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Wren's eyes fluttered open slightly, staring up at Zane. Everything felt warm and fuzzy, like he was staring at Zane from a far distance even though he was sitting between his legs. The warmth of Zane’s leg was seeping into the palms of his hands, that rested on Zane’s knees. Wren’s eyes closed shut once more as he felt Zane’s fingers playing with his hair, softly braiding small strands together.
Hands on your knees, I’m Angelina Jolie, hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie.
Light filtered through the dark fabric of the blinds as the wind from the open window pushed them open, letting the soft glow of the sun shine on Wren’s hair, making it look a pretty golden brown.
Let me put my hands on your knees you can braid my hair,
Zane’s fingers moved through Wren’s soft hair, he was still learning how to braid, for Wren. Wren’s hair has gotten long, Zane loves it more than anything. He only agreed to braid it so Wren wouldn't cut it.
Do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere.
Zane was lost in his own thoughts when Wren’s eyes opened again, both of them locking eyes. It wasn't an intense stare. more like a stare of love and admiration.
Zane couldn't believe he was dating this beautiful man in front of him.
Wren thought the same.
Me and my boyfriend listen to the Chili Peppers,
We write hit songs without tryin’ like all the time, all the time.
Zane cleared his throat. He wanted to say something about how Wren was staring a certain way, but he couldn't get a single word out.
He felt admired. Wren was looking at Zane like he was some kind of god to be worshipped. Zane felt he should be doing that to Wren instead.
Suddenly, they were tangled together, Wren sliding into Zane’s arms, Zane taking off Wren’s shirt and Wren taking off Zane’s.
I take off all my clothes, dance naked for the neighbors.
Zane stood up, pulling Wren onto the bed with him, the mattress dipping down with their weight. Instantly they were pressed together, the warmth of sunlight from the half open blinds and their bare chests together blanketing them, making everything warm and soft.
I’m like, “Fuck it, gonna give a show”, I open up the blinds.
Their lips pressed against each other softly, over and over again. Their noses brushing together as they kissed, their hands roaming around each other's bodies. Wren shuddered as Zane’s rough hands slid up and down his back, squeezing his soft flesh.
Zane flipped them over, so that he was on top of Wren. He admired Wren, his sharp nose and his big eyes, the sloppy braids that he put in his hair.
I threw caution to the wind, get onto the bike,
Zane ran his hands all along Wren’s chest and flat stomach, leaning forwards, pressing his face to Wren’s neck, kissing his sensitive skin softly.
Take a minute to yourself, skinny-dip in my mind.
Wren turned his neck to the side, letting Zane taste all of him. Zane smiled against Wren’s neck, his hands trailing to the waistband of Wren’s pants, hooking his finger in it.
I’m in love, I’m in looovveee..
Wren’s hands rested on Zane’s back, rubbing up and down, his warm hands comforting on Zane’s bare skin.
Got a knife in my jacket, honey on the vine.
Zane was eager, already pulling down Wren’s pants, feeling up his legs as he pushed off his pants, tossing them to the floor as Wren squirmed underneath him.
Baby, I’ll bring the coffee if you bring the wine.
Zane palmed Wren through his boxers, feeling that he’s already half hard, hearing his sharp intake of breath, his nails pressing against Zane’s back.
I’m in love, I’m in loooveeeeeee (‘Cause I’m in love)
Zane felt Wren’s nails lightly scratch down his back until he reached the waistband of Zane’s sweatpants, pulling them down softly.
Hands on your knees, I’m Angelina Jolie. Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie.
Wren’s hands slid over Zane’s knees as he pushed his pants fully off, then sliding his hands back up, pushing him down. Zane leaned into Wren’s touch, pressing against him again, Wren grunted as he felt Zane’s hips rubbing against his. Zane’s hand tangled in Wren’s hair, lightly tugging on one of the braids.
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair, do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere.
Zane’s lips met with Wren’s in a more desperate kiss, their tongues slipping into each other's mouth. Wren moved them over so they were laying on their sides.
Hands on your knees, I’m Angelina Jolie, Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie,
Zane pulled Wren’s legs around him, rolling onto his back, Wren now sitting on his lap. Wren pulled away from the kiss, staring down at Zane. Zane’s hands trembled as they slid up Wren’s chest, feeling up his body.
“You're an angel, Wren.” Zane whispered breathlessly.
“Really?” Wren’s cheeks flushed, pushing himself into Zane’s touch with a smile.
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair, do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere.
“Yeah, really.” Zane murmured as his hands roamed around, down Wren’s chest, waist, then resting on Wren’s knees, squeezing them lightly. Wren moved his hips forwards, starting to dry-hump Zane. Zane groaned, his hands finding Wren’s soft hair once again and pulling him down into another kiss as his hips moved up to meet with Wren’s in a slow roll.
I sit, upskirt, I don’t have much to lose.
Wren’s hips moved a bit quicker, feeling the addicting pull of Zane’s fingers in his hair, his braids slowly coming undone between Zane’s fingers. Wren snaked a hand in between their warm bodies, pulling his and Zane’s boxers down just enough to get their dicks out and pressed together.
Zane gasped, pulling away from the kiss, panting heavily, his hips jerking forwards into Wren’s hand, a wet sound as their pre-cum slicked them up enough to slide against each other. Wren groaned, starting to move his hips with Zane’s.
I got a truck, I take it for a midnight, a midnight drive, yeah.
It wasn't long before they were kissing again, Zane’s hands pulled Wren’s hair a bit harder this time, all the while Wren bit Zane’s plump bottom lip before licking into his mouth, making Zane whimper softly.
My boyfriend tested positive for COVID, it don’t matter.
Zane arched his back off the bed a bit as Wren continued to stroke them together, his grip feeling perfectly tight around both of them. Zane felt like his mind was melting into the sensation of Wren, he wanted to melt completely into Wren.
We’ve been kissing, so whatever he has, I have, I can’t cry.
Wren groaned into Zane’s mouth, their saliva mixing together and smearing a bit across their lips.
“Zane, fuck…” Wren grunted against Zane’s lips, starting to stroke faster, hearing Zane moan softly.
I throw caution to the wind, get onto the bike.
Zane’s hips thrust in time with Wren’s slick hand pumping, pulling him back into a sloppy kiss. Wren’s hips started to stutter, his hand moving quicker, pushing them closer to the edge together.
Take a minute to myself, skinny-dip in my mind.
Zane groaned, “I—Fuck, I’m so close, W-Wren,” Zane panted, his hips jerking forwards.
I’m in love, I’m in loooovvvveee…
Wren moaned, pushing his hips forward as a hot sensation filled his stomach, his vision going white as he spilled his load.
Zane whined, throwing his head back, his body trembling as he came at the same time, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip.
Wren slumped forwards, pulling his sticky hand out from between their bodies as they sunk into the mattress together, the warm blankets surrounding them like clouds.
“I love you,” Wren murmured into Zane’s neck.
“I love you, too.” Zane said with a warm smile, his fingers running through Wren’s hair, feeling the slightly curly parts where the braids he did used to be.
Hands on your knees, I’m Angelina Jolie, Hands on your knees, Angelina Jolie.
Zane wiped a bit of sweat off Wren’s forehead, admiring how beautiful and warm he looked, then gently separating Wren’s hair into three parts, starting to braid it again. This time in one big braid instead of multiple small ones.
Wren let out a content sigh, shuddering as a small breeze flowed onto his skin before letting himself go limp on his Zane’s chest, letting him braid his hair once again.
Let me put my hands on your knees, you can braid my hair, do a fat criss-cross in the back somewhere…..