jaan//ziam

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Liam carries on having an affair with "Harry" despite Zayn's hint.
He doesn't even bother to hide it - snogs Harry under the chamelis* in the park. Gets flower crowns (plaited by Harry) placed on his head, where a crown belongs. Moans whenever Harry touches him and laughs at whatever the latter says. Crawls on to his lap in the midst of a conversation and sneaks his hand into silky patiala bottoms, a cheeky smile playing at his lips.
(The Emir used spies okay, how the fuck does that matter?)
Zayn is infuriated. Never has anyone disobeyed him so blatantly.
So when he rides past the secluded pond one morning, and catches sight of Liam and Harry snogging lazily along the bank, a water lily tucked precariously behind Liam's ear, he loses it.
'Ruko**' he barks out, grabs the horse's reins and tugs at it.
The horse neighs and trots to a stop as Zayn frowns at the couple.
'Harry' he calmly speaks up as the boy pushes Liam off him and looks around, bewildered.
'Here' Zayn yells.
Harry turns to the Emir, and a sheepish smile passes over his lips. He scratches his head and looks towards Liam, cheeks flaming.
'Emir, um, we didn't know-'
Zayn waves his hand carelessly at the lad.
'I need to talk to Liam,' he starts, 'Do you mind leaving for a bit?'
Harry nods earnestly and jumps to his feet, 'Jo hukum*** Emir saahib'
He bends down and presses a chaste kiss to Liam's forehead, before walking away from the pair.
Jealousy flares up in Zayn when Liam waves at his retreating figure, a fond smile on his face.
He leaps off horseback and walks over to his betrothed, his smile now something determined and angry.
Liam looks so innocent and angelic; flower tucked behind his ear, lips cherry red and puffy, his face glowing under the burning Sun. How dare someone else touch him?
'What was that?!' Zayn whisper-yells.
Liam's smile slides off his face and he looks back down to his feet, plucks grass out with his hands.
'What was what, Emir Saahib?'
Zayn bends down and pulls Liam's face up by his hair.
Liam moans. Actually moans.
'Fu- no, um - your uh' Zayn swallows, his cock suddenly interested in Liam's closed eyes, parted lips and sinful sounds.
He shakes his head and looks away from Liam's blissed expression, 'I do not want you around that bitch. You're mine'
Liam opens his eyes and he sweeps his tongue over his wet lips.
'Then claim meeee'
Before Zayn can retort about how much he'd love to fucking put him back in place, he spots the empty Madera¢ wine bottle lying on the grass.
'Shit' he hisses, 'Liam are you drunk?'
Liam just giggles.
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'You're so macho, mm'
The Emir rolls his eyes as Liam hiccups, dangling loosely from Zayn's arms.
He kicks his bedroom door open with one foot, and stumbles into the room ungracefully before dropping Liam on his bed and groaning.
He's about to make a comment about how unfit he is but-
But Liam tugs him down and next thing he knows, they're kissing and Liam's wrapping his legs around Zayn's waist.
Tongues fighting, teeth clacking, lips bracketing each other.
Liam moans and mutters something against the Emir's lips that get lost in their frantic movements.
Clothes off, touches fleeting, kisses rough.
Once they're left in just boxers, Zayn crawls back up and kisses Liam again, strong arms on either side of Liam's head.
Liam breaks the kiss with a lazy grin
He guides the Emir's hand to his crotch and presses it down against his obvious hard-on.
The Emir licks his dry lips as Liam practically jumps off the bed trying to arch into the contact.
Fuck.
From then it's all quick movements. Zayn's hand blurring over Liam's cock until he spills, before Liam returns the favour and lets Zayn cum over his bare chest.
They lie in silence for a few minutes, breathing heavy and the air thick with tension.
'Can we have sex?' Liam groans out and Zayn bites his skin, eliciting a pleasured hum from the younger boy.
'No' Zayn hums sadly, 'That comes after vivaah¢¢'
Liam giggles and pushes the Emir off, before pulling the covers over himself.
The image turns Zayn on so much: golden silk covers loosely draped over Liam's torso, lovebites adorning his pale skin, his lips so raw and gotten, hair ruffled against the lumpy pillows, looking so fucking submissive.
'Well' Liam hums, cheekily grinning up at Zayn. His eyes are hooded and he looks sleepy and adorable yet so fuckable at the same time.
'Well?' Zayn questions, stroking a strand of hair off Liam's forehead.
'Well' Liam says and starts chuckling. Zayn fondly raises an eyebrow at him.
'Well', Liam repeats, smacking his lips as he turns on his stomach, facing Zayn again (the Emir tries to avoid staring at Liam's naked ass, exposed by the silk covers).
'No sex for us then, because I'm never marrying you' Liam mutters sleepily and closes his eyes, a smile on his lips.
Zayn kisses his forehead and reaches down to gently pull the covers over Liam's lower half, before he snakes an arm round Liam's waist and pulls him in, nice and close.
(Maybe it's just a vehem¢¢¢, but Liam smiles in his sleep)
'Sweet dreams, jaaneman'
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*chamelis - usually white flowers with a lovely fragrance. they look very tranquil and are often found at wildlife resorts.
**Ruko (रुको) - stop. Zayn is saying stop.
***Jo hukum - literally translates to "what command" but means "whatever you say"
¢ Madera - Portuguese wine popularised in India during the 1900's. Still quite well known.
¢¢vivaah(विवाह) - wedding.
¢¢¢vehem(वहम) - illusion. Something imagined by the mind.

qu'est ce-qu'il fait? Was it any good? Was my French any good (probably not) (: x😛