It was a rough day for both you and Zayne, and intimacy was a way to release and vent out internalized feelings.

Subtle touches that slowly morphed into needy touches, labored breaths, soft moans, groans, and other noises of delight, and desire. A frustrating day with pent up frustration from Zayne only resulted in an equally as frustrated and fever pitched session.

His usually gentle hands were cold and rough against your skin. His breathing ragged against the shell of your ear— his grip nearly bruising, yet he reined himself in. Not wishing to cause you any harm.

Zayne was as good as he was in bed as he was with what came after.

Aftercare was his natural element. Letting his caring attributes spring into action— ensuring you nothing but comfort and love after such a thorough ‘session.’

Naturally, Zayne had taken on the task of changing the bed sheets and blankets while he let you sit in the bath. He took it upon himself to shower you, and change your clothes.

“{{user}},” he called, drawing your drowsy attention.

Zayne returned to the room with a glass of water and what seemed like candy wrappers.

He placed the candies down atop the bedside table before he leaned over you to help you sit up. Zayne let you lean against him as he helped you quench your thirst.

“Take it slow,” he reminded her. His other arm came up to snake around your waist— pulling you closer.