Dirty Talk

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by slutty-styles

by slutty-styles

{Part 1}

"This .. this is wrong, H-harry.." Zayn whimpers out quietly. "That's what makes it so right." Harry whispers in his ear, biting down on his earlobe. Zayn's lips to part and a small moan escapes through the gap.

The small space of the closet, and the little air that's left is quickly becoming hot, and thick. "Fück, you make my cöck so hard." Harry growls lowly, gliding Zayn's hand down his chest to his growling bulge in his jeans. "After the show, I want my own, private, show." Zayn nods, biting down on his lip.

"Harry, I love how hard you feel.." Zayn whispers, giving Harry's bulge a light squeeze. "You should, you caused it." Harry kisses down Zayn's neck slowly, making sure to give him a slight bruise that could be covered up with makeup. "N-not marks. Not yet."

Harry leaves out a throaty chuckle, "I know, Z." Zayn blushes slightly and looks down. "Come on babe. I know you can talk dirty.." Harry goes back to kissing his neck.

"Zayn? Harry!?" Niall yells knocking on doors. "Show time.." Harry mumbles, his voice irked. Zayn growns slightly as the door to the closet door swings open. "Well shit, sorry I interrupted." Niall laughs and walks away, leaving the door open. Harry kisses under Zayn's ear one last time before stepping out of the closet.

Zayn slowly follows. fixing his shirt and running a hand through his hair. "Fückers." He mutters putting his ear pieces in. "Let's go!" Paul yells at them. "Coming, Paul." Liam says walking towards him. We are go on stage and I look over and see Harry biting his lip, his eyes locked on me.

I look away and run a hand through my hair. I'm not gunna last, yes, yes i will. No, i wont, i shake my head and walk out next to Niall, slinging an arm over his shoulder.

Might as well tease him a bit, He walks by and growls lowly. Niall looks at me and starts laughing. I shrug and bring the mic up towards my lips.

I walk away from Niall and go stand next to Haz, making sure he is looking at me when I sing my high note. I look at him, licking my lips slowly and smirk.

He huffs and runs a hand through his hair. I walk onto the other side of the stage, and look over. Harry's shirt is showing half his stomach.

I bite my lip, and jub my jaw. "Zayn! Zayn! Do you like Harry?" I act like i don't hear them and sing the song lyrics, turning away from them. I look at Liam and start laughing. He walks over, wrapping an arm around my waist. I glance at Harry who looks pïssed.

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"What .. the fück .. were you doing out there?" Harry growls shoving me into his hotel room. I stumble backwards, and grab ahold of the small dresser to keep myself from falling. He locks the door and turns towards me. "Not." He steps closer. "One." He gets close to my face, "Words." He whispers crashing his lips to mine.