded him of Katarina's and he wanted to vomit at the thought.
In a moment, between releasing Ezreal's hair, taking his cheeks and putting his tongue in his mouth, Zed started to move his own hips. He wanted to feel their bulging intimacy brush against eachother roughly enough to keep Ezreal's erection alive after the confrontation. He knew he was intimidating. Yet, he wasn't sure if mild hair pulling would ruin the moment for his smaller lover, so he compensated any lose in intimacy by dancing their parting lips against each other and tasting the back of Ezreal's mouth with his tongue. Rather unexpectedly, Zed pulled back to completely remove his chest piece and let the red cloth hooded shirt fall open and around his legs. This revealed his scared, ghostly white chest and it's entire muscle glory. Ebony hair had very sparingly danced from his naval and down into his pants. His body wouldn't wait for Ezreal to come to him. Giving so very little time for the pair of cerulean eyes to admire Zed's naked torso, Zed had returned against his smaller lover and had taken the previously heated tip of Ezreal's left ear between his lips for a quick passionate nibble. The warming hands of the assassin had worked over Ezreal's own upper body. Doing everything from testing if Ezreal had a favorable or unfavorable response to having his right nipple played with, to coaxing the blond into being topless too.
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Well, there was a surprise, albeit it being a pleasant one. Zed thought, no, fantasized of him, too? In what ways, he wondered. His face colored pink at the lewd thought, still regretting that he had confessed to a secret that could easily be used against him. But Ezreal had always been an impulsive character and a fearless one at that. Although the assassin's stoic facade had awed him for some time, never had he thought the word intimidating suited him because, well, fear simply wasn't in his vocabulary. Otherwise, he wouldn't be an explorer, braving the unknown and charging recklessly into foreign dangers and battles. Death, although temporary in the game's terms, came to everybody involved in the lore, but he supposed there truly was a different category for those like Zed that killed for sport and vengeance.
Did he appreciate that sly death threat? Not really. Ezreal puffed out his cheeks, countering Zed's deadpan expression with one that was uniquely his. One that was a cross between mischievous and overzealous. "Surprisingly, that doesn't turn me on, Zed, telling me you'd butcher me like your master." His tone was playfully sarcastic, hoping to revitalize the mood that had dipped quite quickly with the foreboding way Zed spoke to him.
He was embarrassed, though, though not vocally or visibly so, by how effortlessly Zed had discovered that his lips told lies about his experience as a lover. Was he too eager? Too sloppy? Was there some radar that told Zed whether he was a virgin or not? Even so, he couldn't let his guard down a second time, and rebutted Zed's passive stance with a flirtatious lean forward. His hands scrawled up the assassin's forearms, warm fingertips now unmasked by the leather of his gloves and allowed freely to do as they pleased. "Yeah, right, you couldn't do that. Not to me," he mocked, even though he knew he was overestimating who exactly he was to an assassin who probably thought nothing more of him than a booty call.
Not that that was exactly bad.
He gasped mid-chuckle when Zed yanked his head back by a fistful of his blonde locks, his own digits curling defensively in the crimson garments the assassin wore. His cock twitched under its prison, growing rigid against the bulge that pressed so wantonly against it. Then came the kisses, each one lighting a scarlet fire on his unmarred, salty skin that bloomed into blotches of purple along his throat. He whimpered in response to this foreign sensation, legs struggling to allow his erection a bit more wiggle room now that Zed kept him trapped between him and the wall. "Have you done this before?" he suddenly asked, swollen lips parted as he broke from the kiss, a thin bridge of his saliva connecting their mouths before it snapped. "Touched... a man, I mean."
Ezreal almost felt silly for asking and even sillier for thinking it was something Zed would be significantly concerned about. But he was curious, and for good reasons, too. For one, Zed was his crush; therefore, he felt he was entitled to know how experienced said interest was or if Zed felt this way about other male and/or female champions and two, well, he felt like he would feel a little more relief if at least one of them knew what they were doing. Ezreal could kiss, make out, even, but his curiosity could only take him so far.
His chest burned at the sight of Zed unclothing himself, his bare, milky torso now his to admire. Now, the reality of the moment settled and he flushed at the thought, seeming to shrink under Zed's dominating stature and touches. To help Zed, he unbuckled the one or two belts that crisscrossed over his chest, then shrugged off the shawl that had more or less been trapping his body heat. Next went his gray, dirtied top, revealing his torso that was surprisingly toned to contrast his boyish face. He was a seasoned fighter, after all; a fighter whose muscles had been bulked by endless combat and challenging, outdoorsy activities. He leaned in close, a sincere moan escaping his lips when Zed paid attention to his hard, dusky nipples.
