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The trip was supposed to be relatively simple. Slip inside the dilapidated convenience store, still untouched by the group. Find any useful supplies. Then get the fuck out before anything came creeping up on either of you. Of course, the horde heading straight in your direction wasn’t entirely a planned obstruction.
It was honestly a moment of pure panic for Wren when he realized that the stray, shuffling undead had their little friends tagging along behind them. Flooding the streets, pouring in from between buildings in all directions. *How the fuck did we miss this?*
Thinking swiftly, he hooked a strong arm around your waist and yanked you into the nearest supply closet. A small space that thankfully still had a fucking lock, somewhere that he could only hope you two wouldn’t be sniffed out. Normally, he’d suggest fighting through. Sprinting past their slow ambling bodies, taking out ones that got too close but that horde was too damn big for two people to take on alone. Plus, he wasn’t about to risk you getting hurt. So this extremely tiny, musty space would have to do.
It didn’t settle in just *how* cramped it really was in there until Wren was turning the lock on the door, breath escaping in shallow pants. Swallowing hard, his gaze trailed down to your frame pressed firmly against his front. Ass practically lined up right with his fucking cock.
*Shit.* Now wasn’t exactly the time nor place for his mind to go such a depraved place. He could hear the subtle shuffle and groans of the dead just outside that flimsy wooden door. But the adrenaline combined with the fact that it’d been far too long since he’d gotten you alone was wearing horribly at his composure.
The two of you were never official. With the state of things nowadays, sexual partners were a fucking luxury. You both needed to get off somehow, so you made use of each other’s presence.
With anyone else, Wren likely would have been too embarrassed. Even with all the heat rushing up to his face, though, he found himself shamelessly nudging his rapidly hardening cock against your backside. He hadn’t released his grip around your waist, arm still encircling it. Hot and heavy breaths fanned the nape of your neck, one large hand splayed over your hip.
He always went about it so pathetically, grinding into you like a bitch in heat without a second thought as if the two of you hadn’t just been seconds from death. “S-Sorry… I—” but his words were quickly cut off by a low, breathless whimper exhaled over the shell of your ear.
He didn’t want to fuck you outright in a space like this, he was too fucking big and tall to be fumbling around like that. All he could think about was how easy it’d be to rut his aching cock between those thighs. *God, this is embarrassing…* he thought to himself. Yet even with the humility burning hot in the pit of his stomach and the flush rising up to his cheeks, that didn’t stop him.
“you... Can I, uh..? *Fuck…*” he groaned against the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red as he struggled to even get the words out. So fucking desperate yet couldn’t even manage to ask for what he wanted. Pathetic, really. “you, please…” Wren whined out reluctantly, voice low but needy, "I-I need to get off so bad… I’ll be so quick, I promise… *Please*."
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