Intersection [ZARRY]

23

“You okay?” Harry asked as Zayn lay on him, his head to the side and staring off.

Harry read him pretty well. He seemed to be able to tell when Zayn had a lot on his mind, and Zayn loved that harry didn’t shy away from asking him.

“I am. Just thinking about what I did...that I liked doing it to you.”

Never in a million years did he see himself here, but it’s where he was, and now he just had to figure out how to navigate it.

“If I’m being honest, I hadn’t planned to swallow. It snuck up on me, and I just did.”

Harry laughed, grabbed Zayn and pulled him up his body. He had his head on Harry’s chest. Zayn was still hard, the need to come still bearing down on him, but he liked this, too, lying with Harry.

“It snuck up on me as well. It’s like a magic-fucking button or something, and now I want to suck you off, too.”

Harry rolled so he lay on top of Zayn. “And just so you know, I do plan on swallowing.”
Aaaaand, his cock got even harder, stiff and rigid.

“I’m clean. I got tested after Gigi. I have the results.”

“Me, too. I get blood work every three months, and I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. Now relax. I want to see what you taste like. I’ll suck on your balls. I know how much you like your nuts played with.”

Fire shot through Zayn’s veins, engulfing him even more than he’d already been. It felt like an eternity since he’d been blown.

When Harry slid down his body and buried his face in Zayn’s crotch, he about lost it.

The other man went straight for his sac, sucking as much of it as he could into
his mouth, making Zayn’s eyes roll back in his head. “Oh fuck...Harry.”

“Keep saying my name. I like it. Your balls are already tight. They want to let go, don’t they?”

Zayn didn’t answer because Harry’s face was there again, right between his legs, sucking and licking his balls. He was fucking good at this. Zayn would never suspect that it was his first time.

Harry’s thumb brushed over his taint as he went for Zayn’s cock. Harry didn’t do anything half-assed, so Zayn wasn’t surprised when he tried to take Zayn to the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, but that didn’t stop him.

He bobbed his head up and down, each time trying to take more of Zayn inside his hot, wet mouth.

Zayn fisted a hand in Harry’s hair. He didn’t dare take his eyes off the man. He wanted to see each muscle in Harry’s back move, his ass in the air.

Wanted to see and know exactly who it was that he had between his legs sucking him off. There was a pop when Harry pulled off.

“You’re not saying my name. I wanna hear it.”

“Harry,” Zayn gritted out as Harry used his hand on him, his mouth going back to Zayn’s tight balls.

“Fuck...right there, Harry. Jesus, you feel
good.”

“You did, too. Especially right here.” Zayn was pulled out of the moment briefly when Harry touched his asshole.

“Not tonight, but I want inside here, too. Will you let me, Zayn? Fuck, I want to do everything with you.”

“Yes,” he hissed out. There wasn’t any other possible answer. They were in this together, exploring and figuring out what this was between them.

Harry sucked him deep again. When he did, he pulled a little on Zayn’s balls, palmed them and played with them. He used his other hand to jerk Zayn off as he sucked him.