Meet in Between

Deleted Scene : ZYATT SMUT

A/N : WARNING!! ZED X WYATT SMUT AHEAD!! Mature 18+ audiences ONLY!! Read at your own risk.

Who's ready for the Zyatt smut no one asked for?? :)

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Zed slowly roused from his slumber with a quiet moan, panting and groaning as his body reacted on its own. Someone was on top of him, kissing his neck feverishly and hands rubbing along his torso with a gentle touch.

He peeked his eyes open.

He saw a strong, muscular, tan bare shoulder. He immediately knew who was giving him these affections. But his eyes drift up the smooth neck it was attached to anyways. There was none other than the scruffy werewolf he'd been having trouble getting out of his head; kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping at his neck.

Zed moaned again but this time it was more than just a noise, "Wyatt..."

The wolf paused at the sound of his name, giving the love mark he'd created on the zombie's neck one last kiss before shifting to look into his eyes. A subconscious whimper slipped out of Zed from the withdrawal of affection, making him blush in embarrassment. If Wyatt noticed, he didn't acknowledge it. Which Zed was grateful for.

"Good morning, Sleepy Head," Wyatt purred with his devilish grin.

"H—how did you get in here?" Zed asked, cursing the grogginess in his voice.

"You're gonna need better window locks if you wanna keep me out," he quipped, not giving the zombie a chance to respond before delving back down into the crook of his neck. Zed gasped as sharp fangs grazed the soft flesh of his throat.

He'd be lying to himself if he said the dangerous thoughts of being with a werewolf didn't excite him. And damn was he hot on top of him. Zed's entire body was quivering from adrenaline and pleasure.

Cautiously, and with what little concentration he had left, Zed lifted his hands. Testing the waters of allowing them to roam the body of the aggressive male over him. When his fingertips sprawled across the wolf's hips, the shiver it drew from him gave Zed some much-needed confidence. He gripped the solid flesh, earning a pleased whine from Wyatt.

But he didn't expect him to grind his pelvis in response.

Both males gasp from pleasure as their shafts brush one another through the thin fabric of their underwear. Then suddenly, Wyatt's lips are on his. The kiss they share is urgent and heated, both panting and moaning into each other's mouths as their hips make small thrusts to create a pleasant friction that was driving them mad.

As quick as he'd started, Wyatt just as quickly squirmed out of Zed's grasp and shuffled down the bed, slipping his sharp claws under the zombie's waistband and slicing the fabric to easily free his manhood. Zed's face was bright red as he watched Wyatt pause to take in the sight of him.

But his heart rate quickened as the wolf bent down, propped up on knees and elbows, as he took his shaft in his palm. A shiver ran up Zed's spine from the pleasant sensation but he didn't dare take his eyes off the wolf.

The sight of him so erotic as he licked his lips, fangs playing peek-a-boo with the zombie. "I'm gonna make you feel good, okay?" Wyatt asked permission. Zed gulped back the saliva that had built up in his mouth and nodded his consent. Wyatt's smirk widened.