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“Again.”
Zayne’s voice was unchanging, flat as his arms crossed over his chest. “Fix your posture, unless you want me to move your appointment to Monday morning at seven sharp instead of next Friday afternoon.”
A huff of mild frustration passed through your nose at his even milder chastising. Ten minutes had already passed at this point, and you were taking your delicate time with finding the right position, much to his dismay. It’s not your fault that you wanted to attempt a trick-shot you found the night before, burning the video into your memory to prepare you for this moment.
The idea of playing pool mildly came up in a passing conversation, but your ears piqued in interest when Zayne casually mentioned having some experience in the sport. You insisted on setting up a date so that you could learn from the best , to which he lightheartedly sighed and said his weekend was all yours for you to take.
“I’m just copying you, Doctor.” It was a half-baked lie at best. You angle the cue stick to a point where your elbows were awkwardly pointing out, the tip wavering as you prepared to strike the looming white ball.
Before you could make what you swore was a winning stroke, Zayne grabbed your elbow, his other hand firmly finding a place on your waist. He pulls your body upwards, drawing you against his front as he lets out a disappointed sigh. “You’re really asking for an early grave if you keep disobeying your doctor’s orders.”
He guides your elbow, lowering it as your forearm rests above his own. “You should keep your arm at a comfortable level.” Zayne turns your body, although still pressed against his, and his breath draws closer to your ear. “And you need to support your lower back too.” The cool touch of his large hands wrapping around your form contrasted the heat of his whispers, and you could feel yourself melt in his embrace, almost tuning out his words as you focus on their timbre. He gently guides you. “The stroke won’t matter unless you keep the tip in place too.”
You didn’t even know if that was true, but as a rookie to the sport, you were in no place to judge. The rounded end of your cue lightly grazes the rough fabric of the pool table, a soft friction dragging against the surface as your combined arms push forward. Your cue makes fruitful contact with the billiard ball, striking the striped yellow ‘nine’ ball into the nearby pocket. Zayne pulls away as your grasp on the stick slips slightly, and you turn to pout at him.
“That felt like cheating. I had a whole set-up prepared, you know.” You lightly poked his rib with the backend of your cue stick and he chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
“It was either that, or waiting for the next winter to melt into spring for you to make another move.” Zayne walks past you, picking up his own cue that laid dormant against the pool table. “Take the lesson at face value. You’ll know what to do next time, I’m sure.” He circles around, standing adjacent from your pouting figure as he eyes the skewed layout in thought.
You watch the expanse of his broad shoulders relax as he lowered himself to the table, the tips of his fingers gingerly caressing the tip of the cue stick. You gulped, eyes lingering on the peaks of his knuckles before trailing towards his chest, admiring how his ample pectorals bled into the divots of his hips. The sleek satin of his vest only further accentuated his fine form, and you wanted nothing more than to hold them, to feel that very body against yours once more. You weren’t sure if it was the lack of air conditioning or if it was just you, but your body felt warmer at the thought alone.
Wordlessly, he strikes the white cue ball with ease and knocks out two solid colored balls in one go. The sound of the strike snaps you back into reality as a low chuckle rings in your ears. He stands up, giving you a knowing smile as his eyes twinkle with amusement. “If you keep staring like that, you’ll strain yourself more than your little show earlier.”
You clear your throat, shaking your head of devious thoughts as you flash him a smile. “I know how to enjoy a good view, that’s all. Now watch and learn, I’ll prove you wrong, Dr. Zayne.”
His lips draw themselves into a fine line as he nods, arms crossing over his chest once more as he spectates your next move. You took a step closer in his direction, angling your cue just like how he taught you moments before and holding it firmly against the table. With a decently calculated push, you hit the white cue ball once more as it clicks against a distant striped ball, before both fall into the neighboring pocket in succession.
“I did it!” Even if your fancy trick shot moment had to wait, you still managed to score on your own and that in itself was an accomplishment to be celebrated. You turn to find Zayne already smiling at you, resting his side against the edge of the pool table.
“You did it.”
“I… did… yeah, I did.”
Your excitement quells as you feel the cool gaze of his hazel hues bore into you, taking in your figure quietly. You took the opportunity to do the same, and could feel your heart race with every passing millisecond. The dim lighting of the billiard room could do nothing to hinder his brilliant stature, gently illuminating his exposed forearms from the rolled-up dress shirt and kissing the sides of his neck in a similar manner. With every rise and fall of his chest, the midnight blue of his polished necktie shifted slightly, the neatly tied windsor knot resting flush against his chest.
