Once in a lifetime

Chapter 54 Gifts

"C'mere, Harry. Now." Zayn ordered, butting the cigarette. Harry couldn't either speak or move.

"Can't?" Zayn asked. When Harry shook his head, Zayn sighed and got up.

"Did you have fun in your fucking date, babe? Huh? Did she entertain you good enough?"

"It wasn't a date, Z." Harry whispered, feeling his dick getting harder, aching for a touch already.

"No? You sure? It looked like a proper date to me. Both all dressed up, posh restaurant."

"No..." Harry moaned when he felt Zayn's palm heel against his hard on. "No, I wasn't."

"Did she touch you like this?" Zayn said, opening Harry's zipper, sneaking a hand and grabbing his dick.

"Uhm, she...she didn't touch me at all, baby." Harry wailed, leaning on the door.

"No? Hm? You sure? You didn't get this hard with her, fantasizing how deep your dick would go on her mouth? Hm? Did you leak like this for her?" Zayn asked, locking both of Harry's hands with his free one, above Harry's head.

"No... No, Z. Just you, only you." Harry said, shoving his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He loved this Zayn, this petty, hot, dominant Zayn. Harry started grinding his hips, trying to get more friction, more contact with Zayn's hand, or any part of Zayn's body, really.

"Yeah, don't ever forget it, Harry. You're mine. S' your fucking ring in my hand, you're mine and m' yours. No one, ever would put a finger on you." Zayn said his mouth hovering over Harry's taunting him, as if he was to kiss him, but not quite kissing him.

"Kiss me, baby. Please, please. Kiss me, Zayn." Harry begged.

"Did you miss me? Hm? Did you miss me splitting you open, fucking you, making you feel my dick up to your guts? Did you miss having me filling you up? Tell me, Harry."

"Fuck yes. Yes, I missed you badly, the way you manhandle me, the way you get inside me with love and yet with strength, the way you come inside me and fill me with a little of you. God, I missed you so bad."

"Want me to fuck you now? To make you beg for more until neither can take it more?"

"Shit. Yes, yes Z. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

"Come again?"

"Fuck me now, please." In a single movement that almost got Harry dizzy, Zayn had him facing the door, tightening the grip on Harry's hands, implying he didn't want Harry to move the hands from there.

Harry pushed his ass out, offering himself to Zayn. Such bold movement earned him a slap on his now uncovered ass, making him gulp. Next thing he felt, was Zayn's finger, covered in lube, which he had no idea where came from, making his way in his hole.

"Like this, Harry? Should I make you come justwith my fingers?"

"No, no, please. I want your cock, I need your cock inside me, please." Harry moaned, trying to fuck himself with Zayn's single finger, but Zayn stopped him, holding his hips tight.

"Yeah, I'll do it, but just because I want to, for my pleasure. I'll make you come too, no worries."

"God, yes, yes please. Come inside, too? Please."

"I'll wear a condom then, babe, remember no babies yet." Zayn said softening his voice for a second.

"No, I wanna feel your come dripping down my ass. I think we are good, no danger for babies today."

"Fuck, even when I'm mad I can't say no to you. Fuck you, Styles."

"Malik. M' soon to be a Malik, thank you very much. And how about you fuck me, huh?" Zayn chuckled, despite himself. Harry made him smile, even when he was trying to control his reactions, pointlessly. Harry would always control them.