Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Niall could feel feather like kisses being pressed against the curve of his spine. He smiled into his sleep, not opening his eyes and just feeling the sensation of those soft lips against his skin. It was making him blush and feel so damn loved for some reason. Just knowing that Zayn was probably doing the action with heart eyes, his rosy red lips marking his skin once again. Niall smiled wider at the thought, blinking one eye open and turning his body to the other side to face Zayn.  

"Hi."The blonde whispered, reaching out a hand to grab onto the Pakistani's black hair. It was always so soft and tamed, never a single strand was out of place and Zayn ran his fingers through them a lot, not always but just when he was tensed but despite that, his hair always stayed right in place. Not moving a single inch. Niall's eyes wandered to the dressing table, he chuckled upon noticing the bottles of hair gel just lying on it. 

"Morning beautiful." The older of the two whispered, his Bradford accent coming out a bit thicker in the early morning time. The blonde smiled shyly at the older man, not replying back but simply bringing Zayn closer to himself, wrapping his arms around the tanned man's neck and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Zayn smelled of smoke and morning breath but Niall ignored that, enjoying the way the raven haired man's lips felt against his own. He traced a soft finger down the taller man's face tattoo, appreciating it before bringing his fingers down Zayn's chest and allowing them to trace the small wings scattered on it. 

"I'm going to make us some breakfast while you get dressed alright?" Zayn muttered softly, not wanting Niall to stop the slow and sultry movements of his small, dainty fingers. It was such an innocent act but it made him want to ravish the blonde, bend him over and just fuck him senseless, allow Niall to touch every part of his body while he did the same. It was maddening, just how much Zayn had come to think of Niall in a sexual and admirable way. He craved the blonde but still resisted temptation, satisfying himself with just random hand jobs and blow jobs. 

"I'll help you," Niall whispered, propping himself up on his elbows as he got rid of the covers, revealing his naked frame to the Pakistani. He watched Zayn gulp loudly, visibly and the simple act of knowing just how he affected the older man, made Niall feel a bit proud of himself. Every time he would look at the mirror, all he could ever see was a small boy with a thin torso but such a large amount of fat gathered around his belly. It was infuriating, how Niall could never be like those slim models that walk the ramp but now, the way Zayn's hazel eyes were just eating him up, swallowing every inch of his imperfectly perfect body, Niall had to admit that maybe those models weren't all that great either. Since they weren't the center of Zayn's attention, their body wasn't being eyed in such a heater manner by Zayn. Niall's on the other hand - was and he was enjoying every passing second of it. 

"No need. It's your first day here." Zayn smiled, pecking the blonde's forehead before getting out of the sheets. He quickly picked up his shirt that was lying carelessly on the chair and shrugged it on, all the time wondering how he was going to make Niall feel comfortable. He really didn't want the blonde to worry about anything. Zayn had a job now, a stable one and even if he was ever to be jobless, his parents earned enough to fend for him as well. So really, he really didn't have to worry about anything other than how he was going to explain Niall to his parents and his sisters. Doniya would understand. Safaa was already a meanie to the poor blonde and Zayn really didn't know how he would tell his father and mother about being in a relationship or something, with a boy. They weren't homophobic but really, they weren't going to be very happy about it either considering Niall was not exactly the type of person they were used to. He had issues and Zayn's family avoided these things like the plague. 

"Whatever you want but starting tomorrow, I'll be helping you with all the household chores. It's the least I can do," The blonde smiled, getting his phone from its place in the charging slot and frowning at the amount of text messages and missed calls he had received from Greg. Niall's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he went through a few messages.