Whoa there. The comment was almost enough to throw Zephyr violently out of mood, but Zeke knew what he was doing. Whatever Zephyr was going to protest with never passed his lips, simply leaving him with his lips parted as the sensation of Zeke's hips moving against his own sort of overtook his mind, his eyes locked with Zeke's. This was too fucking straining.
"No... No," he mumbled. "I want you... Now."
Maybe it was because of all the frustration this had brought, but Zeph couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted Zeke's body this bad. He tugged at the other man's underwear again, shifting slightly to be a little more comfortable with Zeke in his lap.