Intersection [ZARRY]

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Harry’s dick was leaking. His heart pounded in anticipation, hunger and need, a violent storm inside him. He wanted to take all of Zayn for the first time. But when they made it to the bed, everything slowed.

Zayn lay him down, slid on top of Harry and kissed him. They rubbed their dicks together as they thrust against each other—kissing, touching and needing.

“I don’t want to hurt you too much.”

“You won’t,” Harry replied. “Some pain is a rite of passage. My cock’s not nearly as thick as yours, but it was still uncomfortable for you at first. I’ll get used to it. I fucking want it. I’ve been fucking myself with those
dildos every spare minute I have. It’s time for the real thing. Real men take it up the ass, Zayn,” Harry teased, and got the smile he wanted.

Zayn reached over and grabbed lube out of the drawer. He kneeled between Harry’s spread legs, pushed his knees up to his chest and dripped lube onto his asshole. He used a lot, fingering Harry again to stretch him.

Each time he thrust, Harry let out a groan. He liked the sting, the burn. Liked having any part of Zayn inside him.

“I need to use a lot of lube. It’ll help.” He kept working Harry until he thought he’d go out of his mind.

“I’m ready for you, Zayn. Make love to me.”

Zayn leaned in and kissed him before lying on his back. He squirted more lube onto his hand and ran it up and down his thick erection.

“Get on top, so you can control how much of me you take.”

“I want you balls deep.”

“Then do it.”

“I fucking love this side of you. Talk like that to me all the time from now on.”

Harry sat up, threw a leg over Zayn and straddled him. Zayn’s cock leaked onto his stomach, shiny and wet from the lube, and so goddamn big.

“Of course I had to go gay for the guy with the biggest cock in Virginia.”

“Funny. Now let me make love to you,Harry.” Yeah, he so fucking wanted that.

“Clench. Tighten as much as you can,” Zayn said.

Harry stared down at him, confused.

“Huh?”

“You’re not the only one doing research. Just do it. Clench your hole as tight as you can for as long as you can. Tell me when you can’t do it anymore.”

He did as Zayn said, clenched, held it as long as he could and then his hole automatically started to relax...to loosen.

“I can’t...not anymore.”

“Do it now. Let me in,” Zayn whispered. “Let me inside of you.”

Harry went up on his knees, grabbed Zayn’s cock and angled it toward his hole. And then Zayn’s hand was there, helping guide him.

Both men holding his erection as Harry lowered himself and Zayn slowly began
pushing inside.

He was stretched, pulled open to what felt like was as far as he could go. Pain shot through him. “Fuck...” he groaned out.

“We can wait—”

“Fuck that. Just give me a minute.” Harry took a couple of deep breaths and then tried again, lowering himself onto Zayn’s rock-hard dick—more stretching, more burning, more pressure; fuck, the pressure he felt...but then, it wasn’t as bad as it had been when they tried before. He was looser, more relaxed, but not relaxed enough. And then...Zayn’s thumb brushed his thigh.