Cruel {Zarry}

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He threw Harry on the middle of the bed. Wasting no time before falling right on top of him. Kissing his forhead, both eyelids, nose and eventually his lips.

"Baby" Harry groaned. He closed his eyes and connected their lips again. Zayn's tongue immediately making it's way into his mouth.

"Stop calling me an infant, you're killing the mood." Zayn laughed but secretly loved that word leaving Harry's mouth. He then placed his lips in the crock of Harry's neck.

"Yes Daddy."

"Fuck."

"You like that?" Harry asked as he pulled on Zayn's shirt. "You like me calling you Daddy?"

"Fuck yes." Zayn answered while he helped Harry taking off his own shirt and then went to remove Harry's shirt.

Both their shirts laying somewhere on the ground. But they couldn't care less. They were too busy with removing their next obstacle, the pants.

Zayn's mind was so filled with lust that he had trouble keeping his hands steady, this giving him a hard time removing Harry's trousers. Harry just patiently waited until Zayn was done completing what seemed to be one of the difficult taks in history. In the meantime Harry thought about what they were going to do next once Zayn succeeded and his pants indeed came off. How far would he take this? How far will he let Zayn go? Will they go all the way? Harry never had a sexual experience, let alone with a guy. What part was he suppose to be? Sure, he watched a lot of gay porn but this was different. This wasn't just simply jerking off at two guys fucking each other, in this scenario he WAS one of the guys. Was he a bottom?"

"Babe?"

Harry focused his attention back on Zayn and was met with a confused and worried expression.

"Are you okay?" Zayn questioned as he threw Harry's pants along with his on the floor, joining their shirts. Harry was so deep into his thoughts that he hadn't even noticed Zayn removing his pants, let alone his own pants.

"I-uh. I am." Harry lied.

Zayn got off from Harry and sat right beside him. "We don't have to do anything you don't want."

"I know." Harry simply stated.

"So if you're second doubting this, we can stop. We don't have to rush into things, I want you to feel comfortable." Zayn placed one hand on Harry's thigh, in a soothing manner.

"I'm not." Harry took a deep breath. "I'm not second doubting it. It's just that... uhm.. I never really did anything and I'm not sure what to exactly do or what you, like, expect from me."

Zayn was quiet for a second. His head was full of doubts too. Sure, Harry was using him and had bad intentions, but was that really a good enough reason to waste a good fuck? Normally Zayn would never think about something like that or use someone like that. But since the person in front of him was using him anyway, he might as well do the same. And besides Harry lied about everything from the first day they met, why would he tell the truth about being a virgin now? This was just a way to wake
sympathy in Zayn. But he wasn't going to fall for it.

Harry saw that Zayn was deep in his thoughts. He started freaking out. "Oh shit, please don't think that I'm weird or anything. I mean I know, being a virgin at this age on these days get taken as me being a freak. I just never really met any-"

"Shh." He was cut off by Zayn's indexfinger on his lips.

Something in the way Harry looked and behaved, made it very believable. And no matter how many times Zayn told himself that he was being played by the green eyed boy, he fell for it. He made up his mind, he was going to take things easy and gentle with Harry. That if Harry, of course, agrees.

"I don't think that you're a freak, babe. And to be honest, I think it's kind of cute and hot at the same time. And if you want, I can show you what it feels like." He removed his finger off Harry's lips and pushed it inside Harry's mouth.

Harry started sucking on it.

"You just need to hold still and enjoy baby." He slowly pushed Harry back on the bed, making him lay down flat. "I'm going to take care of you."

With his other hand he removed Harry's boxer and instantly met with the member he had now come to see a couple of times. The sudden cold breeze on his semi hard cock made Harry shiver. Zayn added another finger into Harry's mouth.

He brought his other hand to his own mouth, spat on it and grabbed Harry's cock. Giving it a few hard strokes.

Harry's moan got muffled by Zayn's fingers.
After Harry's cock was fully erected, Zayn seperated Harry's legs and made his knees bent up. Having the full view of his pink hole. "You're beautiful." He commented. It really did look untouched.

He removed his fingers out of Harry's mouth, making that pop-sound and brought the now moist fingers in the area that was puckered and pink. First he touched the outline of the hole, making Harry shiver. Harry bit down his lips and shut his eyes closed. It was a foreign feeling but at the same time after some circular motions Zayn had made, it felt good.

"You still okay babe?" Zayn questioned as he peeked over at Harry's face.

"Y-yeah." He got a small response.

"Okay, now I need you to completely relax. Let your body chill and take deep breaths. You know what, let's take the breaths together." Zayn suggested.

"Breath in." Zayn said. "Now hold it." He continued as Harry followed after.

"And breath out."
Harry once again did as he was told to.

"Breath in again for me baby." Zayn orderd as he quickly pushed his middle finger into Harry's hole.

Harry's eyes shot wide open and he wanted to scream. "Breath baby." Zayn re-directed his mind. "Focus on your breathing."

Harry did as he was told and kept taking deep breaths. He finally got used to the feeling of something in that area.

"You're doing amazing babe, now I'm going to move my finger, yeah?"