Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 12: TASTES LIKE STRAWBERRIES

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I have never tasted something so sweet. Lips so tender. Touched such soft skin. Or ran my fingers through such silky hair. Our lips made sense together - we matched just like that. Our soft tongues rubbed on one another as if they knew where to go.

I wanted to drown in his lips, on him - in all of him. I kissed his cheek, his jawline, going down to his neck and I could feel the heartbeat pounding under my lips.

Harry breathed fast, gasping for air in a mix of enthusiasm and arousal. I went down to his chest, then opened his shirt - button by button. It wasn't the yellow shirt with the flowers, but it was just as rich as that one. I opened it and was surprised to see the swallows on his collarbones, the moth on his stomach and the leaves on his hip bone. Stradling him, I sat back looking down at Harry who looked back at me with parted lips.

I touched his tattoos, carefully outlining the designs with my fingers. I fixated on the moth.

"Like a moth to a flame, right?"

Harry scoffed showing a smile.

"I guess."

"These are beautiful tattoos, Harry." I declared appreciation for the designs. "Are there more?"

"Yes,"

I helped him take out his shirt, looking at the tattoos on his arms. The anatomical heart, the classic heart shape, the clipper, the rose...these tattoos told stories. Stories that I wasn't a part of. I could see them right in front of me, but I didn't have the magical goggles to read. I kissed the classically shaped heart.

"We have the same tattoo."

Harry's eyes grew wide. I took off my shirt, pointing at the heart on my hip bone. Just like his, with minor alterations.

"Look at that," Harry declared touching my tattoo. "Who would've thought?"

"Not me,"

I kissed him again with passion and devotion, feeling him fall back on his bed. I found my way between his legs, feeling his bulge against mine.

Skin on skin.

Erection on erection.

Everything was building up perfectly. I wanted to tear off his clothes, bend him over and fuck him so hard the neighbours would hear, but I feared that would be too much for him. Harry liked the dedication, the devotion, the adoration. He liked kissing and to be kissed. Touching and to be touched. Explore with his hands and be explored in the same way.

My hands went down his chest, down his belly to the buttons on his jeans - gently I pop the first one, then pull down the zipper all with one hand while the other still caressed his face. My warm hand found its way into his boxers and Harry gasped.

"Congratulations," I noted with a smirk after feeling around. "You are very lucky."

"If you're commenting on my size, please don't."

"It's a proper size, from what I can tell, Harry."

"Zayn..." Harry began to laugh, and I saw him blush even more. I loved the way he said my name. "It's just cock."

"I know. I can tell."

I began pumping his erection and I saw Harry lose himself in my eyes. Taken away by the good feeling my gesture was giving him. I loved to see how easily he could just fall into pleasure.

"Are we moving too fast?" Harry asked mid-gasp.

I slow down a bit but keep touching him. "Do you want me to stop?"