𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Diet Mountain Dew II

(BxB)
+mature

It was too much for Harry in all honesty. Attaining his standards with education, the fear of being average was all too much for him. And the essay competition didn't help ridden the stress he felt. It's not that Harry disliked or didn't enjoy his education, it was just too much at moments.

Harry was pouring over his Mathematics studies one night, the yellow lamp flickering in the dark room, pink lips pursed together, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He longed for the book's knowledge to somehow transport to his mind magically.

He heard soft thumps against the wood flooring, "hey," he looked up and saw Zayn's chiseled features looking down at him. His cheekbones sharp against the flickering lamp light.

"What brings you here?" Harry attempted to act unbothered even though he wanted Zayn again. He wanted to graze his tongue down his throat and feel him. It has been months since they had an interaction of any sort.

"You tell me," Zayn whispered seductively eyes burning a hole on Harry's lips. Clothed legs straddling him on his work chair. "Please," he whined in Harry's ear, his breath fanning against Harry's pale skin,

Harry felt himself lose control, Zayn must've been a creature of pure erotica, he was irresistible. It was impossible to not fall for him, Harry was sure. He could make the straights sin and the sinners straight. "This is wrong."

"Then why does it feel so right?" Zayn traced Harry's jaws with his slender tan fingers. His full lips rosy and inviting. Harry felt himself harden at the slightest of touches.

"God," Harry rasped under his breath. Zayn smirked as he traced his lips slightly over Harry's cheekbone.

Harry couldn't help it anymore, he pressed his lips roughly against Zayn's soft ones, tongues encircling, saliva being exchanged, tracing the grooves of the others mouths. Harry could've sworn he got a toothache from kissing on him, he was sweet like cinnamon.

Harry grasped Zayn's hand and held him by his rear and gently put him on his bed. Harry pinned his hands down, dropping pecks down his bronzed neck.

"Harry," Zayn moaned aloud, and it was like music to Harry's ears.

"Beautiful," Harry looked Zayn in the eyes, "so perfect." He could've sworn he saw a pink hue dust over his face.

Slowly removing clothes fighting against the most primal of urges, he pulled off Zayn's simple cotton tunic, before removing his sweater. He gazed at the gorgeous tanned boy under him, exposed for him and him only.

Tearing clothes off and leaving them strewn across the room, their lips joined once more. Harry felt his finger graze Zayn's nipple, driving a moan from the boy.

Their bodies moving against each other, almost naturally.

Moans and toes curling, seeing universes behind eyelids. Messy thrusts and hands enjoined, sweet sticky cum painting them. The sweet smell of sex in the air, swollen lips and sweaty bodies, together. So naturally.