Chapter 1: Stretching Limits
The gym was a haze of sweat and steel, the air thick with the musk of exertion. Ii-chan adjusted his tight yoga pants, the fabric clinging to his thick, curvaceous ass like a second skin. He knew eyes were on him—especially Zerozaki’s. The lean, sharp-jawed man was across the room, lifting weights with a predatory focus, his gaze slicing through the crowd to land on Ii-chan’s every move.
'You gonna stare all day, or you gonna come spot me?' Ii-chan called out, his voice dripping with playful challenge as he bent over to stretch, giving Zerozaki an eyeful of his plump backside. His tone was sharp, teasing, a dare wrapped in velvet.
Zerozaki smirked, dropping the dumbbell with a clang and sauntering over. His tank top clung to his sweat-slicked chest, muscles flexing with every step. 'Careful, Ii-chan. Keep bending like that, and I might not be able to focus on spotting anything but you,' he shot back, his voice low, a growl of intent.
Ii-chan straightened up, turning to face him with a wicked grin. 'Oh, please. You’ve been hard for me since I walked in. Don’t pretend you’re here for the weights.' He stepped closer, their bodies inches apart, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. 'You want a piece of this? Earn it.'
Zerozaki’s eyes darkened, his breath hitching as he leaned in, lips brushing Ii-chan’s ear. 'I’ll earn it, alright. I’ll have you panting and begging for more before we’re done.' His hand grazed Ii-chan’s hip, fingers digging into the fabric of those sinful yoga pants, feeling the firm curve beneath.
Ii-chan laughed, sharp and confident, pushing Zerozaki back with a hand on his chest. 'Begging? Honey, I don’t beg. But I’ll let you try to keep up.' He turned, striding toward the locker room with a sway in his hips that was pure provocation. 'You coming, or are you just gonna stand there sweating over me?'
Zerozaki followed, his pulse hammering, already imagining the taste of Ii-chan’s skin. The locker room door swung shut behind them, the echo of their footsteps swallowed by the tiled silence. Ii-chan spun around, pinning Zerozaki with a look that was all fire. 'Lock it,' he ordered, voice firm, and Zerozaki obeyed without hesitation.
In a heartbeat, they were on each other, hands roaming, breaths heavy. Ii-chan shoved Zerozaki against the lockers, their lips crashing in a hungry, desperate kiss. 'You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you?' Ii-chan taunted, grinding against him, feeling Zerozaki’s cock straining through his shorts.
'Damn right I am,' Zerozaki growled, hands gripping Ii-chan’s fat ass, pulling him closer. 'I’ve been dying to get inside you all day.'
Ii-chan smirked, sliding a hand down to palm Zerozaki’s hard length. 'Then stop talking and show me. I’m already wet for you, but I’m not waiting all day.' Their clothes were a frantic tangle, yoga pants sliding down to reveal Ii-chan’s dripping desire, and Zerozaki’s shorts hitting the floor with a thud. The air was thick with need, their bodies sweating, panting, as they moved toward an explosive collision of raw, unbridled lust.
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