He leans forward, lifting his face to meet your gaze. “It seems like you have something to say. What’s on your mind?”
You close the gap between your bodies, and Zayne moves to rest his back flat against the pool table as you approach. You find place between his newly parted thighs, allowing you room to move as you lightly push his shoulder down with one hand. He plays along, his elbows supporting his weight as he leaned back and curiously blinks at you. “Well now. This is new.”
“So you see,” You say in tune, eyes glimmering with mischief. You trail your hand down to where his collarbone rested, smoothing out the sparse wrinkles on his vest as the velvety touch welcomes you. “I think it’s my turn to teach you a lesson.”
You lightly take your cue stick and tap both of his shoulders, going from the right to the left before resting it above his heart. “And what kind of lesson involves you knighting me like this?” Zayne ponders, although he makes no effort to pull away. His gaze switches between you and the stick before he feels something poke his jugular, drawing his attention away from you.
You chose not to answer with words, but let your actions do all the talking for you instead. The tip pokes through the fine wrapping of his necktie, loosening the hold as you drag it away from his body. His free hand curls around your cue, pausing your motions and drawing you closer. His voice lowered as he whispered to you. “May I remind you that we are in public, pretty dove.”
“What of it?” You bite back, tilting your head to the side. You were well aware of where the two of you were, the gentle humming of jazz music filtering through your thoughts that were filled with the sight of Zayne beneath you.
“And this is inappropriate.” He mutters, shaking his head slightly as he lifts an eyebrow at you once more. “That’s what.”
You shake off his hold on your cue before pulling it back slightly, poking at his side once and letting the tool slide underneath the gap of his arm, finding home on the cue rest on the opposite end. You take his own cue from his grasp and place it to join your own, both of your hands now freed from the equipment.
Your other hand reaches for the loosened tie as you pull him upwards. He steadies himself with his hands on your side as your foreheads touch and you smile. “This is part of my lesson.” Your lips ghost over his own and he inhales at the proximity. “A lesson that I’ve curated from the best teacher.” You notice his eyes flutter slightly, the same way it always would before he enveloped his warmth with your own. You grin. “It looks like someone’s enjoying this, and we’ve barely gotten started.”
“If I knew you were going to act so soon…” He sighs lightheartedly, shaking his head in defeat. “I shouldn’t have taught you so much.” Zayne chides, his agreement unspoken as he closes the space between you and tenderly locks his lips with yours. Your heads moved to the side in sync as you welcomed him in, the soft smacks of your kisses creating a melody that blended into the background music.
No matter how cold his evol may be, it could never dim the warmth of his skin against yours, and you reveled in every opportunity you could get with him wrapped around your finger. The soothing notes of his cedarwood and eucalyptus fragrance tickled your nose with every kiss you breathed into each other. And you needed more of him.
Your grip on his tie loosened as you trailed a hand down to his chest, tracing the outline of his pectoral before giving it a playful squeeze. He inhaled sharply at your touch, pulling away slightly as he brows furrowed. “This again, hm?”
“You can’t blame me when they’re so nice.” You lightly fondle the area through his padded clothing as you place a kiss to his cheek. “Last time I recall, you enjoyed this too.” Reminding him subtly of one of your previous nights together, you slide your fingers over to the top of his vest buttons and pop the first one open.
“Only when you do it, sure.” He doesn’t deny your prodding, but takes your hand off of his second vest button in turn. He hums, bringing your scheming hand up to his lips and kissing the tips of your fingers. “I think I’ve learned my lesson now.” He pulls you into his embrace as he stands up, catching you off guard before swapping your places.
In a single blink, you found your back touching the firm surface of the pool table as Zayne stood between your legs, looking down at you with hooded eyes. He releases your hand as he hikes your thigh upwards, pulling your lower body closer to his own. There was a slight breeze from the fabric of your skirt lifting, and your cheeks flushed in awareness. You could feel the warmth of your core rest against his clothed groin, and you twitched at the touch. Oh no.
