fool's gold [zarry]

onze

Harry whines again, shuddering, his desperate thrusts back against Zain's mouth becoming more erratic.

"Zain," he whines, panting and out of breath, clutching at the sheets. "I - I-," he whines.

Zain lets up, brushing his nose against his spine as he moves up, covering Harry with his body and pressing him into the mattress.

"What is it, darling?" he says, pressing his lips to Harry's flushed skin, tasting the sweat in his shoulders, his neck, his cheek.

"Please," Harry whines, clutching at Zain's arm feebly.

His eyes lashes are clumped together with tears, his cheeks red and flushed, his mouth bitten. He looks gorgeous, wrecked and pretty.

"Please, what?" Zain asks pleasantly, leaning back to turn Harry over, watching his limps shawl limply, his knees dropping open. His belly is wet with precome, his pink cock flushed and weeping.

"I - I can't," Harry gasps, belly heaving. "Please, just let me come," he says, eyes wet as he looks at Zain through his eyelashes, pink open and soft.

"But baby," Zain says, pressing his cock to Harry's belly with one hand and rocking against him for a bit, making Harry gasp and clutch at his biceps, desperate. "We talked about this, remember?" he says softly, kissing Harry's cheek, lingering. "I'm gonna eat you out and then I'm going to fuck you. You can come whenever you want."

"Want you," Harry whines, mouthing at Zain's jaw uselessly. "Please."

"In a bit," Zain says, unhurried.

He kisses Harry's lips chastely, moving downwards again, sucking on his nipples and pressing his tongue to his stomach, mouthing at his thighs before spreading his legs again, pushing them back and up and exposing Harry's hole — wet and pink and empty. He presses his tongue back to it, making Harry squeal and rock against Zain's tongue.

It was meaner this way, not even the mattress for Harry to rut against, but he's louder, not muffled by the pillows he'd bitten.

He screams and whines and gasps Zain's name, desperate, Zain could listen to him all day, would if he weren't too impatient already, wanting to be inside.

Harry squeals, shrieking really, when Zain pushes a finger inside him, pressing against his prostate and not letting up until Harry's stopped moving, paralysed by sensation.

He comes easily when Zain finally touches him, shouting and clutching at the sheets.

He grasps at Zain when Zain lays himself between his legs, letting himself be kissed all sweet and pliant and whines, rocking up when Zain fingers him open properly, getting him slick.

He's sweet when Zain pushes in, plaint and open, letting Zain take, clutching at his arms weakly and gasping softly until Zain comes, shuddering when Zain drops his head to his neck and holds himself deep, just for a moment longer.

It feels like something Zain shouldn't think about, stroking sweaty hair off Harry's forehead as Harry pants, staring back at him with wet lips and sticky cheeks.

"What brings you here?" Zain asks after he's caught his breath, when Harry is still pliant and sweet, letting himself be kissed like he wasn't a mouthy little shit. Shut up, Niall, Zain thinks, reflectively.

"Huh?" Harry asks, still a bit dumb, his mouth bitten red and slick with sweat. Zain has to lean back in to suck at his lower lip, pressing his tongue against it.

"Niall didn't say you'd need another suit," Zain says, palming Harry's stomach. "Why are you here?"

"Do I need a reason?" Harry shrugs, pressing his nose against Zain's cheek.

Oh, Zain thinks and then shakes the thought away, scratching his fingernails over Harry's stomach lightly.

"Well, darling," he says instead, letting himself fall onto his back. "If you're already here—"

Harry follows, attaching himself to Zain's side with his long limbs. "If I'm here?" he asks, yawning slightly as he presses his nose against Zain's arm.

"I have a few things for you to try on," Zain finishes, ignoring everything else that wants to come to mind. "Are you going to fall asleep?"

"Hm," Harry hums, sounding half asleep.

"Alright," Zain says, sitting up and ignoring Harry's grunt. "I am too awake, darling, I'll be downstairs in my studio. Come find me when you're showered."

"Okay," Harry says, blinking at him with one eye, frowning slightly.

Zain leans down to kiss him, soft, and it seems to settle him. He closes his eyes, breath evening out almost immediately.

Zain stares at him for a moment. His skin is buzzing, fingers tingling with inspiration and something else, something he should not name.

He goes to take a shower and forces himself to not think about the way Harry had sounded, Harry had moved, Harry had looked. He thinks about Niall instead, and the list of things he had demanded just this morning via email.

He should call him as soon as Harry was gone, get his head on straight. No one could get him out of it as well as Niall, could get him back on track when he has lost himself in something that would end in nothing good.

But his mind is still full of Harry and the way he moved, the way he looked, the way he would look gorgeous in the fabric Zain had seen last week, the cut Zain had drawn just yesterday.

He shakes his head at himself and does not look at Harry's naked form, sprawled on his bed as he leaves for his studio. He'd call Niall.

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errrrr idk what happened here i was just?? inspired??? and then chickened out? apologies for everything if I read over this again I will not post it hahahaha