Cresting Waves

The Lovers

Zayn's awoken by the tickling sensation of lips against the back of his neck. "St'p...m' tryna sleep," he murmurs, snuggling further into his pillow. He's distantly aware of the heat of Liam's body curved around his own. There's a dull ache between his thighs that's offset by the low hum of arousal buzzing in his groin. Still, the pull of sleep is far more demanding, so he lets the cotton wool cloud over his thoughts and drops back into a doze.

He's asleep for what feels like merely a few moments, before he's pulled awake yet again by Liam's mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down his spine. Zayn has turned onto his stomach in his sleep, face tucked into the bend of his elbow and hair askew. He takes a deep breath as he comes fully aware, blinking sleepily. He hums at the feeling of Liam's fingertips dragging up and down his back, raising goose flesh that prickles in a pleasing way.

"Liam." His voice is sleep-rough and deep, even to his own ears. There's a soreness in his throat that can only be explained by the sounds he'd made the night before. The thought makes him blush, hiding his face in his arms again even though Liam can't see him.

A shiver racks through his limbs as he feels Liam's mouth press into the dips on either side of his spine, trailing to the top of his crack and pausing. "Are you very sore?" Liam asks, and god, his voice . Zayn shivers again, pressing his hips down into the mattress. His cock has swelled half-hard, clearly interested in the proceedings.

"No," Zayn whispers out. The atmosphere in the room calls for quiet-the sun breaking softly through the curtains, the fire burnt down to smouldering embers, and Liam's body heavy and warm against his own.

Zayn holds his breath as Liam moves behind him, the tip of his tongue dragging a hot line across one cheek that sends a spike of pleasure straight through Zayn's body. His cock jumps, rubbing against the sheets in a way that makes Zayn hiss.

He is sore as Liam uses gentle palms to spread him open. The skin of his hole is tender, smarting at the pull and making Zayn hiss. Liam shushes him. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm gonna make you feel good, promise."

With that, Liam presses the softest of kisses to his rim, his tongue flicking out to kitten-lick at the sensitive skin. Zayn groans quietly, biting at his own bicep. Heat flares between his hips at the touch, his hips canting back for more.

Even though he knew this action was something some people engaged in, he didn't know it would feel this good. Liam tongue is thick and wet, laving gentle stripes over and over with a constant, light, teasing pressure. The pleasure builds steadily, a nice slow immersion compared to last night's race towards the edge. Zayn sighs into the tingling sensation crawling through his limbs.

He twists one arm back to cup Liam's head as best he can, riding back against the man's face leisurely. Liam hums in appreciation, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh of Zayn's arse. His beard is rough against the fragile skin, scratching harshly and making Zayn twitch. His body can't decide whether to pull away from the burn or push into the warmth of Liam's tongue and mouth.

Liam licks him out to a slow, satisfying orgasm that leaves Zayn even more sleepy than before. He cuddles down into the pillow, not even minding the sticky wetness slicked between his belly and the sheets. Liam is making little smacking noises with his lips, his fingertips skimming down the backs of Zayn's legs where he's knelt in between them.

"You sound ridiculous," Zayn mumbles, rolling onto his back and tangling his legs around Liam's waist. Liam, who is now running his fingers over his lips as if they're numb. Liam, who's so hard, his cock standing proudly against his belly and so flushed it's almost purple. His foreskin is pulled down tightly, revealing the shiny wet head. Zayn's eyes stay locked on his, watching it bob as Liam shifts on his knees, then twitch when Liam's hand slides down his belly to grip at the base.