“Oh,” You breathe, the newfound perspective giving you a great view of his torso and you gulped at the space where your bodies connected. You looked away, opting to admire his face in turn as you quipped. “This seems very unprofessional of you, Doctor. So much for your etiquette lesson earlier.”
“Talking about professionalism,” Zayne starts, leaning down to reach for his cue as his chest hovers over yours. He watches your shaky breath from the corner of his eye, and smiles as he pulls back, a small cube of chalk in his other hand. “Is a bit too late.” He pinches the ferrule, his gaze never leaving yours as he lightly chalks the tip before casting the item aside.
Zayne eyes your curious gaze before taking the tip of his cue, lightly dragging it down your chest. You sharply inhale, back arching slightly as he lets the rounded end trace an intricate swirl around your abdomen, before tapping once, twice. It was like he was contemplating something, and your heart raced at the endless possibilities.
”Zayne…”
”Hm?”
He barely moved his head as he looked at you with a lidded gaze, the light behind them gone for a brief moment. And it felt like a predator sizing up their prey before they go in with the final, killing bite. You released the breath you were subconsciously holding and he only chuckled, pulling the dubious stick away from your figure.
His body moves downward once again, just barely touching your own as you feel the weight of the cue only a mere inches away from your face. You instinctively wrapped your leg around his waist, effectively pulling him closer and he let out a low groan at your movements. It doesn’t deter him though, as he exhales and leans into the other side of your face, his words gently caressing your ear. “I’ll show you that little trick of yours you couldn’t manage earlier.”
“So you knew afterall.” You sighed in defeat, although an eager smile unwinds on your lips. Regardless of your position, you were excited to see the movement play out in real time, and by someone who at least knew what he was doing. “Do your best then, darling.”
Zayne hums, before focusing his attention to the cue. There were only three billiard balls left on the table alongside the white ball. While there was one in direct opposition to the cue ball, the other two remained a distance away, nearing their own pockets. He pulls back, one hand gripping the end of the cue while the other places the ferrule between his knuckles. With the way he was posed, he reminded you of a Greek statue you saw in passing at a nearby museum many moons ago. And you swore he was the embodiment of a living work of art. He nods towards you with a confident smile.
“Watch closely. I’ll only do it once.”
You turn your head slightly as you attempt to watch his play. With a meaningful strike, it was almost like a domino effect in the way he single-handedly scored the remaining spheres into the pockets, and the satisfying clinks of their movements was a mesmerizing sight to behold. “Amazing,” You gape, rising from the table as you steady yourself, resting a hand on his shoulder as you sit upright. “No wonder why you’re one of Linkon’s best.”
“I never had any title of the sort for this in particular,” He chuckles, placing the cue down as one hand cups your cheek. He strokes the skin caringly as he brings your face closer to his own. “But I’ll take your high praise as a sign I did good.”
“You were more than good. It was surreal,” You marveled, seeing your reflection in the ringlets of his olive and hazel orbs, and you paused at the realization. You were so comfortable around him that you didn’t realize your body had moved on its own, remembering how intimately close you had pulled your lower torsos together just moments prior.
You shift, attempting to reach the floor with the tips of your toes barely touching the ground. “I–I should move, I think.”
“You think? Good to know there’s some thoughts behind those pretty eyes of yours,” Zayne remarks, lifting your chin with his right hand as the lighting from above bounces off of your iris. He holds you still, pushing you back to sit onto the pool table and you silently comply. “Then you should start thinking about a way to fix our current predicament, don’t you think? ”
His left hand trails gently against your inner thigh, the leather of his glove tickling your skin as he pushes your pleated skirt to the side. He clicks his tongue as he looks down. “Hm. You wanted to move?” The tip of his thumb presses against the evident slick trail leaking through your underwear, and you let out a shaky sigh at the touch. “How could you, when you’re already a dripping mess underneath me?”
The flats of his middle and ring finger find themselves against your clothed folds and you whimper, feeling exposed at his expense. You weakly reach for his wrist as he applies a light pressure, shaking your head. “Ah, no… I can explain… probably.”
“Can you now?” His fingers pull the fabric of your now soaked underwear to the side, as the tips lightly run up and down between your folds. Bringing the gloved hand up to your faces, you could see the glisten of your arousal stick to his fingers as he raised an eyebrow. “Then get to explaining. Otherwise, I’ll need to make sure my beloved dove is in sound health before we go home.”
