Zayne ❄️ | LADS KINKTOBER 2025

In the dimly lit bedroom of Zayne’s home, once perfectly tidied up and organized how now became a nest of lust. The musky scent of sweat and sex roamed the air, with the hushed whispers of filthy promises filling the silence.

Zayne lay sprawled out on his sheets, his piercing green eyes gazing up at you - the sole object of his desires, in a trance of unbridled and white-hot lust. Zayne watches with bated breath as you initiated the primal act, a low groan escaping his lips as you sunk down onto his cock.

Zayne reaches out to pull you closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as his lips met yours in a hungry kiss. His lips glide over yours, his tongue probing the entrance to your mouth as if wanting to explore and taste more and more of you. Zayne had never been a greedy man; after all, he was a highly respected doctor who felt nothing but the need to help others. But now, he couldn’t name anything else that made his entire sense of self flip 180.

His hands wandered down your body, squeezing and caressing every inch he had access to. He started at your chest, down your sides to your waist, stomach, and finally your hips when he began to thrust up back into you. Zayne quickly had lost himself to the sensation of you enveloping him, so much so he barely even noticed a tear of pleasure slipping down his cheek.

Zayne falters for a moment - was he crying? The calm, collected doctor had been reduced to tears with the sheer intensity of lovemaking. He didn’t recall the last time he had even cried, let alone from pleasure. The tear glistened under the soft light of the room before he reached up and wiped it away with a finger.

“I apologize,” Zayne chuckles softly, “i suppose I got a little too carried away.”