A race to your heart (Zarry AU)

19.- Intimacy 🏁

Zayn's POV

He didn't say anything after what I let out. He was just looking out the passenger window.

"You are a fucking prick. Y'know what? Go to hell, Zayn." Harry said lowly at me and opened the car door. I could see the tension in his eyes, the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

"What? No, Harry can we talk, babe? Please, can I come up?" I asked, looking at him not wanting to end this night. Feeling his words cut deep in my heart.

Harry was like an open book to me—every muscle in his body, every flicker of emotion, told me exactly what he was feeling. And right now, he was torn between anger and something much deeper.

"No. I don't want you to," he said and got out of my car closing the door. Of course, I followed.

"Please," I repeated and he didn't do anything to stop me. I know him, he doesn't want me to go. The ride in the lift to his flat was endless. You could cut the tension with a knife. I didn't know what to say to make things better with him. I don't know what he wanted.

He opened the door of his place, the lights were off and he didn't light them on. He just took his peacock coat off and his boots too. He walked directly to his bedroom without saying a word to me. I closed the door and took my coat and shoes too.

Following him through the dark living room just illuminated by the moon and other building' lights, my voice whispered "Harry, are you going to talk to me? "Babe... I'm sorry. I swear you're not an afterthought for me. You're not a game," I started once we were together in the safety of his place.

Silence. He was too much in his head. I don't know what was going on in his mind and his quiet demeanor was scaring me. He could end things there again or make me a scene begging me to take him back.

Then I approached him and kneeled to help him get out of his damp skinny jeans. It was an excuse to admire and
touch his anatomy. I caressed him softly and said, "You have beautiful legs, babe."

Harry just stood up there and let me touch him, like pondering whether to keep fighting or follow his desire to be intimate with me again.

As I finally managed to peel the wet jeans off him, I kneeled in front of him and looked into his eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the soft hum of the city outside the window. The room was dim, as the living room, was illuminated only by the city lights streaming through the curtains, casting a faint glow on Harry's face.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and understanding. "I don't know what to do either. It's the same for me, but... I don't care. I want you, Zee. I want us again."

There it was. The vulnerability, the honesty that made Harry who he was. He wasn't afraid to lay his emotions bare, even if it meant getting hurt. I, on the other hand, had always been more guarded, and more careful with my heart but with him that was impossible.

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

"I want you too, Harry, but I can't afford to let this—us—take over my life."

"Then don't," he said simply, as if it were that easy. "We can do it, Zee. We can make this work." He said caressing my face that was looking up at him.

Then I couldn't help it and I started caressing and kissing his legs going up to his underwear and reaching his flaccid cock. Harry's body betrayed him as he was getting hard just after feeling my touch.

"I just don't want to talk about this anymore. Let me love you tonight, yeah?" I said as I kissed his cock through the black fabric of his underwear deciding to put on hold our talk. He never likes to leave things unspoken, I was the one who was most of the time adamant about talking because I knew that probably we were going to start a fight. And I just don't want that. Sometimes I was a fucking coward that avoided conflict like the plague.

After a minute he just nodded and I kissed him and kissed him all over. I've missed him so much, we've missed each other so much.

As soon as I saw him giving in to me, I pulled down the piece of clothing. Harry's hard cock emerged right in front of my face and I smirked at the sight that he was dripping already. So, I licked the precum off and savored it.

"Lay down on the bed, babe," I said standing up and stripping off my clothes too.

Harry obliged and watched every move I made. I was naked in a minute. This gaze had a sentiment mixed with sadness and resignation. I began to kiss him all over his thighs, his crotch, and his V-line that was framed by his fern tattoo.

"Please. Don't tease me..." Harry whispered.

"What do you want babe?"I asked as I kept kissing and licking his hot skin adorned by one of my favorite ink. Moving up to one of his nipples and sucking it sensually until it was hard between my wet and warm tongue.

At that moment I realized that Harry was like an addiction to me, a new and stimulating drug. Even though I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for him again, here I am.

"Why can't I steer away from you?..." I whispered against his collarbone and then looked for his perfect red lips.

"Do you want to?" Harry asked me as he grabbed my head intertwining his long fingers through my hair.

"I tried but no, I couldn't. I need you, babe. Like a fucking drug," I confessed and I crashed my lips against Harry's.

"I need you too. I thought... I could only be friends with you but... no. I can't. I can quit my life if that means I'm gonna be with you. I don't fucking care," Harry said while kissing him slowly.

"Babe... I love you," I said looking at him like the most precious thing in my life.

And of course, he is.

"Me too," he let out and I saw a little tear down his temple. "Erm...The... lube... drawer," Harry barely said and I understood. He was so emotional that he wanted to just feel me in that moment and we did. I prepped him and I entered easily into him.

"Do you like it like this?" I asked as I was pumping slowly into him, watching Harry's face at all times, how his expression changed as I moved inside him feeling his tight walls sucking the life out of my cock.

"Ye-yes. I love having you in me, Zee. It's... amazing," Harry said between whimpers.

"God! You feel so good, so fucking tight," I said unhinged.

I was mesmerized by Harry's moans and how he was calling "baby" so eagerly. That ignited something within, I felt an intense explosion in my groin and I wanted to possess him to all extents. Again.

"Are you mine? Tell me you're only... mine," I said looking at him.

Harry was surprised to hear that and to see Zayn with a different look in his eyes.

"Ye-yes. Only... yours. Always yours,"
Harry said sincerely and reached out to kiss me. He had his legs around my torso, pulling himself in a little more. We found a rhythm and a right angle, with each thrust I touched his prostate making Harry moan and keep asking for more.

I knew at that moment that I was doomed. I was making love
to him, it wasn't just fucking anymore.