Snow Boy [Zarry]

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-January 20th-
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Zayn woke up to the feeling of warm kisses along his neck, and to the feeling of his boyfriend's weight on top of him.

He didn't find that pleasant.

At all.

He blinked his eyes open, moving his arms to lift the small blonde off of him.

"Morning." Niall chuckled, leaning back to look into Zayn's eyes.

Zayn left his hands rested on Niall's sides, staring at him.

For some reason, a reason that truly perplexed him, he just couldn't stay angry when he looked at that baby face.

"What're you doing?" Zayn asked, his voice having that morning rasp to it that gave Niall goosebumps of pleasure.

"Waking you up, because it's noon." Niall replied, unable to keep the smile off of his face.

Zayn promised that he would take Niall shopping today.

"Why can't I sleep past noon?" Zayn asked.

"Because you said you'd take me shopping. I sucked you off for this, remember?" Niall asked, playing with Zayn's messy blonde-black hair.

Zayn groaned internally, wishing he could've controlled his own mouth while Niall had Zayn's cock in his.

Shopping with Niall consisted of Niall going from store to store, trying on outfit after outfit while Zayn carried everything.

Just the thought made Zayn feel miserable.

"Do I have to go?" Zayn decided to ask, hoping Niall would see how much he didn't want to.

"Yes! Who else will tell me what looks good and what doesn't? Plus, I was thinking I could get a new outfit for our next kinky night." Niall said, ending his statement in a whisper with a little smirk on his lips.

Niall believed that he had Zayn wrapped around his finger.

He knew Zayn's weakness, and shamelessly used it against him when he needed to.

Zayn had a massive daddy kink, and Niall was the only person who could satisfy Zayn like he wanted.

"I'll just give you my card." Zayn suggested.

"But I want you to come with me....it'll be good publicity." Niall said.

"I don't give two shits about publicity. You know that." Zayn said.

"Well, I do. I need it after these last few rumor filled weeks." Niall said.

He was a rising singer-songwriter, as well as an Instagram famous model.

Niall often mentioned the fact that he had over eight hundred thousand followers.

He loved the attention, and living the life of a celebrity with an attractive boyfriend.

Zayn, on the other hand, couldn't care less about the fame.

He preferred to stay in the shadows, but being with Niall made that difficult at times.

Plus, in the forever warm city of Los Angeles, not much was private.

"Please just come with me, you said you would." Niall reminded Zayn, looking into his eyes.

"I have things to do today." Zayn sighed in protest.

"Okay, look," Niall began, sitting up and straddling Zayn's hips.

Zayn's hands fell from Niall's sides, landing on the bed as his eyes traveled over Niall's pale, surprisingly shapely thighs.

"You can stay here today if you want." Niall said softly, purposely brushing his ass against Zayn's morning wood.