The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry

Chapter 21: Bottoms Up

Harry groaned as he shifted his position on the couch for the twentieth time that evening. Being almost six months pregnant had its challenges. Not only was he constantly hot and uncomfortable, but his sexual appetite had skyrocketed to a level that was insatiable. Every night for the past two weeks, he and Zayn had been at it, and still, Harry found himself wanting more.

He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and adjusted the waistband of his sweatpants, which were feeling tighter than ever. His belly wasn't super huge yet, but he could feel the strain and the heaviness, especially as the night wore on. But there was another kind of heaviness he felt – one that demanded immediate attention.

Harry glanced over at Zayn, who was reading a book on the other end of the couch. His dark eyes flicked up, sensing Harry's gaze, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What's up, babe?" Zayn asked, setting his book down.

Harry shifted again, biting his lip. "I need you," he said, voice husky with desire.

Zayn smirked. "We just had sex last night, and the night before, and the night before that."

Harry's eyes darkened with need. "It's not enough. I need more. I want to try something new tonight."

Zayn's smirk faltered slightly, curiosity piqued. "Like what?"

Harry leaned closer, his breath hot against Zayn's ear. "I want to top you tonight."

Zayn's eyes widened in surprise. He had only bottomed once before, and it had been an experiment more than anything. But seeing the intensity in Harry's eyes, he knew this was different. Harry was desperate, and Zayn couldn't deny him what he wanted, especially now.

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked.

"Very sure," Harry replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And you owe me anyway."

Zayn chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "Alright, then. Let's go."

They moved to the bedroom, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Harry's hands were all over Zayn, undressing him with a fervor that made Zayn's breath hitch. Zayn's own hands were gentle on Harry's body, careful of his growing belly, but the look in his eyes was anything but gentle. It was raw, primal.

Harry pushed Zayn onto the bed and stood over him, his eyes roaming over Zayn's body with a hunger that made Zayn's pulse quicken. "Tonight, you're mine," Harry said, his voice low and commanding.

Zayn swallowed hard and nodded, his own arousal evident. "Yes, sir."

Harry's hands were firm but gentle as he prepped Zayn, making sure he was ready. Zayn's breaths came in shallow pants.

Zayn lay back on the bed, his heart pounding frantically. He had always been the one in control, the one to guide and comfort Harry during their intimate moments. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was the one letting go, placing his trust entirely in Harry's hands.

The thought of bottoming for the first time in years brought a rush of anxiety. What if he couldn't handle it? What if he didn't please Harry the way he wanted to? These questions swirled in his mind, making his palms sweaty and his breath shallow. Yet, underneath the nerves was a flicker of excitement. He trusted Harry more than anyone in the world, and there was a part of him that was eager to experience this new dynamic between them.

As Harry moved closer, Zayn's mind raced through the scenarios that might unfold. He remembered the times he had seen the desire in Harry's eyes, the way his touch could ignite a fire in him like no one else ever could. The thought of Harry taking control, guiding their pleasure, was both terrifying and thrilling. Zayn had always found solace in being the caretaker, the protector, but tonight he wanted to be vulnerable, to surrender to Harry's love and passion. He had seen the yearning in Harry's eyes these past few weeks, the way he had pushed their boundaries, exploring new depths of their connection. Zayn took a deep breath, trying to steady the rapid beating of his heart. He wanted to do this, not just for Harry, but for himself, to strengthen the bond they shared.