zesty grapefruit [zarry] ✔️

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Harry hears the car pull up outside the house and rushes to the front door, then reconsiders. He's already been hovering here ever since Zain's texted they've passed the village and he doesn't want to appear quite as desperate as he feels.

He hovers awkwardly in the hallway, narrow and cool as it was, a blessing in the heat of Greece, and listens to car doors open and close, the soft murmur of voices and then the tires on gravel again. He licks his lips and bites his bottom lip to keep his grin from turning manic.

Zain knocks after a moment, probably confused by the lack of doorbell.

"Hi!" Harry says, pulling the door open immediately and definitely giving himself away.

It doesn't matter though, because Zain somehow has become even more gorgeous since the last time Harry's seen him, his beard neat and full, his hair soft and falling into his forehead.

"Hi," Zain says, looking a bit nervous as well.

"Sorry, I didn't pick you up from the airport," Harry apologises, wrapping his arms around Zain and hugging him tightly.

"No worries, babe," Zain says, his arms wrapping around Harry equally tight. "Couldn't do this there, could we?" he asks and kisses Harry, dirty and open-mouthed, his hand going to Harry's arse and pulling him closer.

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"So," Harry says, pushing his arse up slightly, sated and lazy in the heat. "What's the verdict? I remember you being very mean last time. What was it? Squeezability eight?"

"Mm," Zain makes sleepily, barely opening his eyes but still reaching out to squeeze Harry's arse. "I think it held steady," he says, idly. "Eight sound about right. What were the other categories again? View," he sits up for it, his palms running over Harry's arse. "Ten. Especially since you love walking around naked."

He squeezes Harry's arse and pulls his cheeks apart, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of it.

"Accessibility," Harry gasps, not sure why he even remembers or why he can say ridiculous words when Zain's mouth was on his arse and so close. He spreads his legs slightly, pushing his knees in the mattress to get closer.

"Nine?" Zain says, like he's questioning it, his lips brushing Harry's skin. "I feel like ten would be a consent issue."

"How are you even hot?" Harry moans, helpless, pushing his arse up further. "You're ridiculous."

"Biteability," Zain continues, unconcerned, biting the curve of Harry's arse gently. "A definite ten. Smashing it, babe," he says, smacking a kiss to Harry's skin.

"Just," Harry moans, helpless and around despite or perhaps because of Zain's ridiculousness. "Just fuck me," he says, reaching back and grasping Zain's arm tightly.

"To test fuckability?" Zain asks, leaning forward to reach the lube again.

Harry presses his face into the pillow and moans again. "If that's an eight or lower, you're never getting near my arse again," he forces himself to threaten. It's probably a moot point.

He whines when Zain presses two fingers into him, slick and a bit rough, the way Harry likes it. The way Zain likes it as well, he thinks.

He moans, rocking back to take Zain's fingers deeper. He already feels so tightly strung, just from Zain pressing inside him, dragging his fingertips a bit meanly along Harry's inside, kissing the curve of Harry's arse, nipping the flesh and pressing his tongue against it.

Harry pants, whining and barely able to understand what Zain's murmuring against his skin, praise and please and endearments.

He sighs in relief when Zain finally pushes in, pressing a row of kisses up Harry's spine, settling inside him and holding them suspended for a moment.

"Move," Harry groans, frantic. He moans in satisfaction when Zain does, the drag of him inside him making Harry's eyes flutter closed.

He can't think of anything except Zain's breath on his neck, the push of him inside him, the stretch, the way his weight presses down on Harry, heavy and good, everything slick and wet and obscene.

It feels endless and immediate, and he comes as soon as Zain pulls him up on his knees, wrapping a form hand around his cock, Zain biting onto his shoulder as he follows him over, swearing slightly.

They lie there, pressed into the mattress, sweaty and sticky and filthy, panting.

Harry curls into Zain when he rolls off him, cupping his cheek. "Tomorrow we're doing something beside have sex," he says, still breathless and also still desperate for Zain's touch like he's newly discovered sex and could never get enough.

"Sure," Zain yawns, pulling Harry towards him to kiss him softly. "Gotta watch you all wet in your little shorts."

"That sounds like it will lead to see," Harry says against Zain's lips. "Not sure that's allowed."

"Mm," Zain makes, shrugging slightly. "City tour it is."

Harry laughs, rubbing the tip of his nose down Zain's cheek. "Yea, unsexy crowded places in the heat. Sounds good."

"Mm," Zain makes again, eyes fluttering closed. "Imma sleep."

"You do that," Harry says, watching Zain fall asleep for a moment, warm and contented, even if he's awake sticky and disgusting tomorrow. But for now, everything was perfect.

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here we have it. The sex scene almost killed me. And not in a good way.
epilogue to follow immediately.
i can never believe it when i finish a story! (i know some of you are sad but i have more than enough wips to keep you going :p)
hope you enjoyed and all that 😘