How Deep Is Your Love [ ziallsmut ]

Let me kiss you (throught the phone)

Words 2500+

This is from AO3, all credits for writer (idk who link from the orginal is down)

THANK YOU SM 300 READERS !! ILY

Enjoy!:)

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"You're really not helping," Niall dead panned as Zayn took another shirt out of his suitcase as he tried to pack, "I have to be at the airport in an hour babe."
"I don't want you to gooooo..." Zayn whined, crossing his arms. He was still lying in bed, wearing nothing but his boxers after the night before. Niall had gotten up early to shower and was fully dressed, just grabbing a few last-minute things for his trip from his drawer at Zayn's place.
"But I have to go," Niall said, relenting and sitting the edge of the bed, threading his fingers through
his boyfriend's hair, cupping his cheek.
"No you don't, we can stay right here in this bed for the next few days instead of bloody Ireland!"
Zayn sighed leaning into Niall's hand.
"'Bloody Ireland?'" Niall raised an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean," Zayn brushed over, "You can't leave me alone for three days!" Zayn pouted.
Niall leant in to kiss it away, tonguing into Zayn's mouth, knowing it would make him happier (and hopefully complain less). He reached forward to rest his hand over Zayn's crotch, pushing just enough to make him moan. Then he pulled away from his lips, "Now Zaynie, you have to let me pack..."
"..Okay." Zayn nodded, eyes still closed.
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Three days later, Niall rolled over to see a glass of water and two Advil on his bedside table, he mentally thanked Sean as he heaved himself up to sit in his bed. As he took the Advil he checked his phone, messages from his friends in Ireland thanking him for the party; messages from his friends in England wishing him a good day (Harry sent him a photo of himself along with his message, he was spending way too much time with Zayn, Niall would have to put an end to this selfie business); tweets from his famous friends, including the boys again; and a whole bunch of missed calls. He started by tweeting something out for the fans 'i just woke up! im 19 wohoooo! thank you all soo much for the birthday wishes and stuff! love u'. Then he replied to a few friends before listening to his messages. Justin Bieber, his idol-turned-mate left him a nice happy birthday message, just wishing him a good day, nothing he hadn't already heard 100 times. Ant and Danny, Zayn's two best friends had left him something similar, with added banter. Then he got to the message he'd been looking forward to since he left Zayn's apartment for the airport three days ago, 'Hey babe, happy birthday, I'm missing you heaps, can't wait to see you again, gonna suck your dick so hard, push you against a wall and get down on my knees.. Then I'll flip you around and fuck you until you're seeing stars, starting slow, building up, you're going to scream my name... See you soon!' Niall blinked as the message ended, Zayn's voice making his cock twitch with arousal. He replayed the message twice, imaging Zayn doing everything he had promised. Niall listened to the message one last time, then decided to fuck it and call Zayn...
"'Lo?" Zayn grumbles into his phone, Niall realises that it's only 11am and (without him there) Zayn would still have been asleep.
"Hey babe, missing you.."
"Niall!" Zayn says, suddenly alert, "Happy birthday!"
"Thanks," Niall smiles, "I got your message.."
"Ohhhh" Zayn chuckles in the background and Niall can practically see his smirk, "And where are you
now?"
"In my room."
"Alone?"
"Yeah."
"Hard?"
"..Yeah." Zayn laughs some more.
"And what are you wearing?"
"Boxers."
"Take them off."
"But-"
"Off." Zayn says firmly. Niall gets up to lock his door, knowing Sean has 0 boundaries, then pulls off his boxers, before sitting back on his bed.
"Okay."
"Now start stroking yourself." Zayn commands. Niall does as he says, and hears some shuffling on Zayn's end, which he assumes is Zayn getting naked too, "Just imagine me kissing down your neck and biting that part on the left." Niall closes his eyes and can almost feel Zayn biting him in that one part that always makes him shudder, "It's my hand on your dick, rubbing slowly, ever so slowly." Niall slows the pace he'd found, jerking himself in the same way Zayn always starts with. He moans softly, accidentally, and Zayn chuckles again, "Stop laughing at me," Niall says, slightly breathless, "It's my birthday!"
"Sorry babe," Zayn replies through a smile, "Now stop and lie back," Niall does so, slightly upset about the loss of contact on his dick, "Finger yourself now, like you do for me when you put on a show." Niall's cock twitches and he spreads his legs to reach down and finger himself. He makes a muffled sound, "Let me hear you baby." Zayn tells him.
"Zayn," Niall chokes out, moaning as he hits that spot.
"Good Niall, so good." Zayn says, somewhat breathless himself.
"I want," Niall pants, "Zayn, I-"
"Touch yourself baby, make yourself come for me."
Niall fumbles around until he's got his cock in his hand again and is pumping himself hard, groaning into his phone for Zayn to hear.
"Yes, good boy Niall," Zayn says in reply.
"Zayn," Niall whispers just before he comes, shuddering as he spills over his hand and on to his stomach. Zayn comes into his own hand as he listens.
"Happy birthday baby." Zayn says after a few minutes of just breathless panting on either end, both coming down from their highs, "More where that came from when you get home."
"I can't wait.." Niall sighed, reaching over blinding to feel for his boxers from last night and wiping up the mess.
"Me neither, I've missed your stupid face."
"Hey!" Niall laughed, "It's still my birthday!"
"Yeah, yeah, hurry up and come home!"
Niall rolled his eyes, "I'll see you in a few hours."
"Bye babe." Zayn said hanging up the phone, probably going back to sleep if Niall knew his postcoital routine well enough (which he really should). Niall closed his eyes too, deciding a nap might not be a bad idea, but just as he was drifting off there was a smack on the door followed by furious knocking, "Niall?! You still alive?! Come down and eat
food!" Niall rolled his eyes to himself, "Coming!" His nap would have to wait for the plane ride.
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