Re: Dance Dance Time - Eros
"Is that so?" Zayn countered mildly, voice laced with humor. And yet there hadn't been a single kiss yet. He knew he should've been wondering what exactly had brought this on but the fuzzy part of his brain couldn't bring himself to give a shit. There was Ben. Ben was flirting. That's all that mattered.
He shivered a little at the feel of Ben's hands, still somewhat stuck on the laughter before - he didn't understand why that would induce laughter but... But maybe he was looking too much into things. The fuzzy part of his brain was beating on his skull trying to get him to pay more attention to it than logic. Logic was fucking stupid.
Zayn flicked an eyebrow up - Ben called that a kiss? But there was more. "I've wanted you since... the club. But I'm worried about hurting you. I'm not the most trustworthy," he sighed softly against Ben's skin then started a casual trail of kisses along his jaw, down the length of his lovely pale throat. His thumbs hooked into Ben's waistband, searching for skin under the suit layers.