"I won't lie again," he promised, now close enough to pepper kisses along the hollow of Zed's jaw. "I'll do anything you say." Of course, even he didn't mean that to the extent of his statement. It was a tease. A sexual one at that. Ezreal's lips pressed down the column of the assassin's neck, his mouth seeming to worship every patch of skin as it traveled from his collarbones, then lower still. Eventually, his knees bent, hands holding onto the assassin's hips as his muzzle grazed the grisly hairs that raced down Zed's lower abdomen like a trail. Now this was the kind of treasure the prodigal explorer liked scavenging for. He peered up, cerulean eyes glinting under a fringe of unkempt blonde hair as they dipped lower again.
He wouldn't admit it, but Zed smelled amazing. The heavy musk of Zed's crotch that Ezreal picked up as his mouth drew closer to it was actually causing him to salivate. He swallowed not-so-discreetly, virgin lips tracing the bulge of Zed's dick with unadulterated fascination and desire. His lashes lowered shut, the heavy weight of Zed's clothed cock against his tongue eliciting a slow, but deep groan from the blonde.
"I want to..." his eyes shone as fingers grappled the thick sash tied around Zed's waist, hesitating as if to wait for permission. "I want to kiss you, down here."
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There was a twinge of pain in Zed's chest as Ezreal mocked him. Liars -those who held Zed back from what was important- were slain off the rift. A sincere grapple had occured inside Zed while Ezreal put his confidence forward.Yes, yes he could cut Ezreal's head off.The death of half a clan of powerful ninjas came at the hands of the wintery haired killer Ezreal saw before him. These weren't men he just met either, they were family. Zed trained from a young age with them. They knew a lot more about Zed than any lover ever could. Mostly because that Zed, the Zed before learning his forbidden technique, was dead too. The pain grew worse as he struggled to figure out just where Ezreal was in his heart. The young male had grown on him, and Zed knew he didn't want to lose him. But, this unique point no one else has ever reached, would that put the Explorer in an even greater responsibility? Should Zed be even more quick to attack with Ezreal? No one before this ash-blond wispy haired boy had ever been in a position to hurt Zed in such a way. And the fact that the assassin knew he was far from capable of letting Ezreal live in such an event, that's what was killing him.
With his eyes, the scarlet piercing into the bold look that Ezreal gave back, there was no discernable shift from his concerned look. "I killed my Master because he held me back. To strike harder, be faster, become as lethal as possible... I made that sacrafice. And it was nothing to me, Ezreal." The look on his face never stopped exuding a killer-sense of sincerity. The way he couldn't separate his dear little lover from that cycle, it was crippling to the previously heartless killer. What was this feeling for the Explorer doing to him? The first fear he had felt since becoming the master of shadows had been a poetic one. It was a fear of himself, and the cutting way it sinked into his heart was only mitigated at the cusp of Ezreal's chuckle. It melted away, he couldn't keep that baggage and his growing interest in Ezreal in the same compartment. The kisses did a lot to seperate the two thoughts - As Zed explored Ezreal's mouth, he was exploring his heart for the first time.
At the whimper, their contact had become too much for Zed. It was too good. Electrifying, the way his scarlet eyes could discern what effect his lips had on the younger male. A killing machine could swoon a heartfelt boy like Ezreal this way? It was a pretty crucial turning point for the ghostly-skinned man. And then came the questions, in a voice Zed's ears could strain to hear through any storm. "Done this before? Threaten a lover? Of course."He initially thought to the first question, and the second question cleared the board of metaphorical pieces they had been playing with up to now. Zed smiled once again as he scanned Ezreal's look as the question was finished. "Wearing our heart on our sleeves are we? I shiver at the thought of what the likes of Swain or Darius would do with such a softie like you." He joked as he grew, somehow, even, closer and spoke as softly as his gravel voice would allow. "Countless times before, my little Explorer. But, this is my first time with a virgin. Let's see what I've learned up till now."