You exhale, looking away almost bashfully as you start to conjure any form of an explanation for why you were so needlessly turned on right now. “Listen,” You start, biting your lip as you turn to face him. “It’s sexy watching a man play pool the way you do.”
“ A man? ” He emphasizes, his gloved fingers returning to stroke your core and your hips jumping from the returned touch. He taunts you with his words and actions. “Is that all I am to you?”
“My man,” You mewl, emphasizing your words as you push your hips into his cupped hand when his digits gently prod at your entrance once more. “My beautiful work of art of a man, one I get to call mine. And is currently driving me insane as we speak.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Zayne muses, a warm smile gracing his features. “Then as your man, I think I know how to help you sedate your sanity. If you’ll let me.”
“Gods,” You groan, pushing your head onto his shoulder as he chuckles. “Just hurry up and give it to me already, we both know what we want. And what I want is you inside of me right now.”
“Behave.” He chastises, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Otherwise you’ll have to wait until we get home.”
You hum half-heartedly, hands already making way to play with the loops of his pants belt before joining in the middle. You make quick work of his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping like your life depended on it as you reach a hand into his underwear, freeing his cock from their fabric confines and he hisses at the exposed air. You look downwards, happily taking in the view. The curve of his tip was a welcoming sight as it stood out against the pristine dark linen of his torso, the veins pulsing with need as you cupped him. You lightly worked his upper shaft, pumping him a couple of times and watching with desire as beads of white leaked through.
“Are you,” Zayne huffs, a moan stuck in his throat as he reaches for your hand. “Planning on getting off like this? I thought you wanted me to take you in.”
“Don’t get it twisted,” You counter, taking your hand off as you peel yourself off of him. You lean back onto the pool table, elbows resting in support as you parted your thighs to give him a better view of your needy core. “I still, very much, want you. Won’t you help me?”
“Oh, silly girl.” He smiles, pulling your underwear to the side once more as he grips his girth in the other. He runs the hot tip up and down, using your arousal to lubricate himself as you let out a soft moan. “You’re in good hands. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
With that, you feel his length push against your walls as you take him in. Even with the aid of your fluids coating him, he was careful as he grinded closer, completely bottoming out in your cunt as he sighs next to your ear. You wrap both of your legs around his torso, locking him in place as your arms sling across his back. You returned his grinding, cherishing the way his cock pulsed within you as your hips lightly bounced on his own. Words fail to form as you let out incoherent mumbles, lost in the warm pleasure of his body as his voice breaks your thoughts.
“Use your words, pretty dove.” Zayne presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, his right hand rubbing supportive circles across your lower back.
It was taking everything in him to not pound you senseless right there and then, to payback for your playful demeanor this entire time. He saw the way your bright eyes hungrily took him in when he was below you moments ago, and it was a sight that he wouldn’t forget for days. He adored you, he truly did—but he also enjoyed the way you would unfurl yourself to him, and he wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of a steady fuck until you made it adamantly clear once more.
“Please,” You let out, looking at him with glossy eyes.
“Please what? ” He was so close to getting the answer he wanted, and so were you.
“Please fuck me already–! Need you to make me forget everything and only know your name and the feeling of your cock filling me full.” You managed to cry out your pleas, and that was all Zayne needed before he let his length pull out, followed by immediately slamming right back into your needy core.
His thrusts became relentless, the sounds of your evident love-making session filling the room as your fingers dug into his shoulder blades. The poor pool table beneath you shook with every forward push of his hips, but he didn’t care one bit, much to your surprise. Even with the pace of his hips, he guides you to lay back down on the table, your back flat against the surface as you reach for his arms. You were desperate to grab onto anything as he continued to seamlessly push in and out of you, his ungloved hand pulling your waist back in sync to his thrusts.
You somehow manage to grip his tie, the once loose fabric tightening under your pull and he groans, the sudden but brief asphyxiation catching him off beat. His gloved hand covers yours as he intertwines your fingers with his own, before resting them above your head.
“Don’t.”
You just barely missed the dilation of his pupils, the flushed redness that painted his ears, and the slight crack in his tone when he scolded you. Well, that was delightful.
Your grip on his hand tightened as the warmth in your stomach began to uncoil. “Zayne—I’m so close, so close, please—”
He leans down to seal your moans with his own, kissing you firmly as his thrusts become erratic around the feeling of your clenching. He pulls back, panting against your lips. “You—you’ll need to, hah… keep it inside for me until we get home. Is that okay?”
