Marcel let out a spine tingling shout when Zayn shoved into him.
Zayn grabbed onto Marcel's slightly gelled hair and pulled back, making Marcel arch his back.
Zayn continued pounding into Marcel with one hand on his hip and one hand in his hair.
Marcel moaned and groaned as Zayn continued jabbing his prostate and abusing his tight hole.
"From the many times we fucked, your still so damn tight." Zayn grunted and continued snapping his hips at an unknown rhythm. Marcel whimpered in reply.
"Oh my god Zayn." Marcel gritted his teeth together and dug his nails into the leather couch and let out little 'uh, uh, uh's.
Marcel let out a high mewl and sputtered all over the couch underneath him and collapsed.
Zayn was driven over the edge when Marcel clenched extremely tight around him and pulled out, coming all over Marcel's back and bum.
He crumpled on top of Marcel and wrapped his arm around Marcel's waist. "I love you so much, you know that?" He mumbled into Marcel's ear.
Marcel's eyes drooped shut and he hummed back, "I love you too." Zayn stood up and grabbed a few towels.
He wiped down Marcel's backside and the parts of the couch he had access to. He pulled up Marcel's sleeping form and wiped down his stomach, and everywhere else cum had gotten to.
When he was done, he carried Marcel-bridal style-out the room, as into their bedroom. He tucked Marcel into bed and snuggled next to him.
"Night sleeping beauty."
The end