At this que, they pair had begun shedding clothing and the heat grew from a flickering candle to a haze that evaded Zed's chest- his now bare chest. The little admirer that Zed had been kissing like a school crush, was certainly more fit than he had thought. Sure, the blond was active, but Zed never looked into how active. It was enough to know that the male made it home alive after each adventure, what he had been up to on those adventures was mostly empty to the assassin. Not that Zed would let Ezreal know that be was so possesive before now, or whose arm he was twisting to recieve this information. In part, Zed had this pipeline to thank for knowing of Ezreal's lie about his lips. The other part came from his own experience.
The touches to the boy's nipples had been rewarded with a moan. This was a victory, and it would appear that Zed became more excited. Not every male had enjoyed having their nipples played with. He knew at least one way to play with the fire growing inside them now, aside from touching his dick and kissing him all over. To Zed's knowledge, there wasn't many who wouldn't crumble at the sensation of his skillful hand in their pants with his cold longing lips to their neck. He desired to give this to Ezreal either this time or the next. Not that there was a rush for it, Ezreal wasn't going to have the freedom to evade Zed again after this heated affair. Not if Zed's decades of training had anything to do with it. Which it did. Another fantasy came to mind as the two continued their topless play, one that Zed had mixed feelings about. He didn't want to keep Ezreal in bondage, not for too long. His little flame, secret to all, had won Zed over on his cockiness and sense of adventure. To steal that would be worse than slaying the boy right here.
"I won't lie again,"
Zed's eyes widened at Ezreal's words. A pale hand taking the boy's right cheek as he had laid kisses to Zed's neck. The next part was too obscure to be held sincerely, so Zed took it for what it was, a downright sexy thing to suggest. It was like his boy wonder was maturing at their touch. "Ezreal, just never forget..." He began and trailed off. Part of him wanting to just say his name, the other wanting to give him the message. Zed wasn't going to sit on the fence about Ezreal forever. "Just - Never fail to trust me with your secrets." It was as unspecific as Zed could muster. Anything, he wanted to know anything Ezreal might consider spilling. There was never a bad situation that the cerulean eyed, boyish charmed, adventurer couldn't remedy by trusting the older male.
The speed at which Ezeral went for the combo was rather stunning. His little lips now leaving the assaasin's neck as they trailed down his form until the boy had found his place, on his knees in front of Zed. Life surfaced on Zed's face as he pressed his forehead to the rock wall, dirtying his winter-white, seemingly perfect hair. Ezreal was rubbing off on him in a whole new way, it seemed. He used the darkness created by his previous action in hopes of obscuring his face while it lit up. Of course, this failed. The now crimson eyes had bore right into Ezreal's contact with his bulge. He couldn't figure out why this was so different. Was it that Ezreal did it differently? Did this have anything to do with his feelings for the younger male? He couldn't think critically as the long moan against his cock sent all the right kinds of pleasure through his nerves. This made Zed look straight upward to conceal his lewd smile. If Ezreal had been given this sight, Zed was sure the boy's confidence would be too much to handle.
And Zed was far from ready to give up on the idea of making Ezreal his, as opposed to the other way around. He secured as lethally sharp of a grin as he could finally return his gaze to his smaller lover, eying over the look Ezreal had as soon as he could. "Sounds like you're ready to me. And who knows, maybe you'll be so good at kissing my cock that I'll make you do it every time we're alone." He had to be sinister. After all, Ezreal was the hero here, and someone had to be the bad guy. Why not the tall, brooding, killing frenzy assassin? Zed's hands guided Ezreal's down his thighs before he began to undo his red cloth and the whole one-piece plus the hood, letting it fall to the side. By now, an eager man would have already had his dick out, but Zed had the biggest erection for pacing. Especially when it came to head. Usually, that meant chopping them off. But, the sentence was most fitting this way. His thumbs now seizing the fabric that hugged to his ghostly mid-rift. It was a nice fit, as his ninja pants needed to be to enable him to move as forcefully as he wishes without dealing with wardrobe malfunctions.
This tight space played a nice and juicy role as Zed pulled the clothing down and his impressive member squeezed out past the waist of his pants first. Zed's thumbs wouldn't stop until there was room for his balls. His thumbs now releasing and letting his junk hang out for Ezreal's eyes. The word shame was the precise opposite to what would be fitting to describe Zed's display. His cock was huge when compared to estimates based on his height, or if just judging from his bulge. Just as white as the rest of his body, Zed had colorless veins that lined the thickness of his shaft, which led up to the well-defined head and foreskin. Under his foreskin was the most concentrated form of that musk from before, a dribbling glob of precum, and a dark purple color to his cock tip. Zed didn't realize he had a smell going on until now, but he grinned deeper, it was Ezreal's problem now. A pale hand ran through the Ash-blond locks as Zed studied Ezreal's reaction intently. "Don't ware my patience too thin, you can dig in now."
