Snow Boy [Zarry]

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That night Zayn and Harry returned home with a third place ribbon, and $2,500.

"I think I'll use the money for art supplies." Zayn said, getting his key out to let them into the house.

When the two walked in, Louis and Liam stood there looking guilty.

"We got third place." Harry announced, not noticing their expressions.

"Were you two just about to have sex?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah." Liam answered shamelessly.

Louis smacked his arm, giving him a look.

"D'you want me to just go?" Liam asked him.

"I didn't say all that." Louis said softly, looking fondly up at Liam.

"You know there's a really nice bedroom down the hall, and-"

"You're right. C'mon." Louis interrupted Zayn, pulling Liam down the hall.

"How'd they get in?" Harry frowned.

"Liam has a key." Zayn answered.

"Oh. Hey, that reminds me, isn't tonight supposed to be about me?" Harry asked, a small smile on his lips.

"Yeah. Whenever you're ready, kitten." Zayn smirked.

"I want to shower first." Harry decided.

Zayn nodded. "Shower and meet me in my bedroom."

Harry smiled, jogging off upstairs while Zayn went into his bedroom and got it ready.

He even lit a few candles, and made sure to freshen himself up as well.

Zayn stripped down to just his boxers, kicking back comfortably on the bed and waiting for Harry.

What seemed like ages later, Harry finally came into Zayn's bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his lower half.

He'd taken a little time to dry his hair, but that was it.

Zayn smiled, sitting up a little and watching Harry walk over to the bed.

"I didn't think I needed to go put anything on." Harry said softly, smiling.

"Come here." Zayn said, his mouth beginning to water at the sight of Harry's exposed skin.

Harry dropped his towel, blushing as Zayn's eyes raked over him.

He climbed onto the bed, chuckling at how quickly Zayn got on top of him.

Zayn covered Harry's face and neck in kisses, breathing in the faint scent drifting off of his skin.

He kissed down Harry's body, burying his face in Harry's thighs.

Harry smiled lazily, blushing deeply as Zayn started sucking on his skin.

"Close your eyes, kitten." Zayn instructed, eventually lifting his head to look at Harry.

Harry let his eyes fall closed, blushing even worse when he felt Zayn push his thighs apart.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." Zayn whispered, pushing Harry's legs up a bit and spreading his cheeks for easy access.

Harry didn't understand, but he kept quiet, expecting to feel Zayn's finger inside of him any second now.

But instead he felt something much better.

Something that sent chills over his body, and made him feel weak with pleasure.

He gasped, arching his back as he felt it again.