Once in a lifetime

Chapter 26 Pancakes

Zayn loved the sight of Harry sprawled on the bed; his locks tossed all over the pillows, hands gripping the linen, eyes shut, and lips parted. Zayn's hand wandered over Harry's body, stopping on his heart tattoo. He bent to kiss it while his other hand kept prepping him to receive his cock. When Harry felt Zayn's lips on him at the same time he scissored the fingers inside him, he moaned.

"Oh God, baby...I'm ready. Please, I need you inside now." He panted.

"I love you, babe. I love you so much. You are fucking beautiful, Haz."

"I love you too, m' sunflower. You are my sweet creature."

Zayn whined, taking his fingers out of Harry's ass to lube himself. He entwined his hand with Harry's bringing it above Harry's head and kissed him deeply. He grabbed his cock and started pushing inside his man, relishing the feeling of being at home inside Harry, like it was the place where he always belonged; Harry's warm and cosy insides. Harry moaned again on his mouth, tightening his grip on their hands. Zayn started pounding in and out, loving how he could feel all of Harry around him. He broke the kiss long enough for them to catch their breath, but right after they were kissing again.

After few more thrusts, Zayn took Harry's dick on his hand and started stroking him, using the precum leaking out his tip to extend the moist on all of it. Harry's breathing was heavy, and he panted louder. Zayn knew he was close, and so was he, so moved his hand and hips faster, trying to keep the same rhythm. Harry moved his free hand to his hair and pulled, spreading his legs open even more.

"Open your eyes, love. I wanna see you when you come. Please, open those pretty eyes for me, yeah?"

Harry did as he requested, and smiled to him, without stop kissing.

"M' close babe, but I'll pull out, yeah? I can feel you are almost ready." Zayn said between moans.

"No, no. Come inside, please? I want to keep you in for as long as I can. Please?" He nodded, fastening the movement of his hips, hitting Harry' spot, making him come hard and unexpectedly. Harry groaned and clenched around Zayn even harder, making him come too.

Zayn retreated, letting go of Harry's hand to get up and get a clean wet towel to clean them up, but Harry didn't let him, pulling him toward his lips for another kiss. Zayn looked at him fondly and smiled.

"You look unbelievably gorgeous, love. Cheeks flushed, lips blood red, all sweaty and spent. Knowing it was me who got you in this state, is such a hype."

"Always you. Only you, baby. I love you a fuckton, Z."

"Love you too, darling. Let me up? I wanna clean you up." Harry pouted, not wanting to be away for even a second, but he let go. He was too lazy to get up himself, so Zayn did all the work while he just watched and smiled, enjoying being taken care of. He wished, though, that Zayn hadn't cleaned the dripping come in his ass. Harry was secretly hoping he'd be impregnated, but that was hardly possible.

"We should take a nap and set the alarm to wake us to call our mums. Okay?" He said pulling Zayn to his chest, playing with his hair, loving how his cute damp semi locks whirled around his finger.

"Sound good, babe. Mum's always up first time in the morning, but I'd prefer to call later in the day."

"Same with mum and I agree calling a bit later."

"Sing for me Sweet Creature one more time, please?" When Harry grinned and said yes, Zayn reached for his phone, to turn the song off as he had it on repeat. Hearing the song again, acapella this time, Harry's voice full of emotion, almost brought him to tears again.

"Sweet creature, when I run out of road, you bring me home. You'll bring me home."

"I found my place, babe. I belong with you; you are my home." Zayn said, as Harry sang the last line.