A/N: Hey all! Here's another Zanstan oneshot. I feel like its been a while since I posted something smutty, so I thought I'd give you guys what you want(you know you want it). I hope you guys enjoy this one!


Graduation Night

"For me Zander? Please?" Tristan heard his boyfriend groan from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Why? I hate wearing this thing. It's like a dress." Tristan chuckled, his hand wrapping around the doorknob and jiggling it—it was locked of course.

"Come on Zan. I'll fuck you nice and hard afterwards." He said in a sing-song voice, pausing afterwards. "You're blushing aren't you?"

"Shut up!" Zander called out, his face burning.

"Zan, it's just me. And I've seen all of what's under the robe before anyway, so what's the big deal?"

"I'm naked under here, that's the big deal. And it feels weird…"

"I don't understand why you're embarrassed."

"I'm not!" Zander's exasperated voice came from the other side of the door. "I just…I…"

"Come out already." Tristan heard his boyfriend sigh, before a click was heard and the door opened to reveal Zander.

He was wearing his black gown from graduation, his cap sitting lopsided on his head with the blue and black tassel hanging from it. A blush was spread across his cheeks and his eyes were directed at his own feet. Tristan's eyes moved down Zander's body and he saw his boyfriend's hard-on poking against his gown.

"I knew you wanted it," Tristan murmured, stepping forward and kissing Zander. His hand traveled down to his boyfriend's ass and grabbed it, pulling him closer. Zander moaned at the feeling of his barely clothed erection rubbing against his boyfriend's jeans.

"I do," Zander muttered into the kiss, incredibly turned on. He grinded fiercely against Tristan. "I want it so bad." Tristan's lips moved to kiss his jaw as he continued to grope his boyfriend's ass.

"Is this our graduation night fucking?" Zander had been thinking about this all through the graduation ceremony—Tristan's hands on his ass, his mouth on his nipples and penis, and his erection pulsing inside of him.

"Oh god yes. Please."

They hadn't even gotten into bed yet and Tristan already had him begging.

Tristan kissed his boyfriend again, their lips moving sloppily against each other. "Wrap your legs around me," he muttered against Zander's lips. Zander's arms immediately linked around his boyfriend's neck and he jumped, his legs wrapping around Tristan's waist.

They stumbled back towards the bed and fell onto it, Tristan on the bottom and Zander straddling his waist. Their lips were still locked together in a heated kiss, Zander rolling his hips forward and rubbing himself against Tristan, pre-come staining his graduation gown.

Zander giggled into the kiss when Tristan grabbed his ass again. His hands moved up his thighs and under the gown, one hand dancing around his hole and the other hand fondling his balls. Zander gasped and Tristan took that opportunity to flip them and shove his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth.

Their tongues rubbed against one another as Tristan began to stroke Zander slowly and gently, Zander thrusting his hips up into his hands. His cap had fallen off and was gazing over the edge of the bed, wondering how much the fall to the floor would hurt. Zander's fingers were threaded into Tristan's dark hair and they pulled back briefly for air.

"Mmmm, Casanova." Zander buried his face in Tristan's neck, his lips kissing the skin there. "I love the way you make me feel."

"You'll be feeling even better soon." Tristan bit on the top of Zander's ear, making him squeak. "Take off the robe babe." His voice was low and lusty, and Zander shivered. He allowed Tristan to help him take off his graduation gown and once again, he was in a situation where he was completely naked and Tristan was fully clothed.

Tristan leaned down to suck on his collarbone and Zander sighed, arching his back. "H-hey Casanova…" He moaned when Tristan's thumbs flicked over his nipples.

"Hm?"

"Y-you're still wearing a-all of your clothes…" Tristan chuckled and pulled back.

"This always seems to happen, doesn't it? Well, maybe if you weren't so eager to fuck me, you'd be able to keep your clothes on longer." Zander flushed.

"You're the one w-who takes my clothes off of me!"

"True…" Tristan grinned and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him. "Better?"

"No…the pants need to go too."

"Well somebody's needy…." Tristan unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off. He was now only in a pair of black boxer briefs that were barely containing a very large bulge.

"Talk about needy." Zander reached out and grabbed Tristan's erection, squeezing it and a strangled noise came from Tristan's open mouth.

"Oh fuck." He gasped, his hand shooting out and grabbing Zander's wrist. "If you keep doing that, I'll blow a load in my boxers."

"I don't need to touch you that much more to make that happen, do I?" Zander raised an eyebrow, challenging his boyfriend. Tristan fought back by leaning down and sucking Zander's nipple into his mouth. "S-shit…that's not fair."

