How Deep Is Your Love

don't even care about the bed I'm breaking

words 1100+

From tumblr again, all credits for writer: tender-vadge

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Z-Zayn," Niall gasped, fingers digging into his boyfriend's back, fingernails leaving little, red crescents in their wake. He couldn't completely catch his breath, every time he inhaled a little bit of oxygen, another thrust from his boyfriend pushed it out of him again. "I-I... I can't- I-I-" he was babbling nonsensically, mouth moving of its own accord, mind and ears not hearing what he was saying or caring at all, completely wrapped up in his pleasure.

"Shh, baby, it's okay, it's okay, I've got you, love," Zayn whispered into the blonde's ear, plump, red lips pressed right up to the ear lobe, close enough for him to nibble on it just to hear another gasp slip past his boyfriend's lips. "God, you're so gorgeous, you feelso amazing, Niall."

Niall could only mewl in response as Zayn hitched his leg a little higher up on his shoulder, changing the angle just a bit so he was brushing against his prostate almost every time.

They weren't sure what it was about tonight, maybe it was more time off than they knew what to do with, having exhausted all of their activities they wanted to do while they could just relax and being left with no other option then to just cuddle and watch TV and fuck all day long; maybe it was the knowledge that their break was nearing its end and they wouldn't have a chance to make love in an actual bed in their own home for quite some time once it was over, so they were taking advantage of it now; maybe it was the heat of the coming summer months, making everything sticky and heated and heady and muggy and bringing a permanent flush to their cheeks and making it a little bit harder to breathe wherever they went.

Whatever the reason, there was an extra fervor, an almost viciousness between them tonight, love bites deeper and redder and darker than they'd been in a while scattered across their chests, moans pushing past parted lips louder and breathier than normal, almost sounding exaggerated just for the sake of making their fucking that much better but you can't fake the noises Niall was making, if you could, you'd be putting Meg Ryan to shame.

Zayn was thrusting into Niall with all he had, sliding in and out in time to the blonde's whimpers as he snapped his hips down to meet Zayn's and moans reaching a crescendo as they went on. He was fucking him so hard, the sheets were becoming tangled around them and had been yanked from the corners of the mattress, pulling up into a useless pool around their intertwined bodies. The headboard was crashing against the wall and Zayn knew there would be indents in the drywall in the morning and he was sure he'd be proud of them, glance at them briefly as he brought Niall breakfast in bed the next morning (because he may fuck like an animal but he was still a total sap, especially for cute, blonde Irishmen who he just so happens to be hopelessly in love with) and smirk to himself as he places the tray on Niall's lap and the blonde looks up at him dazedly, sated smile on his lips like he's still reeling from his high, and he'd be reminded of a job well done.

The mattress is creaking underneath them, a midnight lover's symphony conducted with just their bodies and Zayn felt all of it, Niall's tight, wet heat inviting him in and feeling better than anything ever had, the sight of his baby, flushed and debauched beneath him, mouth parted and body jarring with every movement he made, the sound of the springs groaning in protest as he fucked into his boyfriend over and over, the smell of sweat and sex and Niall and Zayn in the air, it was all around him and it was intoxicating, overwhelming to the point where he couldn't really focus on anything else, it was sensory overload, there was just no more space in him to focus on anything else.

Which was why he almost didn't hear the first sharp snap, like wood splintering, but he just assumed it was the headboard finally breaking against the wall (bonus points in the morning,) but then he heard it againand he felt a change in the bed, like something was off-center.

But Niall was still moaning, loud and pornographic, as he fucked him and Zayn figured, if Niall wasn't bothered, neither was he, so he kept it up, feeling the familiar coiling in his stomach and knowing from the noises Niall was making that he was close, too.

"Come on, baby boy, I know you're close," he muttered. "Feel so good, look so good, you're amazing, Niall."

"Z-Zayn!" Niall hissed, dragging his hands down the older's back, drawing red paths down the skin. "M'c-close, yeah."

"I know, babe, come on, love," he said. "I love you like this, look so hot, so sexy."

Niall whimpered again but it was nearly drowned out as there was another crack and it was louder, loud enough to make them both jump and stop what they were doing and Zayn only had seconds to realize what had happened and had even less time to wrap his arms around Niall, bring him close to his chest to protect him as the bed beneath them finally broke and they came crashing down, the mattress luckily breaking their fall.

There was silence for a few seconds as the two of them processed what had just occurred, then Niall snorted and busted up into laughter, making Zayn hiss as he accidentally clenched around his dick and then Niall seemed to remember that his boyfriend was still inside of him and that made him laugh even harder.

"Looks like we're sleeping on the couch tonight," he said, smirking lightly for someone still technically mid-coitus. Zayn snorted.

"Not like we were planning on sleeping on this bed anyway," he shrugged and Niall smiled up at him, poking his cheek. The darker boy pouted. "Don't poke my cheek, I'm fucking you."

"I can do what I want, you broke my bed," Niall reasoned, poking him again before letting his fingers slide into Zayn's dark locks. He pulled him down a little and Zayn got the message, smiling widely as he leaned down into a kiss.

"Sorry I broke your bed," he said and Niall giggled.

"Hey, if that's how we break furniture around here, I want to destroy every piece of furniture in this flat."

"I'm not even sure our boy band salaries will cover replacing all that," Zayn said, pressing his forehead to Niall's and pecking him quickly on the lips again. "But I agree, I'd go bed shopping with you any day if that was the reason. Or any other day, for that matter."

Niall hummed happily. "I love you."

"I love you, too."