The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry

Chapter 16: Rekindled Flames

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow through the sheer curtains of their bedroom. The house was enveloped in a serene silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves outside and the soft, rhythmic breathing of their son, Arlo, asleep in his room.
Harry and Zayn had finally settled into a semblance of normalcy after the whirlwind of emotions and adjustments that followed the revelation of Arlo's paternity. But amidst the chaos of parenting, their intimacy had taken a backseat, leaving them yearning for the connection they once shared.

Tonight was different. Arlo had gone to bed late, his usual bundle of energy finally succumbing to exhaustion. Harry and Zayn found themselves alone, the anticipation of stolen moments of passion hanging thick in the air. The bedroom, once a haven of unrestrained love and desire, now felt like a sanctuary rediscovered.

"Quiet down, baby, you're gonna wake our son," Zayn murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"Is that so...daddy?" Harry whispered back, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

Zayn's response was immediate and primal. He wrapped his tattooed hand around Harry's neck, applying just enough pressure to make Harry gasp. With a swift, commanding movement, he plunged himself deeper into Harry, eliciting a moan that was quickly muffled by Zayn's other hand.

Harry's face contorted in blissful pleasure, his mouth forming an "O" as he surrendered to the intensity of Zayn's touch. It had been too long since they had been together like this, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance of raw passion and love. The stress of their transitional phase had taken its toll, but now, with Arlo peacefully sleeping, they were determined to make every second count.

Zayn's eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at Harry. "You missed this, didn't you?" he growled softly, his voice dripping with dominance and affection.

Harry's response was a breathless nod, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. "So much," he managed to whisper before Zayn captured his lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

Their bodies moved together with an urgency that spoke of months of longing and suppressed desire. Zayn's fingers tightened around Harry's neck, applying just the right amount of pressure to make Harry's heart race. His other hand trailed down Harry's body, leaving a path of fire in its wake. Harry's back arched off the bed, his hands clutching at the sheets as he gave himself over to the exquisite torture.

Zayn's lips trailed down Harry's neck, nipping and biting, leaving marks of possession and love. Harry's fingers tangled in Zayn's hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breaths, the creak of the bed, and the occasional muffled moan as Zayn thrust deeper, harder.

"Fuck, Harry," Zayn groaned, his voice thick with need. "You feel so good."

Harry's response was a whimper, his body trembling with the intensity of his pleasure. "Please, Zayn," he begged his voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop."

Zayn's grip on Harry's neck tightened momentarily, sending a delicious shiver down Harry's spine. "I'll give you what you want, baby," Zayn promised, his voice low and seductive.

He increased his pace, driving into Harry with a force that left them both breathless. Harry's hands clawed at Zayn's back, leaving deep red scratches in their wake. Each mark was a testament to their passion, a physical reminder of the love and desire that bound them together.

Their kisses were fierce and frantic, teeth clinking together as they devoured each other. Zayn's mouth moved to Harry's shoulder, biting down hard enough to make Harry cry out. Harry's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, his body writhing beneath Zayn's relentless assault.