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If he had been in some other position besides the one that compromised his role, he would have responded a bit more sincerely to Zed and his heartfelt request. If Zed was capable of projecting such heartfelt sentiments, anyway. Even if the assassin had proved by several occasions that there was a tangible person capable of feeling emotion underneath that full suit of armor, it still surprised Ezreal to hear anything that sounded remotely romantic from Zed. It didn't suit him. The blonde knew better than to attach himself to those words, having known prior of the assassin's several flings with both men and women that had been just as gullible as he was to believe Zed. He wanted to believe him, but if he ended up as the butt (no pun intended) of some casanova's folly, he would be crushed. Not just disappointed, but utterly demolished from the inside-out, and all over something he knew was too good to be true.
So, he returned Zed's toothy grin with a boyish smile, acknowledging the assassin's confession with a semblance of thanks. Even if it wasn't entirely the truth, Ezreal still felt a little better knowing it would have taken some gut for the apathetic assassin to even imitate the words of a concerned lover. That had to mean something.
"Make me do it?" he scoffed, although the red hue flooding the apples of his cheeks betrayed his stubbornness. "As if." The scenarios running rampant in the corridors of his imagination, however, did little to dissuade the blonde from hoping that Ezreal's tease would happen. His pants tightened a bit more at the thought of doing this at the assassin's mercy, only to return to his teammates with his knees caked with dirt and lips swollen and glossed over.
But now was officially his first time of hopefully many more encounters to come, and Ezreal sat on his heels, waiting for Zed to disrobe himself with suspended anxiety. As the garment slid off the sculpted and jutting bone of his waist, his mouth pooled with saliva at the sight of the assassin's cock swinging out like an extra appendage. And his balls! He had never seen anything more erotic and mouthwatering than Zed's junk in full display. When his gaze tapered off the fat head, he briefly wondered how that would even fit inside his mouth let alone other, tighter parts of him.
Mesmerized by lust, Ezreal gripped the base with a firmness he liked around his own cock, figuring that his experiences with masturbation would assist him now. Slowly, he dragged the foreskin up and down an inch, wrist swiveling so his movements weren't totally stiff, just how he liked it. "You're so big," he whispered in awe, almost embarrassed at the thought of his own cock at least two inches smaller than Zed's. It was a subconscious stab at his masculinity; one that he couldn't deny. He leaned up like a kitten starved of milk, soft, nude-colored lips pressing onto the side of the thick shaft before his tongue licked a wet stripe underneath it. The bead of precum clung to the tip and it tasted salty and sweet, a flavor he decided he loved the best when paired with the overwhelming smell of Zed's natural musk.
He peppered kisses all over his cock like he worshiped it, shamelessly pushing his face into Zed's crotch to lap at his balls that were concentrated with the most musk. "Mm, Zed..." he moaned, his free hand traveling up the toned thigh that held Zed's ground and finally resting on his hip when he circled his tongue around the purplish crown. Twice, he flicked his tongue through the fleshy slit, tasting slippery precum, and even wiggled it inside to taste more before he stopped. He glanced upwards to gauge Zed's reaction, lazily taking the swollen head between his glossy lips. The sensation, or, rather, the idea of having another man's cock weighing against his tongue was at worst a foreign one, and he soon discovered that Zed's dick really was fucking huge.
It hurt when he attempted to curl his lips around his rows of teeth and take more than he could suck. Just a few inches into his moist heat and he almost gagged at how Zed's cock so quickly neared the back of his throat. Sucking cock was no joke, was it? His cerulean eyes teared up instantly but they were far from blinking shut in defeat as his head bobbed, cheeks hollowing simultaneously. He never adjusted to the stretch, but there was something absolutely entrancing about the way Zed's cock tasted that pinned him in a lustful stupor. He even glanced up, his teary gaze blown wide and lips pursed prettily around the assassin's veined member as if to prove he was Zed's bitch with just one expression.
