Deserving happiness is something that Sage will argue with Zelo for a long time, he is sure of it. They are both so prone to thinking the worst, that they were somehow not worthy of things for sins they had committed in the past, though he is so very sure that whatever transgression Zelo has committed in the past are nothing as terrible as his own, that there is no way this bright and kind creature that has settled in his life could be undeserving of happiness. Zelo has been there for Sage in ways that no one else has in a long while. Has given him a place where he felt safe, wanted. Has given Sage a reason to keep on going, despite the darkness that clawed at his being.
Zelo was the softness, the kindness, the brightness that Sage needed. And fuck everything if he didn't work to keep him happy, do whatever he could to keep a smile on Zelo's face, even if that meant tearing out his own heart for the dragon. There was a line for Sage in his heart, you were either inside or outside, and at some point Zelo crossed that line. Sage couldn't find it in himself to be upset by this.
Especially not when Zelo was hovering over him like that, desire clear in his gaze. Desire and-- affection that makes his breath catch and--
"Shit, Zelo that-- " His voice catches, words tumbling into moans and noises as Zelo swallows his cock easily, makes him see stars. His fingers flex in the dark strands, hips shaking minutely as he fights the urge to rock up and take, to demand. That isn't what he wants (he desires it, god the desire in him right now is burning) not without knowing it is something Zelo is willing to give. Sage bites at his bottom lip, whines spilling free with the pressure and sensation, nails sliding against Zelo's scalp with every tremor of pleasure that rocks though him.
Sage could die happy like this, he thinks. At a particular press of his tongue, Sage gasps and bucks his hips. "Fuck, Zelo, so good, you feel so good, please-- Zelo." The name on his lips sounds like prayer, sounds like worship, and the look in his eyes only reinforces that. Sage looks down at Zelo with adoration in his gaze, beyond the physical want and desire.
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Zelo was the softness, the kindness, the brightness that Sage needed. And fuck everything if he didn't work to keep him happy, do whatever he could to keep a smile on Zelo's face, even if that meant tearing out his own heart for the dragon. There was a line for Sage in his heart, you were either inside or outside, and at some point Zelo crossed that line. Sage couldn't find it in himself to be upset by this.
Especially not when Zelo was hovering over him like that, desire clear in his gaze. Desire and-- affection that makes his breath catch and--
"Shit, Zelo that-- " His voice catches, words tumbling into moans and noises as Zelo swallows his cock easily, makes him see stars. His fingers flex in the dark strands, hips shaking minutely as he fights the urge to rock up and take, to demand. That isn't what he wants (he desires it, god the desire in him right now is burning) not without knowing it is something Zelo is willing to give. Sage bites at his bottom lip, whines spilling free with the pressure and sensation, nails sliding against Zelo's scalp with every tremor of pleasure that rocks though him.
Sage could die happy like this, he thinks. At a particular press of his tongue, Sage gasps and bucks his hips. "Fuck, Zelo, so good, you feel so good, please-- Zelo." The name on his lips sounds like prayer, sounds like worship, and the look in his eyes only reinforces that. Sage looks down at Zelo with adoration in his gaze, beyond the physical want and desire.