ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

i've got a collar full of chemistry from your company

Author: uneventfulhouses

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6168382

Summary:

Untying the ribbon, he lets it flutter to the ground along with the discarded packaging. He lifts the lid of the black box and, instantly, a blush rises to his cheeks and sets his face on fire. He stares at his gift because—

Oh.

It's a collar, plain, but so, so pretty. It's made up of black leather, a silver buckle, and Liam's whole world is paused as he stares at it. Because Zayn's sent this to him. Found it with him in mind, and—and he can't quite figure out to do from here.

or; Zayn gifts Liam a collar and Liam puts it on.

Control.

More often than not, it could be said that Liam was controlling in his nature. Did he mean to be? Of course not, but it didn't stop him from obsessively organizing certain aspects of his life so it reflected a demeanor as neat as he could manage.

However, the gifts are becoming increasingly racier as their relationship intensifies.

There's a collection of toys Liam keeps in a black box underneath his bed, one that's closed and shut with a combination lock. It wasn't that he was ashamed, because he wasn't, per se. It was just. Out there. A little more intense than the "normal", vanilla sex life most people led.

Truthfully, he's got a list of kinks a mile long and there's really only one person that entertains him. He's never really showed this side of himself to anyone other than this one person and he doesn't quite know what that says about him. That he's ridiculously private? Because he is. His closest friends don't know about the kind of sex he's into, and he's never had the confidence to introduce it to a new partner in the bedroom. So.

There was only one option really, wasn't there? People created solaces, in the form of websites, for shy people like him. The fact that he'd found anyone to share this secret fact with is still something that boggles his mind, considering the fact that—well.

He's beautiful is the thing; Liam has a hard time trying to believe there isn't anyone that doesn't want to live on their knees for someone like Zayn. Zayn. He radiates intellect, with a neatly defined speech that makes Liam dizzy, but he can't help but adore the way Zayn speaks, with a quiet sort of laziness, his words stringing together, the lilt of his accent jumbling his words when he gets ... excited. Liam's seen what the videos do, sometimes has the opportunity to hear the way Zayn sounds, giving out orders that Liam's body follows without much of a fight at all.

It's more than just the sound of his voice, Liam knows. It's dark, penetrating eyes and pouty lips and sharp cheeks and thick eyebrows. Pretty but solid. Sturdy. Liam's well built, keeps himself in great shape, but he knows he doesn't have the power Zayn does thrumming through his body. For all the weights Liam can lift, there isn't a question to how easily he could break at Zayn's hands. Zayn's charming and witty and so smart and sexy and—it's probably embarrassing how quickly Liam will drop to his knees for Zayn. How long he'll stay there for him. He's never touched the other man, but he doesn't need to have Zayn's hands on him to feel the hold Zayn has over him.

There's a desperation inside of Liam, burning brutally, for the opportunity to have Zayn touch his body; the creases of his thighs, the jutting bones of his collar, the dimples in his back. He'd. He'd let Zayn do whatever he wanted, he thinks. He would. He knows he would.

To relinquish control, to surrender it completely; the thought is all consuming, filling him with the kind of anxiety that makes him think twice about it sometimes, when he's alone at night and he's thinking about how mad this all is. Most of the time, however, there's just the raw need, the necessity to give it all up, to let someone make each and every decision for him. Tell him what to touch, what to say, how to move and breathe and—