Then, he choked. His gag reflex took him completely by surprise when he swallowed Zed's cock a bit too deep and immediately coughed in response. He tore his head away, clear throat slime and saliva dripping down his dick and mouth in messy globs. Was this what Zed had wanted when he had told him to "dig in"? It certainly sounded appropriate, given how sloppily Ezreal was scarfing down the assassin's cock like it was his favorite treat. "So good," he hummed, realizing only then that he must have a masochistic streak to want Zed's cock lodging in his throat so deep that his eyes would tear up and his stomach twist. "Again," he huffed. "Fuck my throat, Zed, I can take it like a good boy this time."
And just in case the assassin wouldn't oblige to his desperate request, the hand on Zed's hip grabbed his taut ass to tug him in, forcefully ramming his cock down the tight tunnel of his throat again. "Glrrrch!" he heaved, once more gagging as his nose pressed to the assassin's toned navel, burying itself in a lightly trimmed clump of hair. Zed couldn't see at this angle, but Ezreal's eyes had rolled back in pleasure and his hand on the assassin's dick had left it to cater to his own straining against his pants.
When he pulled away for a breath, his face was flushed, chin dribbling with spit and his hand desperately stroking the few inches of his sun-kissed cock that peeked out of his waistband. "I love your cock," he murmured, briefly making eye contact as his free hand stroked the base of the assassin's slippery dick. "I love it so much."
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Had the assassin been a mind reader, the following sequence of events would have been so much more brutal. Instead, he was blissfully unaware of Ezreal's doubts, and that was agoodthing. The red garbed killer would have never given the Ezreal the opportunity to try his cock at his pace if that were the case. A scene more along the lines of battery with the added flavor of forced sex would probably have been the case. Zed needed to have Ezreal trust him, even to the irrational extent of drilling it home by any means, literally. On second thought, Zed needed to have Ezreal - period. Sadly, Zed didn't get to muse over the concept as he remained ignorant to Ezreal's thoughts.
In a way, Zed's junk unveiling mirrored his mask removal one for one. Having a strong grasp on timing and precision hadn't granted Zed an immunity to repetitiveness. He kicked himself mentally for allowing himself to become predictable in front of his courageous smaller lover. The boy's trust was one thing, Zed could try anything to fix that. But, if the younger man had begun to lose interest in Zed then there would be little to no means of reigniting that muse. Well, not by force. And force was a majority of Zed's strengths as a lover. Just because he could present a heart to Ezreal, a first for the assassin, didn't mean he flopped the underused organ around for others and had become some sort of master with it. They were both new to the bond they experienced, here on the rift.
It was a magical thing, not Zed's cock, but the way a man's thinking can streamline when his junk is display for the cutest pair of lips around. Zed's concerns melted away as soon as he began to study the handsome face that had come face to face with his impressive member. The immediate reaction had been hard to discern since the young male's hand floated over to Zed's cock before any large differences in facial expression could be seen. And, obviously, Zed was too busy to take note of every little thing when his little flame's hand took his cock for the first time. It certainly wasn't going to be the last. Ezreal's initial grip had been fair lighter than Zed would have preferred. The assassin's larger muscles amd training had given him a far higher cap of strength. Combo that fact with his frequent adventures inside the other champions and how great his pain tolerance was, and Zed's sensitivity was far far lower than the younger male's. Not that he would blame his smaller lover, or that he'd complain.
The sight was quite enough of a turn on. And, Zed always considered cock handling to be more of an entre to the main dish. This shouldn't be confused for a disdain of handjobs. Zed would love to sneak up behind his sweet little dick explorer and rub the male off from behind.Especiallyif he pleaded for Zed to stop or slow down. "Thank you." He barely whispered in his grumbling voice, a response to the comment on his size. It was hard to remain modest before his soon to be deflowered adventurer. Zed's heart was putting a strange twist on his usual taste in lover. It was like he didn't even care if Ezreal would lean on him forever. No, that wasn't correct. It was like all Zed ever wanted was to have Ezreal beneath him, dependant on his strong touch and deeply arousing voice.
And then the younger male gave Zed's cock the only lick with a curiously innocent twist his cock would ever feel. Especially since that innocence was lost the moment Ezreal took Zed's precum on the end. Shocks of ecstacy -not only from the more soft foreplay they had, but from the heat Zed gathered in his chesr for the boy- had shot up his spine. In a blur of excitement, Zed lost track of the actions that had led to Ezreal stuffing the large cock into his little mouth. This wouldn't be the smallest mouth Zed had been in, but considering the look on Ezreal's face, it's hard for anyone to have imagined how Zed could fit into anything smaller.
