Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Tied and vulnerable. Niall could feel the blood rushing to
his cheeks as he tried to loosen the tight grips of the handcuffs,
tying him to the bed post. The blonde moaned loudly, feeling soft hands
Roaming down his body, touching him in a feather like manner.

"Mine.." The voice spoke out and even though Niall's hands were tied, his eyes were still in wide view yet he couldn't make out the figure of the speaker. It was so blurry, but he didn't care. His mind was focused more on the pleasure of things than any thing else.

Hands moved down his naked body, making the blue eyes widen when his member was grabbed by large hands. Softly pumping him and bringing his length into a hardened state. Niall moaned loudly, gasping in pleasure when he heard a faint noise of belt buckle being opened and clothes being dropped on the floor. Whoever was touching him, was really taking his sweet time, making everything all the more anticipating and exciting for the Irish blonde.

"So fucking beautiful." The voice spoke slowly, each word stressed as if they desperately wanted Niall to believe in them. The blonde could faintly see the outline of gorgeous tattoos running down the strangers arms. So beautiful and so familiar but he refused to acknowledge the fact that his heart was beating way too loudly in his chest, that his body was reacting so damn strongly towards a man who was supposed to mean nothing to him. Maybe friends, or maybe something more but definitely not that important to have him feeling so much in just one action.

With a soft chuckle, the stranger- who Niall was so familiar with- lowered himself so their bodies were meshed together, making the blonde realize just how beautifully he fit in with the tanned man's frame. How the way their skin contrasted, the way their bodies just moved together, the way their personalities were a stark contrast against each other, was all so divine and addicting. Niall loved the feeling of knowing that in the arms of this man, nothing could possibly go wrong. The lingering fear of Ashton and Liam crossed his mind but the thought was gone when rough hands moved gently down his back, making Niall wither into the sheets.

"Moan for me angel." Niall gasped at the nickname, knowing well that only one person in the entire world referred to him as angel. His thoughts were quickly shut down when a finger, lubed with thick gel was poking at his entrance, making the blonde cry out in pleasure and pain. He arched his back, moving his hips with the fingers intruding his behind. It felt weird but strangely enough, when those long fingers curled inside him, lightly brushing something that made Niall see the stars in broad daylight.

"Found it." Another soft chuckle, this one deeper and more manlier, maybe of the voice laced with nothing but pure lust and love. Love? What a strange word to pop up in his mind. of course he didn't love the man who was now undoing the hand cuffs and turning his body to the other side, so Niall's back was high in the air but his head and chest was lowered down into the mattress.

"Are you ready angel?" the hint of something very close to concern in that voice. A voice he knew so well, made the blonde's eyes well with tears. He opened his mouth, cheeks flushed a bright red and tried to get some words out.

"Y-yes Zayn." The name rolled off his tongue in such a delicate manner, making the older man shiver in delight. Without wasting any more time, he pushed himself inside the blonde, swallowing all the moans and whimpers that left his sweet lips.

"You're so tight baby boy." The blonde blushed bright at the words, squeezing his eyes shut. For his first time, even he was shocked why it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would have but there was still some pain there. Not enough to make him cry out. The blonde continued to moan, loving the way Zayn just kept on thrusting into him. Increasing the tempo every now and then. It was all too perfect and too much. How Zayn knew the way his body worked and how he kept on hitting that one spot again and again. It made Niall want to cry out and run for cover, because a part of him - a very desperate part- wanted to scream out something more than just the string of curse words and the occasional loud cry of the Pakistani's name. And it scared him, how those words were just on the tip of his tongue, desperately wanting to come out.