night changes [zarry]

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Harry wakes up with Zain's arm slung over his hip, breath fanning across his neck, like he has for the past month. He smiles to himself, squinting at the clock. Way too early, even Sophie would not wake up for another hour or so. But he must have been so used to running on barely any sleep that a month of being looked after — of being spoiled, really — meant he woke up early, feeling refreshed and light.

He turns, pressing a soft kiss to Zain's jaw and squeezing his thighs together. Not quite a month of having sex again and he had grown addicted in a way he hadn't been since he first discovered it, always wanting Zain close. Except, unlike that first year, he now has children who demanded his time and attention and took up space in their bed whenever they wanted. There really hadn't been enough opportunities.

He kisses Zain's lips softly, skin buzzing in anticipation. He doesn't quite want to wake Zain up, not when Zain had been working and taking care of their children and of Harry and the household all by himself, his mother dropping off food or groceries or the kids from time to time but clearly not wanting to step on Harry's toes by coming inside.

"Darling," Harry says quietly, pressing himself against Zain, stomach clenching. He wants. And Zain made him feel like he could ask.

Zain grunts, arm going more tightly around Harry. Harry giggles slightly, elated. Waking up, then. They would have sex again, after four days of only some mild groping and hurried kisses while the kids where distracted.

He watches Zain's nose scrunch up before Zain presses his nose into Harry's neck, his hand rubbing over his hip and down, squeezing his arse.

"You good, sweetheart?" Zain mutters into Harry's skin, slotting his thigh between Harry's.

"Yea," Harry says quietly, rocking down slightly, knickers already damp. "It's early," he adds. "Do you wanna—?" He stutters, feels his cheeks flame.

"Wanna what?" Zain says teasingly, sounding much more awake. He rolls over slightly, pressing his weight on top of Harry and lifting his head, grinning down at him, hair a mess and pillow creases on his cheek. His hand slips between Harry's thighs, palming him idly.

"Yes," Harry says and leans up to kiss Zain, stale morning breath and all.

Zain kisses him deeply, thoroughly, making Harry feel like he is cherished. He brushes his nose against Harry's cheek as he pulls his shirt over his head, leaning down to mouth at Harry's neck and chest before coming back for another kiss, licking into Harry's mouth like he couldn't get enough. He slips two fingers into Harry, making him ache for more, breaking the kiss to lean towards the bedside table.

They're always efficient about it, very aware about the children probably coming to interrupt them at any moment. But it never feels rushed when Zain kisses him, when he spreads Harry's legs and slides into him, squeezing Harry's hips and chest and rocking into him, making sure Harry comes before following him over, panting into each other's mouths.

Harry loves how Zain always holds him afterwards, wrapping him tightly in his arms and kissing him like he cannot get enough, like he wants to stay wrapped around Harry forever.

"I gotta shower," Harry says when Zain's alarm goes off, lips tingling. "Sophie will wake up."

"Hm," Zain makes, following Harry as he sits up and pressing his face against his belly, mouthing at his skin and rubbing his cheek against Harry's thighs.

Harry squeaks, pushing him away, and pulls his shirt over his head again, grabbing his knickers and Zain's pants to put them in the laundry bin.

Zain watches him with almost idly, stretching, before he gets up, pulling on sweatpants and emptying the bin by their bed. "I'm gonna start breakfast," he says,  as Harry lingers to get kissed again, tying the bin bag to dispose of the evidence of their morning. "You want something special?"