𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 (𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲)

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Chapter- 32 (Home)

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"Can't believe my eyes I swear
You glow, I follow you close
Fingertips touch, all I want your body
Fingertips touch all I want"

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"Fa-faster Zee..... please, p-plwse"
He moaned.. as Zayn's hands skillfully working on his achy hole.. jabbing his two longest, slippery fingers in and out, brushing and pushing against his prostrate with every thrust, with harry clenching around his fingers whenever Zayn's fingers came in contact with his prostrate.... His other hand slowly stroking his heavily hanging, springy c*ck . His warm soapy hands flicking back and forth, stroking his insides. Harry was squirming in anticipation, moaning so loud to the point he end up gathering tears in his eyes, Zayn prepped him soft kisses over the back of his wild curls down to his spine, his hips then to his now redden cheeks... which was being messaged and slapped several times, proceeding down to his raw and achy hole... Harry tried explaining how good it felt, but only slured out meaningless words. It's been so long since he've felt this way.

"D-dont stop. Don't stop" those fingers were mercilessly jabbing so fast and hard, that Harry saw the entire solar system, those stars tinkling until his vision blurred, he screamed out in pleasure, and Zayn probably thought the glass was gonna shatter into pieces, breathing and panting so hard, that Zayn was sure that his parents are blocking their ears with their hands. Trying to shush him to not scream too loud, tried to warn him that his parents were downstairs. And Harry tried, but everytime those fingers will brush his prostrate, he loose all his composture.

But apparently now he was so close, the tension on his stomach shot tingles down to his shaft, and when Zayn swiped his thumb on his tip, he moaned, his voice broken, squirming in anticipation again.. the tingles were shooting up up, up, up, up, up so fuckin high..... he was there...

"I have no intention to stop anyways, but... you'll get a cold, so we'll continue this after your bath" with that Zayn completely removed himself from Harry... dragging out his fingers from his hole and proceeding to tale the scrubber to complete the rest of his task, picking up the shower gel to squeeze it in the scrubber.

"N-NOO now.. now, do again!" He voiced, completely annoyed and angry by the fact that he was so close but never got the chance to cum. And Zayn purposely did that... edging him more.

"C'mon it's getting cold" He said, taking Harry by his hand and leading him to the shower abd taking him by his hand.

"NO... I WON'T SHOWER. I WANT TO DO AGAIN"

"We'll do love. But I don't want you to catch a cold, I promise we'll continue right after ore shower"

"B-but I was gonna--- gonna- "

"Cum?" Harry nodded, embarrassed... and immediately turned away.

"I know. That's the reason I stopped"

"WHY?" He questioned, his anger rising and glaring a Zayn.. looking exactly like an angry kitten, and taking Zayn's hands,shoving down his c*ck, which was already leaking pre-cum, rubbing his hands around his own harden c*ck and moaned, looking beneath himself, and his hands holding and kept on moving Zayn tattooed hands. Then soon Zayn flunk away his hands. And Harry huffed again, annoyed.

"Where did you learn such a thing?" Zayn asked, trying to contain his laughter.

He walked away, getting in the shower.... and ignored Zayn.