Snow Boy [Zarry]

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The next morning, Zayn woke up with his arms wrapped around Harry's torso, their bodies pressed together in a spooning position.

Zayn's nose was buried in Harry's curls, and he happily breathed in before moving to kiss Harry's cheek.

Harry turned his head toward Zayn's affection, smiling without opening his eyes.

"Last night was fun." Harry mumbled, grinning sleepily.

Zayn chuckled, mainly because all the two of them did was have a heated make out session, talk, then go to sleep.

"Don't you think?" Harry asked, turning over to face Zayn.

"Of course." Zayn said as he moved onto his back, lifting his now free and slightly numb arm, resting it behind his head.

Harry studied Zayn's messy hair, and his stubble, very much liking the look.

He grinned, climbing over Zayn and laying on top of him.

Zayn grunted, chuckling. "What was the purpose of that?"

"You're warm." Harry said, resting his cheek on Zayn's bare chest.

"Hey, what're we doing today?" Harry asked, sitting up and straddling Zayn's hips, his bum rested on Zayn's morning wood.

Harry was aware of it, but Zayn was very aware.

He was also aware of Harry's thick thighs on either side of his body, pressed against him.

"I need to finish a few paintings before Wednesday. I have two buyers coming." Zayn said, his voice cracking.

He quickly swallowed, trying to focus.

"I think Louis wants to go sightseeing. You said I could use your other car, right?" Harry asked shyly.

"Of course, yeah." Zayn smiled.

"Thank you." Harry said, getting an idea as he looked at Zayn.

He looked so good from this angle.

Well, from every angle really, but this one at the moment.

"You know that thing you did to me the other night?" He asked, making Zayn's heart skip a few beats.

"W-What thing?" Zayn asked.

"It went a little like this," Harry said, skillfully grinding down against Zayn's cock.

"Remember?" Harry smiled as Zayn blushed, fighting back a moan.

"I do." Zayn said quietly.

"Do it again." He commanded.

Harry did as he said, blushing at the sound of Zayn's groan.

He could feel how hard Zayn was getting beneath him, and it was turning Harry on.

"I want you to do it to me too." Harry admitted, beginning to crave Zayn's touch, and the way Zayn took control.

"Absolutely." Zayn said, gripping Harry's waist and flipping them both over.

Harry pulled Zayn into a heated kiss, moaning out of it when Zayn grinded down against him.

"You know, there's so much more I can do to make you feel good, kitten. There's so much I can do to you, and for you." Zayn whispered between kisses.

"And there's also plenty you could do for me." He added.

"Can you make me feel good without us getting caught?" Harry grinned up at Zayn.