Once in a lifetime

Chapter 48 Irises

They hugged for a long time, or so they felt. Harry's dick had gone soft inside Zayn's ass and Zayn didn't even think of taking the condom off until now.

"Sitting with my legs around your torso like this, while you cuddle me, makes me feel like nothing can touch me. We are invincible." Zayn said, breaking the silence.

"Me being able to hold you like this, to comfort you and to help you feel safe is all I was made for."

"You do so much more than that, babe. You probably have had enough of cheesy me, so how about we leave this conversation for any other day, and we go take a bath and then cuddle. I feel like napping."

"Great idea. I feel like going back to be the little spoon. Let's go, my love." Harry said getting up from the couch manhandling him, like Zayn had done earlier to him. Harry prepared the bath, under the intense stare of a pair of golden eyes. Zayn was sitting in the toilet, waiting. Once the bath was ready, Harry parted Zayn's legs, kneeling in front of him. Harry was the one staring now, making Zayn blush a little.

"Watcha looking at, sweetheart?" Zayn said, smirking and petting Harry's curls.

"The love of my life." Usually, Zayn was able to resist the urge to melt with Harry's words but this one, this response was so heart-felt Zayn felt like he could die of happiness. Funny, considering what had just happened minutes ago in the couch. Revisiting a painful past with Harry there, holding him, hadn't been as excruciating as past times.

"You are the love of my life too, babe." Harry smiled, and bent to kiss Zayn there, right on Harry's spot. Zayn inhaled sharply, closing, and opening his eyes rapidly. He seemed to remember something, so he pecked Harry's lips, got up and ran out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked after the abrupt mood change from Zayn.

"Nothing, I swear! Be right there, don't get in the bath without me, Styles!" he threated.

"Wasn't planning to, Malik. Move your sweet arse back here, though. I miss you!"

"Shuddup, I'll be there in a sec."

"M' so fucking needy." Harry mumbled to himself, without any real heat in his words.

"M' back, princess." Zayn said, re-entering to the bathroom, holding the lipstick in one hand and his phone and a piece of paper in the other.

"What are you on about, Zayn Javadd Malik?"

"Fuck, s' so hot when you call me by my full name. And this is nothing you hadn't promised to do."

"Okay?"

"Let's get those pretty pink lips a little redder and gimme that kiss again, babe." Harry did, without asking anything further. He coloured his lips, he kissed Zayn and then leaned back to see his work. It looked very nice, like an imprint of himself into Zayn's flesh. He kissed his heart tattoo without realising Zayn was glancing at him. He swallowed, nervous that Zayn would ask what that kiss meant, but he didn't. He took a selfie only of his chest and then put the piece of paper atop the lipstick stain in his chest.

"I like how my lips look in your skin, Z." Harry said, hoarse voice in full display.

"Me too, I love it. Can you kiss me right in the same spot, but with the piece of paper in the middle?"

"Okay, what's going on here? Feels like you are getting a mould of my lips."

"That's exactly it, you dummy. Now, kiss." He obnoxiously ordered. Harry being Harry, did it again.

"Fuck's sake. I feel like you gonna voodoo me or summat."

"Do you feel like I need to voodoo you, really?"