"All's fair in making love…" Tristan's tongue swirled around the already hardened bud, his fingers tweaking the other. He could feel Zander's excitement poking into his abs and he pushed his hips forward, rubbing their erections together.

"Dammit T-Tristan, go lower…"

"Lower?" Tristan moved down his boyfriend's body a fraction of an inch. "Is this good?"

"You know what I'm talking about you sexy b-bastard."

"Resorting to name calling, are we now?"

"Just suck me Tristan, please!"

"Oh…" He slowly kissed his way down Zander's body. As he moved over his boyfriend's abs, they quivered under his lips. He finally reached Zander's throbbing hot erection, but he had a better idea. He licked his middle finger, coating it with his saliva, and probed at Zander's hole.

"A-ah! W-what are you doing?" Zander's fingers gripped at the sheets.

"Trust me," Tristan whispered, pushing his fingers inside Zander. A long moan came from Zander's mouth, but it quickly died in his throat when Tristan began moving his finger inside of him, simultaneously licking his balls.

"Holy f-fuck…" Zander whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"But wait, there's more." Tristan wrapped his hand around Zander's shaft and began pumping him, and Zander couldn't hold back the scream. So many sensations all at one time, the pleasure was overwhelming, and he knew that he would come in no time.

"T-Tristan…" His voice was strained and he could barely think straight, let alone think. "Fuck…" Tristan felt his boyfriend's penis pulsing in his hand and his balls tightening. He pushed in a second finger and pushed against that spot that made his boyfriend crazy.

Zander let out a scream fit for a teenage girl and came hard. Come splattered across his abs and chest, and Tristan pushed against his spot again, shooting another wave of pleasure through his body. Wave after wave pulsed through him, and all he could see behind his eyelids was white. Tristan removed his fingers and the sensation of insane pleasure began to recede from Zander's body, his vision returning to normal. He gulped down a few breaths and covered his flushed face with his hands.

"One day, you're going to make me have an orgasm so powerful that it kills me…" Tristan laughed and gently pulled his hands away from his face.

"Even I don't think I'm skilled enough to bring you to that level of pleasure. Besides, I don't want to kill the love of my life." Zander grinned and grabbed his boyfriend's face, pulling him down and kissing him hard. Their tongues tangled together again and Zander rolled his hips up into his boyfriend, both moaning into the kiss.

"Casanova…"

"Yeah babe?" Tristan kissed Zander's jaw.

"Fuck me. Fuck me so hard you make me see stars and I can't breathe."

"I'm pretty sure that I've already accomplished that task tonight, but I can do it again." He proceeded to line himself up with Zander, but his boyfriend stopped him. He gently pushed Tristan away and situated himself on his hands and knees, his ass towards his boyfriend. He looked over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed, and Tristan saw that his eyes were smoldering with lust.

"This way. Do it this way." Tristan let out a growl of approval and grabbed his boyfriend's hips, shoving himself into him.

Zander cried out as Tristan began slamming into him from the get-go, leaving no time to ease into things.

Not that Zander wanted to take things slow anyway…

The bed squeaked and skin slapping against skin could be heard echoing through the room. Zander was moaning quite loudly, his head bowed and his hair framing his face, his arms barely holding himself up. Tristan gripped Zander's hips even harder, to the point of pain, and drilled himself deeper into his boyfriend, hitting his spot hard, repeatedly.

A string of obscenities spewed from Tristan's lips. "I'm going to come…"

"Come inside me," Zander barely managed to say. "I want to feel your come filling every inch of me." Zander gasped when Tristan slammed into him one last time, shooting his load inside of him.

Tristan leaned into Zander's body as he emptied himself inside of his boyfriend, and Zander's walls tightened around him like a vice grip, squeezing even more come out of him. Zander moaned as he came, come dripping from his penis and landing on the bed sheets.

Zander was unable to support himself any longer—his two orgasms had stolen all the energy from his body—and he collapsed onto the bed. Tristan dropped onto the bed beside him and brushed his hair away from his eyes, kissing his forehead.

"Hey Zan?"

"Hm?" Zander moaned quietly at the feeling of his boyfriend's excess come dribbling from his hole.

"Congrats on graduating babe. I'm proud of you." Zander grinned and snuggled into Tristan's body.

"Thanks. Same to you Casanova. I love you."

"I love you too. Oh, and in case I forgot to mention, you look fucking sexy in a graduation gown with nothing underneath."

"Fuck you."


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