ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Bump and Grind

Author: pineapple_tea

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9261917

Summary:

Sweet, slow, lazy morning sex (it's also Liam's first time). ft curly-haired Liam and slightly more experienced Zayn

Zayn wakes up with Liam curled against his side. It's unusual, for Zayn to be up first, but it's worth it for the softness of Liam's features in sleep. Zayn can feel his own heartbeat start to pick up without warning just at Liam's breaths against his skin, the feeling of their bare chests pressed together.

It's all so new, is the thing. Barely two weeks into this relationship - barely that, even. They're just crossing the threshold between friends and something more.

He's warm all over just thinking about last night. All they'd done was watch movies until they got bored of them. They'd gone quiet after the credits rolled, sprawled on the couch together. That's the brilliant thing about Liam - he knows how to make Zayn feel so comfortable.

Zayn knows he's in love. He hopes Liam loves him back. Zayn thinks he might.

He presses his cheek into the pillow, lips at Liam's forehead. The pillow smells like them.

Liam lets out a soft huff of air, shifting slightly, smacking his lips. There's a noise that sounds like some kind of greeting, a mumbled 'goodmorning'.

"Hey, babe," whispers Zayn, nosing at Liam's hairline. He wants to run his fingers through all those curls, but he doesn't want to move his arms from around Liam.

Liam sighs, tilting his face up with his eyes still shut to offer pouted lips for a kiss. Zayn obliges. It's the sweetest, laziest kiss he's ever shared. Liam moves slow as syrup when his bottom lip strokes Zayn's, coaxing his mouth open like they've got all the time they could possibly need.

It's like a scene from a movie where music plays and the camera pans around and around, and you know that hours have passed even if it's only been seconds. When Liam pulls back Zayn feels like he's drifting out of a dream.

Liam has gone a bit awkward, shifting back onto his own pillow.

"You alright?" says Zayn. He thinks he knows, just from the blush on Liam's cheeks.

Liam nods, pulling the covers up his chest a bit. "What time s'it?"

"Still early. About nine?" He reaches between them to take Liam's hand. "You gonna come back here and cuddle with me, babe?"

Liam lets Zayn tangle their fingers together, but he doesn't respond. He's looking up at the ceiling, blushy and just the slightest bit panicked.

Zayn shuffles closer under the covers, fitting himself along Liam's side, squeezing Liam's hand before letting go. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the warm, vulnerable skin of Liam's shoulder.

Liam lets out a heavy breath, and seemingly forces himself to relax. He's so easy to read, so open with his emotions, not always intentionally.

Zayn kisses down Liam's bicep, weighted, fond kisses between breaths. He can hear Liam's exhales getting just that bit deeper. He gets down to the crook of Liam's elbow, lifting it with careful fingers to his mouth, and Liam lets him. Zayn nips at the sensitive skin there, and Liam lets out a surprised laugh, and then a giggle when Zayn does it again, higher up.

"That hurt, you cock," says Liam, but keeps his arm where Zayn had held it to his mouth.

"Soz, babes," says Zayn, smile too fond. Liam's hair is an absolute wreck, and he knows his own must be, too. He loops Liam's arm around himself, and settles in against Liam's side, tugging at a curl.