Oh, fuck. You were thankful that the stars aligned in your favor today as you feverishly nodded, desperately pushing your hips back down onto his thrusts as the heels of your shoes dig into his back. He really couldn’t move away at this point, but it wasn’t like he wanted to.
“More than okay,” You moan, lightly kissing his trembling lower lip. “Give it all to me, I don’t want to waste even a single drop.”
“Good. It’s all yours, always has been and always will be.” He lets go of your waist as his thumb circles over your nub, pressing firmly as your thighs quivered at the added touch. His brow knitted in concentration, desperate to bring you both to a high.
“Come undone for me, pretty dove. Please.” His words were strained as he desperately moved, feeling his own climax quickening with every sensitive movement.
That was the final straw for you, and you cried out his name in a melody he would never get tired of, with waves of ecstasy flooding through you as you clenched around his cock. You felt your fluids roll out, the sticky noises only furthering as his hips snapped into place and his own release twitched within you. A guttural noise bubbles in his throat as streams of warm white pulsed through his tip.
Zayne leans down, resting his body atop of yours and you stare at the ceiling, breathless. He rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to fill you to the brim with every bit of his seed, taking in your scent as he places gentle kisses along your neck.
As your legs relaxed, he moved off of your body and watched as his length pulled out from your soaked core. He bit his lower lip once he fully pulled out, watching you clench around nothing and the slight bead of his cum threatening to spill out. Zayne readjusts your underwear and you bemoan at the feeling, to which he finds both mildly amusing and concerning. He tucks himself back into his underwear, fixing his pants before turning his full attention back to you.
“Are you hurt?” He smooths out your skirt as you finally decide to move, sitting upwards and jutting your lip at him. You reach towards him and he complies, cupping your pouting face between his hands and turning you from side to side. He pinches your cheeks for good measure. “Hm. Nothing wrong here. You’re still as beautiful as always.”
“I—Oh, well first of all, thank you.” Your cheeks heated up at his unexpected compliment, wanting to live in that moment before you remembered why you were slightly disgruntled in the first place. “But this is a little embarrassing, so hear me out, okay?”
“I’m all ears.” His eyes were clear as day, filled with only worry and care for you as he waits for your next words.
You inhale. “My… underwear is too wet. It’ll be hard to walk in. And um,” You look away, embarrassment definitely eating you away as another issue made itself evident. “My back hurts. Just a bit. It wasn’t you though, the table was too tough and dug into my bones.” You raise your hands in defense, swearing on your life that it was the fault of the table and not your boyfriend’s delicious cock. Not like you were complaining about the latter, definitely not.
“Ah.” Zayne seemed relieved as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting go of your face. “Don’t worry. Luckily, there’s a Doctor around who can help you with that.” He places one arm under your legs and the other holding your back as he lifts you from the table with ease.
You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement, arms immediately finding themselves around his neck for support. “W-what? I thought you were a cardiovascular surgeon though?”
“I am.” His response was firm—because well, it was a matter of fact, after all. The level-headed man was one of Akso Hospital and Linkon’s best, and there was no denying it.
“So, how is a doctor of hearts going to help someone with mild back pain and chronically wet undergarments?” You question, and he only shakes his head as his lips curl into a grin at your inquiry.
“I’m also a doctor who specializes in the field of you. I’ll carry you to the car, and give you some massages when we get home. Does that suffice?”
Smooth. You liked the sound of it as you nodded, resting your head against this chest. You pull a hand down to mindlessly play with the edge of his tie as you speak up. “Then, I’m in your care once more, Dr. Zayne.”
The air was warm as the two of you stood there, admiring each other’s presence before a gentle sound of a crack broke your tranquility. Your eyes darted towards the sound, finding themselves looking at the pool table you were just at. Zayne takes a few steps towards it, gives it a good look over before sighing, his nose pointing to the ceiling.
“Don’t tell me…” You trail off, worried that your inkling might be true.
“If you don’t want me to tell you that we may have accidentally broken public property, then no. I won’t tell you then.” Zayne remarks, and you smack his chest with the tie in return.
Oh well. You really hope that the owner of the billiards establishment takes part-time payments for the damages.