Earned It [zarry]

Chapter 11

Lips move against Zayn's ear. "I told you not to move."

"I didn't move gravity moved me. Very different things." Zayn's panted out as he tries his best not to lift his hips up. His hands were tied together by the wrist, and positioned above his head. A different pair of panties on now that Zayn had picked to wear.

"You're getting the panties you bought dirty." Harry palmed Zayn's thighs and rubbed at the dusting of hairs there, his hands dry compared to the sweet-wet slick of Zayn's shaking legs.

Zayn swallowed, wanting those hands on his body in a cruder way. "I would much like it if you got me dirty instead."

"Hmm." Harry's shadowed gaze tracked Zayn up and down, a warmth that rushed through Zayn like an August breeze. It still surprised him when Harry showed any admiration, any sense of how special Zayn truly is. "I can arrange for that baby. But in a few yeah? I still have to teach you a lesson for teasing daddy like that in the store remember?"

"Mmhmm..I didn't mean to tease," Zayn said, his voice quieting as Harry's words hit him like a wave.

"For tonight," amended Harry. "You've been a bad boy, bad boys get punishments Zaynie." Sweat smeared on Harry's skin from Zayn's answering nod, the syrupy feeling of that word becoming a haze over every action. Harry's boy. "Tell me. Why these ones."

A few blinks later, Zayn realized Harry was talking to him - of course he was, but that was hard to remember with Harry kneading his body and slipping clever fingers right along the line of black satin.

"I wanted something you could untie, even if it makes us more deviant."

Harry settled a hand around Zayn's neck and one placed over the front of the panties, the first touch he'd deigned to give Zayn's poor cock. "There's nothing deviant about you being beautiful."

Zayn tilted his head back and moans at the soft feeling of Harry's fingers going against the sides of his neck, he juts wishes there was a way of hiding his heightened flush.

"My beautiful princess." Harry stared down with greedy eyes, his gaze traveling over Zayn's body like permission to look and touch was a granted. Zayn's whines and his hips lift up a bit and he whined out a please that went straight to Harry's cock

Harry made a harsh noise in his throat and scooted down Zayn's body, biting suddenly at the pale skin of Zayn's inner thigh like he couldn't stand to have his lips away from Zayn for another moment. The teeth shocked a yelp from Zayn that turned to a moan when Harry slid upwards, tonguing the line of Zayn's muscles and stopping right at the edge of the panties. Harry laved and licked at the crease of Zayn's thigh.

"So pretty for me," Harry took a breath to say. "Wrapping yourself up like a present." He went back to licking and grabbed the bows on either side of Zayn's hips, twisting his fingers in them. It was gentler than he'd been all night with Zayn, a return to something like normalcy. Zayn's hand spasmed helplessly above his head, still not being able to move.

"Harry," said Zayn quietly, before he could stop himself.

"Do you want me to eat you out princess?" Harry asked, his hands tugging at the straps that held the panties onto Zayn.

"I - " Zayn swallowed, imagining Harry licking at his hole and giving him small slaps on the ass to bring the blood up to the top of his skin. "Yes please..."

Gaze hooded and mouth hungry, Harry kissed at the head of Zayn's cock through the black fabric. He moved on to a different question. "Can I unwrap you?"

Jerkily Zayn nodded, his muscles only half under his control. He watched as Harry pulled the long, tapered end of one of the satin ties loose, kissing there when it was done, then pulling at the other one. Sat as he was gravity kept the panties on Zayn's body, so Harry had to pull the top down. He did so with eyes riveted on Zayn's cock, his breaths coming quickly and his eyes hotly eager.

A moment later Harry was dragging Zayn forward a few inches on the couch, hands under Zayn's knees to push him up and expose his hole. Humming, Harry taps his fingers over it a bit causing Zayn to hiss. He smiles and kisses Zayn one more time before turning him over on his hands and knees. He adjust the rope for him, and puts it so Zayn's arms are extended in front of him gripping at the headboard. He pulls his hips up so Zayn's ass is in the air and massages over the skin.

Zayn closes his eyes, humming at the soothing feeling. He prepares himself for soft kisses and Harry's tongue on him. However instead his hand comes hard, snapping across Zayn's back- side. Zayn cries out involuntarily, and take a huge gulp of air as a soft moans slips out as well.

"Count, princess. I know you'll do so good for me," he soothes as he massages over the now pinkish skin.

"O-one," Zayn whispers out as he pushes back into the soft caress of Harry's hand.

Harry then hits Zayn again, and the pain pulses and echoes along the walls the room. Zayn bites his lip and his cheeks are flushes at how much he's enjoying this. "Two!" He scream. It feels so good to scream.

His breathing is ragged and harsh. Whereas Zayn's almost non-existent as he moans and whines every few seconds of Harry rubbing and kissing over his ass.

Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

Zayn was panting and his face was pressed to the bed as he takes in the silence. He hears Harry praising how good he was, and feels him kissing over the abused skin and soothing him. Zayn lifts his head up to look at his tied up wrist and tries sitting up a bit. Harry helps him, and Zayn whimpers a bit when his ass comes in contact with the heels of his feet.

"Baby you did so good, you're so beautiful. So good for me," Harry says and kisses over Zayn's back and then up to his neck. "Do you think you can get off or are you to sore? We could just take a bath if you want." Harry says wanting to make sure Zayn was alright first.

"I wanna.." Zayn starts and then takes a deep breath. "I want to ride you. It felt really good daddy..." Zayn says with still flushed cheeks and watery eyes.

Harry's mouth drops open a bit, before he's closing it and nodding. Moving around the lad, Harry gets on his back and helps Zayn scoot so he's now straddling over him. Zayn's hands rest on Harry's chest, and he admires the way the ties at the ends of the black rope gracefully dance down on Harry's chest. He sees his panties on the bed next to them and smiles softly. Lifting his hips he lets Harry push inside of him. It takes longer than the other times, due to the soreness. When the older lad finally bottoms out though, Zayn throws his head back and moans shortly. He feels how hard Harry is, and it makes him twice as hard. Moving his hips in little figure eights. He knows Harry is doing his best not to move and he appreciates it so much right now.

It takes a bit longer, but after a few more minutes of Zayn riding soft and gentle while moaning and panting out Harry's name, and Harry cursing under his breath and gripping at the sheets. They both were coming hot and heavy with one another. Zayn's collapses on him, and Harry stays inside for a bit before pulling out.

They lay silent for a bit, and Zayn closes his eyes as he nuzzles closer to Harry. He feels Harry untying the rope from his wrist, and then kissing over the rope marks. He doesn't look at the skin yet and just cuddles closer to Harry.

"Harry.."

"Yeah?"

"I have to go see my mom and dad next weekend. I won't be in New York for a while," Zayn says softly into the silence.

He feels Harry tensing and then relaxing a bit. "How long?"

"Two weeks."