Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

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.