Behind Closed Doors

21. Hurt

Warning ⚠️: rough smut. Not pretty, so if that stuff triggers you, I apologize. Feel free to skip/not read this chapter.

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Zayn and Harry were in a taxi headed back to the hotel. Harry was currently rubbing his hand over Zayn's crotch while Zayn looked out the window, covering his mouth to hold in his moans. He bucked his hips up once making Harry giggle. "Can't wait to be alone, Z." He told Zayn who simply nodded frantically. Once they had reached the hotel Zayn opened the door and ran inside as Harry followed. When they were in the elevator, Zayn pushed Harry against the wall and made out with him in urgency.

"I want you, Harreh. You're too sexy for your own guhd I just wanna lock you up so only I can have ya."

Harry let out a soft and airy moan as Zayn pressed their groins together. "Zayn, please fuck me tonight. I wanna know what it's like to feel all of you."

Zayn got harder at Harry's request. When the elevator doors opened he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him along, running to his own hotel room. Once inside, Zayn began removing all of his clothes while Harry did the same. When they were both fully naked, Zayn pulled Harry again and pushed him down onto the bed before jumping to hover over Harry and take him all in. Harry was perfect. There was no denying it and Zayn really wanted to fuck him. His drunken state seemed to ease any fear he had due to the social construct he'd been raised on that deemed this type of sex act dirty and deviant.

He crashed his lips with Harry and fell onto him with all his weight. The skin to skin contact made Zayn grunt with pleasure before finding Harrys nipples and sucking them one at a time. Harry ran his fingers through Zayns hair as he left love bites across the younger boys chest. Zayn bucked his hips up to rub their cocks together as their precum began to mix.

"Zayn," Harry said breathily. "Fuck me, Zayn. I want it so bad."

Zayn had no idea about what it took to fuck a guy and hadn't ever watched gay porn. He knew where to put his dick, but had no reference or knowledge on the necessity of preparation or lube. They were both teenage boys with very little foresight. They hadn't planned this out or looked into the logistics. It was a spur of the moment decision.

Before Zayn knew it, Harry had turned onto his stomach spreading his cheeks apart for Zayn to access. Zayn stared at his hole, becoming nervous all of a sudden, but still turned on. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck Harry Styles. His band mate and friend.

Zayn lined his cock up to the hole and began to shove himself in. Harry let out a loud cry that became muffled as he bit down on a pillow beneath him. Zayn moved his hands to Harry's ass cheeks and held them open himself while continuing to push in. Harry was so tight. He had never hooked up with a girl who felt as good. He began to moan rather loudly because of it.

"Ahhh, fuck, Harreh! Oh my god."

Harry didn't say anything he just kept his face hidden in the pillows and Zayn saw him gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Assuming it was out of pleasure, he pushed in deeper, almost reaching the base of his cock.

Harry's hole was rather dry, making it hard to slide in and out easily. Therefore, Zayn pulled out to spit in his hand a few times, rubbing his member after each time. Once his cock was wet, Zayn slid back in a little easier.

"Uuhhhhnnn. It's soh good, babe..... you feel amazin'." Zayn cried out.

Zayn had little control over his body, all he felt was lust as he thrusted into Harrys ass, moaning every time. Zayn had his eyes closed but decided he wanted to see it and stopped immediately at the sight. There was a red line on his dick. Zayn tilted his head in confusion as he reached down to see what the hell it was and as soon as he realized what the substance was, all the elation seemed to drain from his body. It was blood.