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No, Zeke didn't mind the tattoos. He was actually quite the fan of body modification in reasonable doses. Ink, piercings, they were just another bonus, something to explore with hands or mouth. He liked the ridges, they were unique, nothing he'd ever seen before, let alone felt.

He didn't bother answering verbally, it was obvious.

Instead he fell into the kiss, enjoying the soft press of lips, and the smaller hands working against his lower back. A little less aggressive than he might normally have been, he was actually behaving himself pretty admirably considering there was a cute guy perched on his lap, but Zac was so new to the idea of men being a thing that was alright for him to be attracted to, it had the Mist taking things almost frustratingly slow.

But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself.

He slid his hand up Zac's back, the side of his neck, and through dark hair, a gentle caress that let him curl fingers into that softness, pulling, gently at first, to gauge the smaller man's reaction.

Well wasn't that something. Zeke's lips drew back in a grin, despite the teeth that had caught the lower one, and he'd tighten his grip. Using that hold to draw Zac back so he could look up at him, amused, that warm darkness slipping into his eyes. "Car seats can be fun. Cramped though."

The hand on the Sun's back came around to press into his chest, pushing him back so he was sitting straight again, head back with the pressure Zeke kept up with the hold on his hair. It stretched that short body into enticing lines, let the taller man take in the swirling designs that swept over shoulders and down his chest.

But best of all, it gave him control, and that was something he craved at all times.

He sounded amused when he spoke, voice a low rumble. "So what do you want from me, Zac?" It seemed like he was making great strides in coming to terms with his own sexuality.

The hand on that tanned chest slid up, lazily circling his throat, and he'd lean forward, setting teeth into a tattooed shoulder.

The smirk that cut across Zeke's lips was cold and amused as the other man swore, asking for more, but now that he'd found the little Sun liked things a little on the rougher side, he was content to take his time. Hazel eyes traced down that slim chest, eyeing the scar that cut over intricate designs, and he made a mental note to ask about it when Zac was a little more focused.

Those pale eyes ticked up at the question, and a soft questioning hum followed as he tapped a finger against the side of Zac's neck. "Me?" His head tilted, thoughtfully, as he considered how much to say.

"What I want, and what you'll give me, aren't even in the same realm." He chuckled, dragging his tongue over the imprint of his own teeth. "At least, not unless you're feeling very adventurous." The kiss he left on the side of Zac's neck was almost tender, and his breath was warm against his ear. "How far do you want to go?"

"Life's short," he murmured, slowly increasing the pressure against blue hair. "And we're in a very dangerous career line."

Teeth grazed lazily over tanned skin. He used his grip on Zac's hair to turn his head, stretching that thin neck so he could run lips, tongue, and teeth over it. His other hand drifted trailing over the Sun's stomach, before the tip of a finger tucked into the band of his jeans.

"I'm going to assume you aren't stocked up with the sorts of things you'd want if you intended to entertain men." His breath was warm against the underside of Zac's jaw. "So there's only so far we'd be able to go, but I can assure you, it'd feel good."

He trailed tongue and teeth along the other man's jaw, breath warm as he chuckled, until he could catch the lobe of his ear, giving it a suck. Then he'd murmur, barely above a whisper, just what exactly he had in mind.

The band of his jeans was given a tug, and a skilled little twist of fingers popped the top button.