Sex Tape With My Teacher? {Larry Stylinson(with a bit of Zarry & Niam!)} - {BOOK 1}

Sex Tape With My Teacher? {Larry Stylinson(with a bit of Zarry & Niam!)}

'Harry come on baby.' Whined Zayn, his hazel eyes wide and his lips in a pout, as he begged his boyfriend to come to bed with him. Harry sat there huffing. He didn't want to go to bed yet, it was only 22:50.

'Z go to bed yourself I'm not tired yet.' He moaned. He felt Zayn's warm breath on his neck, the warm lips of his boyfriend brushing his ear sending tingles through his body. He turned his head slightly, his lips forming a smile as he felt Zayn's fingers run over his chest.

'Who said I wanted to sleep?' Zayn whispered, nibbling on Harry's ear sending shivers down his spine. He moaned softly, and he felt Zayn smirk. Harry wanted to, but he didn't really feel like having sex tonight. He had a client tomorrow, and he wanted to save his energy.

'Z not tonight, I'm not feeling up to it.' He said before moaning again, as Zayn kissed down his neck. Harry's emerald green eyes started dropping closed, as Zayn's tongue licked his sensitive skin. His heart picked up the pace, and his stomach started flipping.

'I can help you, if you want?'

Harry so wanted to keep to the plan. Rest Friday night and disappear off to some girls flat on Saturday night, but Zayn was making it hard for him and his mind was overflowing with want. Harry turned quickly, pinning Zayn to the back of the couch. Harry swung his leg over Zayn so he was sitting in his lap, he leaned closer.

'You always have your ways to make me fuck you.' He growled, and Zayn's hazel eyes burned with want. Harry wanted to take the lead like he mostly did with the girls he met up with when he got phoned up.

'Jealous I'm always on top?' Zayn teased, driving Harry insane. Zayn's smirk was all he needed. He crashed his lips onto Zayn's in a forceful, passionate kiss. He felt Zayn's shoulders tense when his hands squeezed them. Their lips moved in sync. Harry's chest pressed heavily against Zayn's, and he felt his boyfriend getting excited. Harry's hands left Zayn's shoulders and shot into his dark, black hair.

'Harry!' Moaned Zayn, into his boyfriends mouth the feeling getting to much. He wanted Harry's clothes off, he wanted his own off. He wanted Harry in his mouth. He wanted to suck, to lick and to have.

'Shh, just a second.' Whispered Harry against a very desperate and impatient Zayn's lips. Harry got himself up and started unbuttoning his white shirt he wore to school today but stopped and smirked when he heard Zayn whine. Harry sat back on Zayn's lap and whispered,

'Undo the buttons Z.'

Zayn's hands instantly jumped to the buttons quicker than Harry'd ever seen before. The girls he tapes with normally do it slowly, relishing in the fact they were going to see him in flesh. Zayn however had seen him stark naked so many times that he could wait to see his body.

Zayn pulled the thin white material over Harry's light skinned shoulders, and sliding it down his long muscled arms and brushing over his long, slim fingers. He through his boyfriends shirt in a heap on the floor, fingers running over the boys toned stomach and muscled chest. Harry leaned his head back, the feeling if being touched by his boyfriend, was a lot to take. He chewed his lip roughly as he felt, Zayn's fingers brush his waist line, grabbing at his belt that was keeping his skinny jeans up. Harry's hands grabbed Zayn's shoulders again, but a soft touch.

'Trousers off.' Whispered Zayn, as he unbuttoned Harry's jeans, his eyes staring at the light flesh of Harry's neck. He didn't know why Harry wanted him so much, all he knew was that Harry was his everything. Harry pulled down his jeans, pulling his legs from the tight material.

'Want to pull them off Z?'

Harry chuckled as his boyfriends hazel eyes lit up at the prospect of pulling off his white boxer shorts that were hiding Zayn's prize. Zayn stood in front of Harry, and peered down into the green eyes that caught him up the first time they met. Harry wrapped his arms round Zayn's shirt clad body and felt his fingers hook his white boxer shorts. Harry grinned, his straight white teeth, grabbing hold of the collar of Zayn's school shirt.