The male's widening gaze and thin lips had attracted the attention of Zed's left hand through his ash-blond locks. As a man raised in an environment with feudal traditions, Zed was no stranger to his late master's ritualistic homosexuality among the other pupils. Until this very moment, it was seemingly impossible for Zed to see the difference in his own controling nature and his Master's actions with the other ninjas. That has changed. Zed was controlling at his core, that was unavoidable, but the look Ezreal gave him had allowed him to see the part of their intimacy that was so different. The wind took Zed's wintery bangs as he nurtured Ezreal's scalp with his finger tips, the warmest smile he could possibly summon had creeped across his face. That is, until Ezreal gagged and pulled back. The duality in Zed's lust had manifested as he was caught between wanting to discipline Ezreal, as he would discipline himself for injuring himself during training, and wanting to cuddle with the smaller male and kiss his more colored throat.
Neither was necessary as Ezreal spoke around his messy lips. Already getting back on the horse, the bold male had taken Zed by his ass and pulled himself into deep throating the fat cock to the deepest point humanly possible. The warmth evaporated in the surging electricity that took it's place, Zed's smile was a purely lewd grin as his eyes scanned the rock wall for any means of grounding the rush in his brain so he could recollect the situation. It wasn't possible. With Ezreal's slip off his cock, and another pull back, Zed was prepared to take full privilege with Ezreal's previously eager words. Zed's hands both took to Ezreal's cheeks as he forced the kneeling male to look up. A cold thumb running across the maturing lips of his endearing lover. "This is mine... now. And no one else's." He spoke slowly, without the prior softness. Zed didn't have to look down to see the way Ezreal was already fornicating in response to how much pleasure he also derived from cock sucking. The assassin's heart had only chosen once, but boy, did it seem to know how to pick'em.
Zed cleared his cock with his own hand, smelling the mix of musk and Ezreal's saliva in his palm before licking his hand clean. Being sure to let Ezreal watch this action, one that he made as slow and cinematic as possible. As he finished, he took his cock and missed Ezreal's lips on purpose, letting his length run up along Ezreal's left hot cheek. The assassin's hands took the explorer's right side of his head and cupped a palm against his length to press it into his cheeks. Suddenly, Zed moved his hips slowly, giving Ezreal a feel for his rhythm and a breather-whether the bold young man wanted it or not.
Before he could bore the messy lipped boy, Zed decided to pull his hips much further back than before. The distance between Ezreal's mouth and Zed had grown to be just enough to accommodate the impressive, pale member. In a thrust no different than the others, Zed forced his heated, gently moist cock right into Ezreal's mouth and throat. The genius behind his hand position was in the fact that he never had to move his hands for the transition. From the cock-cheek petting straight into deepthroat fucking. Zed wasn't the only tactician on the rift, but he wanted Ezreal to see his style before he started to purposefully trigger any bit of Ezreal's gag reflex that he could. His hips and arms forcing the male beneath him into the rough throat fuck with little to no means of escape. His aims were to hear all of Ezreal's throaty sounds and summon as much reaction and saliva as he could. The deep voiced killer rewarding Ezreal's ability to keep up with many groans, each being out of his control and a touch louder than he would have liked. He wanted to make a mess out of the boy, all while looking down into his eyes. The grin on Zed's lips might have been confusing for the puppy love, hearted Ezreal.
But, there was hardly any time to focus on anything else as Zed made the throat fuck as intense as he could. Bucking his hips and pulling the ash-blond's head into it, his fat head leaving defined sensations in Ezreal's tight throat. It almost served as a bookmark, another way for Ezreal to feel how intimately deep Zed was going. This could easily continue until Zed would ejaculate, if Ezreal didn't regain control of the situation. Zed didn't mind the thought of such. But, he also wanted to bank his well-reserved load into Ezreal's stomach as soon as possible. The sounds that Zed had made and the lively red that had borne across his chest and face had both been signs of the immense pleasure that the act had brought him. But, the most unique sign of Zed's growing desire to climax had been the pulging veins in his arms as they darkened and grew slightly. Even Zed's cock had begun twitch over Ezreal's tongue.