Once in a lifetime

Chapter 18 Tatts

Harry felt his dick twitched at the order. He stood up slowly, his actions contradicting his wishes. He wanted to remove all his clothing at light speed, however his body was rebelling, acting differently. He moved to be in front of Zayn, who at the same time sprawled in the couch like a maharaja, one hand leaning on the armrest and the other one twirling his unfinished drink. It was the obscenest and fucking hottest image one could behold. Harry could feel the arousal crawling all over his body and settling in his crotch. He was face to face to another, sexier and darker version of Zayn.

"Take it off, babe." Zayn repeated, his voice turned into a sinful whisper. Harry's fingers were shaking out of excitement, so he licked his lips and managed to reply to his man.

"Don't you want to do it?" Zayn shook his head no.

"I just wanna watch you when you take it off, take off all your clothes, baby." Harry moaned. How could Zayn make him feel like he was caressing him when he was actually giving him orders? Maybe it was the way his voice was as low as he had ever heard it, an erotic hiss.

Harry started by untying his hair bun, ruffling his long hair to rearrange it. He was going to remove his rings, the chunky ones he usually wore is days off, but Zayn stopped him.

"Keep those, though." Harry nodded and continued stripping down. He went for the rem of his tee and tried to get it off as slow and sensually as he could manage, glancing at how Zayn was rubbing the tip of his fingers, he was itching to touch him. When the tee was off, it was Zayn's turn to moan.

"You are fucking perfect, Haz. I wanna kiss you all over." Harry felt he was blushing but didn't stop.

"Now you know how I feel about you all the damn time." Zayn giggled and Harry kept going. He took his shoes off, his socks and when his hands reached out to unbutton his skinny jeans he turned around.

"Such a tease, Harry Styles." Was the low growl from Zayn. Harry heard another twirl of the glass and he felt in his guts like a prey, Zayn being a huge tiger that was just about to jump to devour him. He wriggled out of his tight jeans, damning them for the first time in his life. He unnecessarily bent to pick them up, eliciting another growl from the tiger behind him, when he gave him better glance to his ass, covered by black underwear.

"Why are you growling like a caged tiger, baby? Come eat me and finish the job."

"M' enjoying my view too much, cheeky little fucker, but give me few minutes and we'll talk. I just can't wait to see it all, babe. M' so turned on, thinking it's all mine." Harry gasped, still showing his back to Zayn but he couldn't help to look at his own dick, wanting badly to rub it just to feel how hard it was.

"Uhm...You haven't even touched me and m' so fucking hard, Z. I just...want to..." Harry whined.

"Don't you dare touch yourself. Turn around babe, and lemme see it."

Harry turned. He ruffled his hair again, just to occupy his hands on something and not wanking off then and there. He kept his hands there and took a quick look at Zayn. He was now leaning forward, like he was indeed about to jump on him. His mouth was mid open, and he probably bit his lips at some point because they were blood red.

"Z..." He sighed, closing his eyes, hands tangled in his hair, softly pulling like he imagines Zayn would do.

"Shit, babe. Look at you...I want to destroy you, so bad." Zayn moaned.

"Yes, please."

"C'mere babe." Zayn requested and Harry moved to straddle him. When they felt their hard dicks, they huffed.

"Please, Z, please. Fuck me now." Harry begged, grinding. Fuck the get to know, he was horny as hell.

"I want a good look at those tatts first, yeah? I noticed something, we have a couple of matching ones, babe, and I'm seriously obsessed with that butterfly. Damn, Harry. That's fucking hot, babe."