When Zayn’s done, they fuck like they always do, quick and desperate, Harry face down on the bed. It happens so quickly, Zayn reaching for him then bending him over, that he’s inside him before Harry realises that he hasn’t tied him up or gagged him. He only realises when he hears himself cry out as Zayn thrusts into him and if he wasn’t already desperate to come after what just happened in the bathroom, he almost does then at the thought of Zayn not being able to wait, either, of wanting him so much that he doesn’t have the patience to take off his belt and tie. But Harry doesn’t want to remind him, so presses his face into the comforter in case he does it again, but to his surprise, Zayn doesn’t let him, putting his hand in his hair and yanking his head back.
‘What’s your name?’ he says into his ear.
This is it: the question they always ask, but the one he can never answer.
‘Nathan,’ he breathes and it’s as natural as that, as breathing.
Zayn pulls his hair. ‘What’s your fucking name?’
‘Nathan.’
‘Your real name.’
‘I can’t,’ he pants and Zayn thrusts into him so hard, Harry opens his mouth to say Zayn’s name, but doesn’t make a sound.
‘Tell me.’
‘I can’t,’ Harry says, squeezing his eyes shut. And he can’t – he can’t – but he can feel something in him unraveling as though Zayn has found a loose thread and is just pulling and pulling. He fucks into him again and when Zayn fists his hand in his hair until his scalp stings, Harry whimpers because it doesn’t just feel like he’s going to come, it feels like he’s going to split open.
‘Don’t you fucking dare,’ Zayn warns, grabbing Harry’s wrist with his other hand and pinning it to the mattress when he tries to touch himself. ‘Not until you tell me.’
Harry shakes his head. ‘I can’t.’
‘Really?’ Zayn breathes, easing out of him, and Harry hates the sound he makes when he does, the needy little whine that sounds like he’s about to cry as he lifts his hips off the bed.
‘Don’t stop. Please.’
‘Tell me.’
Zayn pulls his hair again, but Harry doesn’t give in. ‘Let me come and I’ll tell you.’
Zayn obliges, thrusting back into him with one swift stroke that makes every bit of him shake.
‘Harry,’ he cries out when he comes and he doesn’t know if it’s winning or losing.
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Keep the Car Running (Zarry AU)
FanfictionBelieve none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now t...
