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Zed's Secret Nights: Part 5
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2025-07-11 08:00:17The tension didn't just thrum, it pulsed.
Not a word spoken. Not a command issued. Zed merely leaned back into the leather of his chair, swirling his glass, his robe parted slightly, but he didn't move, didn't blink. Nigel breathed unevenly, his fingers still tingling from where Thanos had touched him. Thanos didn't retreat. He couldn't. There was something in the way Nigel's throat moved when he swallowed. In the way his pupils were blown wide, reflecting the heat in the room. No more pretending. No more play. And Thanos, prideful, brash, always in control, let go. He surged forward. Their lips crashed, not softly, not delicately. Desperate. Starved. Their hands roamed like they'd been waiting too long, fumbling for skin, for friction, for more. Nigel gasped into Tha
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Zed sat there, slouched now in the throne, like couch, head resting back, lips slightly parted as he watched the chaotic beauty unravel before him. No more commands. No more fingers pointing. Thanos and Nigel had long since stopped seeking permission. They tangled like instinct made flesh, colliding and melting in new ways, discovering uncharted skin, drawing paths across bodies with mouths and trembling fingers, their sounds echoing into rhythm. But Zed, he was the true storm. Silent, yet shaking. The soft clink of the new whiskey glass as it tilted in his unsteady grip broke the tension only for it to rise higher. His fingers tightened, not from anger, but from the unbearable heat surging through him. He sank deeper into the couch, legs stiffening as his toes curled into the carpeted floor. A wave hit, sharp, unpredictable. It dragged him down with a quiet grunt, hips twitching, couch groaning beneath his weight as every nerve in his body lit up.
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Zed's glass touched his lips, yet his voice slipped through the rim, calm and cutting like a blade through silk. "Tie him up." No name. No glance. Just the command, and it echoed like thunder. Thanos blinked, already breathless, but something in that voice hit him deeper than sound. His fingers moved before thought could stop them, instinct tangled with temptation. The ropes, soft, silken, and far too eager, slid like serpents across Nigel's skin, coiling in ritual. Wrists behind his back. Ankles bound just enough to stagger his stance. Loops kissed the curve of his waist, chest, thighs, then knotted into a sinful, delicate bow right at the center of his body. A gift not to unwrap, but to admire. Nigel? He didn't resist. He breathed out, a shaky, beautiful offering, as if surrender had always been stitched into his skin. Zed leaned back into the couch, exhaling slowly, the glass clink
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The tension didn't just thrum, it pulsed. Not a word spoken. Not a command issued. Zed merely leaned back into the leather of his chair, swirling his glass, his robe parted slightly, but he didn't move, didn't blink. Nigel breathed unevenly, his fingers still tingling from where Thanos had touched him. Thanos didn't retreat. He couldn't. There was something in the way Nigel's throat moved when he swallowed. In the way his pupils were blown wide, reflecting the heat in the room. No more pretending. No more play. And Thanos, prideful, brash, always in control, let go. He surged forward. Their lips crashed, not softly, not delicately. Desperate. Starved. Their hands roamed like they'd been waiting too long, fumbling for skin, for friction, for more. Nigel gasped into Tha
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