Zoi

Zoi

Flora Winters

I do not own anything Sailor Moon.

Summary: Zoisite wakes up Kunzite.

Zoisite slowly crawled up Kunzite’s naked sleeping body like a great cat of prey. His tresses of golden sunlight spun into silky luster played along that perfect alabaster flesh.

He gazed down into that handsome face, smiling with brilliant white teeth. His molten green jewels focused on those pink, petal soft, lips that reminded him of pink ice.

Whenever he would kiss his master, it felt like electricity. It felt like lightning was shooting all through his body in flashes of bliss.

His silky smooth hand glided down those rippling abs of ice and gently gripped his lover’s stiffening prick. Kunzite’s mouth slightly parted and he turned his face to the side.

Zoisite loved how those molten silver locks shimmered in the light as they glittered across that icy face. He gave Kunzite’s cock a little squeeze and felt that perfect body squirm a little under him.

A wicked grin lit up his beautiful face as he glided down to lick that tasty rod. He softly chuckled when Kunzite’s leg slightly twitched.

He fondled his lover’s velvety soft sack, putting his nose to it. He simply adored the floral scent.

Kunzite’s cock was like a fragrant flower, growing, and blossoming under his loving care. It was already dripping with sweet nectar that this Queen Bee desired.

He traced circles around that pale pink blossom with feather soft caresses of his tongue, lapping at that honey sweet essence that was dripping from the slit.

Kunzite moaned ever so softly and he slowly opened his eyes in confusion. All of a sudden the little imp between his thighs licked his trick spot, making him gasp.

At first he thought he was dreaming, but Zoisite really was between his thighs, playing with his cock. That skilled tongue was slowly making him melt, setting him on fire, and those teasing hands kept massaging his inner thighs.

“Zoi?” He mumbled, only to throw his head back when that special spot was tricked again.

His head hit the pillow and he grasped at the pale blue silk sheets with all his might. He almost cried out when those cruel hands teased his gems.

Zoisite chuckled and he enveloped that aching rod of desire with his fiery hot furnace. His mouth slowly moved up and down, tongue doing its thing.

Kunzite felt like his balls had been put on to boil. He broke out into a sweat, muttering his lover’s name over and over again.

The little imp was enjoying every moment of this. It was moments like this when Zoisite got to hear Kunzite moan and whisper his name, begging to be released.

Kunzite suddenly felt his cock tighten up like an archer pulls back on his bow with an arrow. That aching, wanting feeling shot like a searing heat straight to his root.

His mouth opened, his toes curled, his narrow hips bucked, and he filled Zoisite’s furnace with his seed. He grunted, crying out, and fell back against the pillow, covered in sweat.

His whole body was twitching from passing pleasure and Zoisite glided up his body. He wrapped his powerful arms around the smaller man, kissing him hard.

These were the moments that had Zoisite completely enthralled by the man.

He could taste his seed on Zoisite’s tongue, smirking as he rolled over so that he was the man on top. Those molten silver tresses shimmered in the pale light above, shadowing that handsome face.

Zoisite trembled under him with such want, with such need. He worshipped, adored, and loved his Kunzite with all his heart. Those big hands made him feel so protected.

He burned like a golden star when that silky tongue found his weeping wick. Only Kunzite’s silver fire could make him burn.

Someday…you’ll tell me you love me…instead of showing me.

The End.

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