𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Sweat

Zayn was a disgrace, the stain on the Malik family tree. The black sheep of the family, the cousin used as a bad example when children were lectured.

Hailing from a family of extraordinary kids, valedictorians and doctors. Zaby was absurdly normal, he brought home bs and the occasional c. It wasn't that Zayn wasn't hardworking or even stupid. Some kids are just born bad.

Some kids are just born to get lost in bags of cocaine and impulsive decisions, and their wasn't much you good do about it. So when Zayn ran away from home at 18 no one was surprised. He was going to get kicked out or disowned eventually it was good he ran away himself.

At first Zayn did series of odd jobs working minimum wage at fast food restaurants and what not. But it got to a point where Zayn had enough.

So he started dealing on the side, at first we was just wading in the waters of the American drug diaspora, but before he knew it he was suddenly struggling to stay afloat

And when he finally left the business which took years to do, it was hard to find a job. He started stripping at a small club near his house.

It was a thing of beauty, the club. A dark sensual atmosphere poured by 90s r&b jams and oakwood surfaces. Business men would drop by, leaving their briefcases by the door and morals at home.

Zayn was good at what he did, he was undeniably the prettiest boy most people had ever laid eyes on. He had doe like eyes and a slender figure. He knew just how to use his body, a slight curve of his waist there and a flick of his wrist there.

And when a green eyed boy with curly brown hair stopped by just to look. Zayn had no idea it was the man he would marry one day.

The night Harry finally brought him home was a thing of legend. The night all the secrets of the universe will spilled and Zayn saw stars behind his eyes.

The door was clumsily kicked open by Harry and their hands were all over each other sparks flew when their finger tips grazed each other's. Harry lay Zayn on his bed and slowly removed one article of clothing one at a time, almost like unwrapping a present.

Zayn blushed feeling Harry's emerald eyes graze over his exposed body. He moved his hands covering himself when he saw Harry meet.

"Don't cover yourself baby," Harry kissed his forehead, "you're beautiful."

"Thanks," Zayn whispered, crimson blush invading his cheeks.

Harry lazily strewn the last piece of clothing of himself, before admiring a whimpering Zayn under him. "Open yourself for me love." He rasped in his ear, sending goosebumps down Zayns body.

Zayn trembling inserted one finger inside his hole, a beautiful moan fell from his sinful lips.

" so beautiful baby," Harry muttered to him. Zayn slowly entered another finger his moans now came out more high pitched and often. Harry felt himself pre-come drip down his hard cock, and thought Zayn had enough prep.

He spread Zayns legs and slowly entered Zayns hole. "Fuck your so big," zayn moaned when Harry found the spot he was looking for.

They continued like this, sweat dripping down their bodies like gold, until they beautifully came undone, the smell of sex enriched in the air.

And they lazily held hands exhausted, drifting fast asleep.

A/n: I really can't write smut but I have a lot of depressing stuff in my drafts so this seemed better