Sex Lessons |z.h.|

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Zayn stared at Niall, stunned for a moment as the blonde entwined their fingers together, leading the older man upstairs towards the bedroom. It was funny how despite every confident word Niall had uttered, his body was shaking terribly as if scared of what might happen and Zayn was all the more tempted to stop the blonde, prevent him from doing something he might regret but the look of determination and the utter submission in those blue eyes stopped him from doing so.

Niall opened the door slowly, blushing furiously when he took notice of the bed. He hadn't gone all out on the flower arrangements or getting those heart shaped red pillows. The bed was just clean now, freshly made and there were bottles of lube and condoms on the bedside drawers. Enough to give Zayn the hint that the Irish lad really wanted to share his virginity with him.

"I don't want you to rush into anything." The Pakistani sighed, running a hand through his hair. He felt his body heating up rapidly when Niall reached a hand forward, running it down the tattoo on the side of his face and the mere action made Zayn sigh in pleasure, leaning his head forward in the palm of Niall's hand.

"I want this. I want you."The blonde muttered with certainty, for he was sure that giving himself up to Zayn was probably going to be the best feeling in the world. But he was scared. So scared that after this, he might not be able to keep his feelings to himself, that after this if Zayn was ever to isolate him like all others, he wouldn't be able to cope up with the grief and pain. Because before Zayn, Niall didn't know what love even was. Everything he felt towards Liam was more in the line of infatuation than anything else. He was obsessed with the idea of the "perfect jock" - Liam Payne that he never really saw the whole person. He never tried to, really. But with Zayn, Niall was certain. He knew the man like the back of his hand and that was enough for him to be assured that his decision was a right one. He made a great choice, of giving his heart and now, his body, over to Zayn. Somebody who would treasure him.

"Did I ever tell you that you're absolutely gorgeous?" The raven haired man grinned cheekily, taking Niall's hands in his own and kissing all the fingers one by one. He pecked the palm of the blonde's hand, smiling smugly to himself when the smaller lad let out a giggle. Placing his arms around small of Niall's waist, Zayn brought the shorter boy closer to himself, loving how Niall was just the right size to snuggle cozily into his chest.

"Everyday." Niall grinned back, getting on his tip toes to peck the Pakistani's lips and laughed when Zayn bit on his bottom lip, tugging on it before placing his lips on Niall's thin ones, the pair perfectly fitting with one another. It was as if everything was coming right into place and all bad things were coming to an end. The blonde was happy, he had his family's support, he had filed the report and arrangements of getting enrolled once again into school were already taking place, he had Harry - one of the truest friends he was ever going to need, and most importantly, he had Zayn.

"I'm going to make this the best night of your life." Zayn mumbled into the kiss, parting his lips from Niall's to trail soft kisses down the blonde's jaw and his pale neck, nibbling on it ever so lightly as he walked them towards the bed. Gently pushing the blonde on the bed, Zayn kept a hand on the right side of Niall's head while the other held fast onto Niall's small waist, fingers digging into the flesh as the shirt Niall had been wearing had lifted up.

"Zaynie." Niall sighed, arching his back into a silent moan as Zayn sucked onto a spot on his neck while another hand roamed freely inside his shirt, playing with his nipples, touching them ever so lightly. "Shirt. Off." The blonde commanded, getting a dark chuckle from the Pakistani but nevertheless, Zayn obliged, getting rid of his shirt and then proceeding to do the same with Niall's. He tossed them to the side, eyes widening as he took in the form of Niall's shirtless body lying on the bed, hair all messy from the times Zayn had already ran his fingers through them, cheeks flushed a dark shade of red and lips moistened and swollen. The sight almost made Zayn want to drool and without wasting any second, he quickly went back to attacking those precious lips with hungry kisses as his hand worked on roaming down Niall's chest and towards his jeans, unbuttoning them quickly and pulling the thick cloth material down, along with the panties Niall was wearing underneath them.