Angel's Mural â"‚ Ziall Horalik Mini-Fic

F I F T E E N - If Your So Tough, Then Love Me

DICLAMER: Listen to the song on the side, the WHOLE book is based off it and it goes with the Chapter. :)

          Niall's breath hitched in the back of his throat when Zayn looked at him like that, lust evading the beautiful gold orbs. "O-Okay," Niall stummerd, picking Zayn up, his legs around Niall’s waist still staring intently as he was carried out of the tent, A blanket in Niall’s hand.

          He walked the both of them across the field of tall grass where he laid the blanket down, Zayn watching him from the sidelines, twiddling his hands and feeling anxious. He had waited so long for this moment now, he was finally going to have it. Under the moonlight, beside the banks of a river with only the sound of the night around them. Not one care left in the world as he stepped onto the blanket, touching Niall’s hand and turning him to face the darker lad.

          Niall stared deep into Zayn’s eyes, not saying a word.

          Not that he had too, everything they needed to say had been lost in the slow, sensual seeding of their clothing.

          Zayn pressed lips to Niall’s own, unbuttoning the white flannel and letting it drop of Niall’s broad shoulders, his dark hands moving across the muscles.

          Niall’s gasped into Zayn’s mouth, pushing their bodies closer together as he two undid Zayn’s shirt, tossing it somewhere in the field before he gently laid Zayn down on the blanket, there eye never leaving each other’s, still searching for any sign that the other would turn back.

          But there wasn’t, and there gaze turned to something of pure love and lust. "Niall," Zayn rasped quietly, his legs moving up the body and wrapping around him. "Shh, Shh Zee don’t speak." Niall told him, kissing down the long, dark torso, his hands palming Zayn, squeezing him till he mustered up the courage to pull them off the darker boy.

          Although he had seen Zayn naked a million times, each is something new. Finding a new part of him, learning a new crevice. He was like a never ending puzzle Niall had to put together.

          Zayn moaned under his breath when Niall’s lips found the base of his thick, yet surprisingly short cock and kissing up it, finally taking the lad into his hot mouth, bobbing his head up and down on it, impaling himself.

          The slave gripped the blonde locks, bucking his hips up to fuck into Niall's mouth. Niall traced the vein poking along the base of Zayn’s thick cock before taking him back into his mouth and deep throating him.  "N-Ni!" He cried, pushing the head as far as it would go, his body arching off the blanket before Niall pulled away from him, taking in a long, well needed breath.

          "I-I don’t know how long we'll last." Niall choked out, spitting onto his figures and rubbing it around.

          Zayn panted quietly in anticipation, pushing his ass in the air, spreading his legs like a sleaze for Niall who felt thirsty for Zayn’s puckered hole. His mouth felt suddenly dry and empty and he wanted to lap at the hot entrance. "Tell me if it feels strange." He said, dipping his head in and licking a curious stripe up the cress between Zayn’s round cheeks.