Please not that there's a smut scene at the end the chapter.
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While unpacking the groceries with a deceptive calm, David couldn't help the little smile tugging at his lips.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw Liam bend sensually over the couch, his plump ass teasing him. While the world was preoccupied with the murders, they had to prepare and stay out the police reach.
The last time, when they faced the end of the world, they were in differents prison, and couldn't sleep without knowing what had become of Liam, his beautiful and of so perfect lover.
Liam turned to face him, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You know, preparing for the apocalypse doesn't have to be all work and no play," he teased, his voice low and inviting.
David chuckled, an infectious warmth spreading through him as he crossed the room to close the distance between them. "Maybe we can multitask," he replied, feeling the heat radiate off Liam's skin as he approached.
Liam's smile widened, and he straightened up, leaning casually against the couch.
"What did you have in mind?"
David stepped closer, the air between them thickening with tension.
"We could stop worrying about the police outside for a moment. Instead, focus on what we set out to do—survive together."
"But that's boring," Liam pouted playfully, rolling his hips just enough to make David's breath hitch.
"I'd much rather explore other ways of surviving."
Before he could respond, Liam pressed against him, his warm body inviting, and David's resolve melted like butter under the sun. He wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Okay, fine," David murmured, letting his lips brush against Liam's ear as he whispered, "let's try a more hand-on approach."
With that, he captured Liam's mouth with his own, and, as they fell into a rhythm of passion and heat, the anxiety about the future and the specter of the time apart into the background.
Liam was so pliant under his touch, moaning at everything and so eager to please.
"D-David like that, please-"
A loud moan escaped his mouth, glossy lips glistening with saliva. His eyes rolled back when he felt close, only to not climax, his body trembling under the gaze of David and strong thrusts of fingers.
"It's been so long, I have forgotten how you looked so good under me, just moaning."
Oversensitive with need, the blond whined, close to tears.
" You think you're loose enough? That you'll take me as well as the way you know how to do?"
The blond nodded, frantic, minds having melt under the pleasure.
" Yes! I will! I'm so loose-"
A moan cut his mindless babbling, he was felling so full. The tears rolled down his cheeks and at every thrust his voice became more hoarse.
He wanted to be here, he wanted to go, because that was to much, because that was so good.
Liam clung to the sheets, sobs wrecking his body.
"Just like that," David gasped, pushing deeper into the heat that was Liam.
"You feel incredible," he breathed, even when knowing that the blond wouldn't understand what he was saying right now.
The intensity built up without stopping, it was Liam who reached climax first, body taught and briming with too much pleasure for his poor mind. But even then, David continued, and he did even when the blond was drooling and sobbing under him.
David climaxes when Liam bits his forearm. His breath hitched as rode off his high before kissing his blank minded lover senseless.
It's safe to say that Liam would not be able to walk come morning.