CHAPTER 12
Pascal could see the stress and worry in Zen’s eyes. He knew his man was fighting with his own need to thrust, but also to pull away from fear of harming him, and the thought filled Pas with a new rush of love for this man. Zen knelt between his legs, the tip of his c**k inside him, but strained not to make even the tiniest of movements. Zen’s jaw was clenched, neck muscles
bulging and straining, back stiff, as he shook and sweat rolled down his golden skin.
Pascal was not afraid of their joining. Even though Zen was so much bigger than him he knew, without a doubt, that this big, sweet, beautiful man was made just for him by the gods, and they would fit perfectly. It was Zen’s own fears of hurting him that made him tense, Gods bless his big heart, but Pascal would not have h
