Zarry Stylik Dirty Oneshots

Dirty Talk

Part 2

"H-harry.. It's t-too.. " Zayn grunts as Harry pulls the rope tighter around his arms. "It's what, Huh?" Harry whispers kissing down the space between his arms on his back.

Zayn whimpers, not knowing it's turning Harry on more than he already is. "Mm, you're so hot all tied up like this."

Zayn clenches his fits and tries to losen the rope that's around his wrists. The green eyed boy walks around, kneeling down to look into the almost black eyes of helpless boy laying on his stomach.

"Harry. Fück me." Zayn whispers breathless. "I want to, so bad." Harry growls, standing up. Zayn notices Harry's boxers struggling to hold in his massive cöck.

The boxers come down and Harry hisses as the air hits his straining cöck. "You like seeing how hard you make me?" Harry asks quietly, slowly stroking his own erection.

Zayn nods, and grinds his hips into the bed, trying to get friction on his throbbing cöck. Harry walks over, gripping the rope and pulling Zayn up into his knees. "Do you like being tied up?"

Zayn nods, whimpers leaving his lips. "Answer me." Harry growls, pushing his cöck against Zayn's arse. Zayn smirks slightly, releases his clenched fists and letting his fingers ghost over the tip of Harry's cöck.

"Fück. Zayn, suck me.." Harry grunts moving to the front of Zayn. Zayn has always been astounded by the size of Harry's cöck.

Without saying another word, Zayn leans up, taking the tip in his mouth. Harry jumps and grips his hair. "Dammit, I wasn't ready." Zayn pulls back, slightly embarrassed.

Harry stands up on the bed and leans against the wall. "I want you on your knees, baby."

Zayn nods and bites his lip, struggling to get to his knees considering his arms are tied down his back. "Okay baby." Harry whispers gripping the headboard.

His head is tilted back and his mouth is already slightly ajar. Zayn stares up at him and bites his lip.

He smirks, slowly sliding his tongue along the vein on the underside. "Shït, Z." Harry pants. "Fück, don't cüm now." Zayn grumbles taking half of him in.

Harry grips the headboard with one hand and pushes Zayn's head down with the other, "Ah.. S-shït." Harry gasps when he feels Zayn gag around him.

"So good.." Harry moans, bucking his hips. Zayn hums, causing vibrations to be sent through his legs, almost making him fall.

Zayn pulls away, waiting for him to growl in anger. "I need you," Zayn catches what Harry says and lays on his stomach. "Fück, didn't even have t'tell ya."

Zayn smirks and moans when he feels his arse being grabbed by Harry's hands. "I love your position, babe." Harry says leaning down. He plants tiny wet kisses down his arms.

Harry always loved seeing Zayn on his knees, bent down so his face in the sheets.

"Always.. Always so tight for me, too." Harry mumbles. "Fück me. Harry please?" Zayn whimpers. Harry chuckles and leans back on his knees.

"My, my. So eager." Harry brings his hand down, sending a smack to Zayn's right cheek. Zayn whimpers out in pleasure. "Again?" Harry asks chuckling.

"Yes, please." Zayn moves his arse back towards Harry, but he decides to take a different road.

Gripping his hips, he slowly starts to enter Zayn. "F-uck. I-I .. Ah .. Shït." Zayn clenches his fists and bites the sheets. Harry grunts, finally pushing his hips against Zayn's arse.

"H-harry, move.. P-please." Zayn grunts. Harry waits a few more seconds before slowly pulling out. Just as he's almost about to pull out, he thrusts back in.

Zayn yelps out and clenches, "Fück!" Zayn moans loudly. "Shït." Harry moans picking up the pace. "Harder.." Zayn grunts.

Harry obeys and thrusts fast and harder. "Ah fück." They both moan. Harry grips Zayn's hip. Hard enough to leave marks.

"M'gunna... C-cüm..." Harry moans loudly over Zayn's whimpers. "Y-yeah!" Zayn practically screams, Cümmings onto the dark red hotel bed sheets.

Harry thrusts become weak and sloppier as he reaches his turn to release. "Fückfück, shït."

Harry cüms and pulls out when his cöck becomes tame again. "You're an amazing fück.." Zayn whispers as Harry struggles to untie him.

"The r-ropes.. Left mar-rks.." Harry says breathing heavy. Zayn sighs, "S'okay love."

Harry smiles slightly laying beside him. Zayn looks at him and sighs slightly. "I'm glad I didn't back down" Harry smiles. "Me either."