"I Will Always" » Zarry* ⚠ ✅

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Zayn's eyes are tightly shut. The weight of another body covers his upper half and a hand is curled around the front of his neck. He can hardly breathe. No matter how much he fights for air, no matter how much he pulls at the silk ties that adorn his wrists, he still can't stop it. His breath is at the discretion of another.

It's beautiful. To trust someone so implicitly that is. To trust that when it's over he'll see another day. To trust that as much as he knows seeing him like this brings pleasure to the one doing it, he will always leave him hanging on just enough to return for more.

How could someone so good enjoy so much pain? How could someone who deserves everything wonderful in a lover, accept so little from his? Hardly any sense it makes. But that is the thing about relationships. They don't always have to make sense to everyone. All they have to do is make strong sense to the two parties involved. And once that takes place, no other outside forces could ever come between them. They are their own world. And their own world is them.

Just as Zayn starts to black out, he cums hard and that's when he finally feels the release of his neck. He's free to breathe however he wants.

"Oh fuck..." He gasps out. "I was so close."

"Like last time." He hears from above and he opens his eyes to see the beautiful brunette haired man looking down over him as he slows his thrusts into him. This is Zayn's favorite point of view of Harry.

"Yeah..."

"But you keep cumming before it happens."

When Harry pulls out, Zayn pulls at the ties. "Maybe it's because you're not squeezing hard enough."

But Harry chuckles lightly as he walks over to the table in the room where he keeps sanitary wipes. He's amused.

"No. That's not it. If I squeeze any harder you'll die and you know I don't want to lose you."

"I know that. But I want that feeling again. That feeling of getting lost and coming back. I liked it."

Harry finishes wiping himself before he turns around and issues a response.

"Zayn, it's not safe. Part of being a good dominate is knowing your sub's limit. And this is your limit."

He returns to Zayn and begins to untie the ties from his wrists. When they're undone, Zayn sits up and rubs his wrists.

"Were you scared?"

"Huh?"

"When I... blacked out that time."

Harry takes his time replying.

"I was... scared I would lose you, yes. You're my support and without you... I'm not me. You get that, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"So then you understand why I cannot purposely choke you until you pass out again. Last time was an accident. And that's all it will ever be if it ever happens again. Got it?"

"Got it." He says sadly.

"Good. Now let's go get cleaned up and get ready for bed. We both have early mornings."

At that, Zayn rises from the bed and follows Harry out of the marble room and down the hall to their bedroom. As Harry prepares the shower for them, Zayn looks at himself in the mirror.

He gently taps underneath his left eye with his fingertips. It's tender and discolored.

"Still sore?" He hears from behind and he eyes Harry's reflection in the mirror.

"Um... A little bit. It looks like I'll be wearing sunglasses to lunch with Louis on Saturday."

"Sorry about that."