A.M. ↠ zarry AU

pleasing

pleas·ing

/ˈplēziNG/

adjective

satisfying or appealing.

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Harry languidly kissed Zayn, pulling and nipping at his lips until they were slightly swollen and now a darker shade of cherry red. He grunted softly out of frustration when Zayn refused to open his mouth, giving Harry a taste of his own medicine and teasing him. Zayn smirked and Harry could feel it in the kiss. He pulled Harry even more towards him by the hips and stuck his hands under his shirt to trace up his hip bones, abs and finally snaking around his back, feeling his muscles tense with every micro - movement.

Finally, Zayn stuck out his tongue and Harry wasted no time to slip his own into Zayn's mouth and run his long fingers through Zayn's black hair. It had come to the point where this slow, cheeky, passionate kissing was enough to turn Harry on and, no foreplay was needed, all he wanted was Zayn inside of him. "Zayn," He moaned, his voice deep and husky, laced with lust. He pulled Zayn with him as he walked backwards and fell onto the bed with Zayn roughly massaging him through his jeans. He removed Harry's shirt, kissing his collar bone, both bird tattoos, down the middle of his abs and rubbed circles over his vine tattoos, turning Harry into jelly under his touch before he crawled back up again.

Zayn raked his tongue along the roof of Harry's mouth and pressed his entire body flush to the bed with his own, holding Harry's hands in each of his. "Zayn," Harry broke away from the kiss, his eyes dreamy and clouded with lust and something more. "Now. I want you now, fuck me now." Harry stayed on his back and quickly shoved off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans before hastily pushing them down his legs so that he could watch Zayn undress.

With his boxers still on, Zayn thought that he'd have a bit of fun with Harry. "Do you want this?" Zayn asked, sheer dominance in his voice as he stroked himself through the thin material of his black boxer briefs. Harry nodded and licked his lips, his eyes glued to the bulge in front of him. "How bad?"

Harry's eyes flickered up to Zayn. "Make this entire hotel hear me." He answered, speaking with a strong voice.

Zayn thumbed Harry's bottom lip and gently pushed it into his mouth, feeling his tongue slowly lick up and flick at the tip of his thumb.

"Lie down." Zayn whispered and removed his finger. This is what Harry had been dreaming about, having Zayn look into his eyes while he fucked him.

Zayn crawled over Harry, nipping and biting at his neck, all the while teasing him with the tip of his dick lightly pushing into him before being removed.

"Please," Harry begged and bucked his hips up, his own erection being rubbed up against his and Zayn's body, getting hard to the point of becoming painful.

Zayn nipped at his earlobe and smoothed his hair before burying himself inside Harry, both men groaned as soon as Harry was filled to the hilt. His mouth dropped open as a silent moan left his mouth as Zayn slowly started rocking in and out.

Occasionally Zayn would whisper filthy nothings in Harry's ear making his eyes roll to the back of his head and arch his back off the bed so that Zayn could slip his arms under and hold him closer.

"Fuck!" Harry moaned and ripped the pillow out from under his head so that he could be more comfortable and thrust his head back. "Oh, God, Zayn. Zayn fuck," He wrapped his legs around Zayn's back to keep him in place and grabbed both his hands in each if his own, intertwining their fingers and raising them above his head. "Slower." Harry whispered through moans. Both their bodies were on fire, even at a slowed pace. A pace where only their hips where moving. No more moaning or words could be heard, the entire room was thick with heavy breathing and desperate sounds of need. Zayn had removed his head from being buried in the crook of Harry's neck to look at him, watch him slowly come undone before his eyes.

Harry on the other hand watched Zayn bite down on his lip and let his jaw fall open the exact moment his eyes shut. He craned his neck up to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as they both approached their highs. When the kiss was broken Zayn pressed his forehead to Harry's and focused only on this present moment in time.

"I -" Harry sucked in a sharp breath and his legs suddenly tensed around Zayn's back. He cried out loud as his orgasm, that was so powerful it brought tears of pleasure to his eyes, left him shaking under Zayn. "Nokeepgoing." Harry rushed and, struggled to get out when Zayn, who was worried that he had hurt Harry was about to pull out. He let go of holding onto Zayn's hands so that he could wrap his arms around his shoulders. Not a single gap was evident between their bodies as they lay against each other.

Seconds later Zayn groaned into Harry's neck and chest, cumming, and laid on top of him for a while before rolling over and hearing his own pulse thudding in his ears.

Harry laid in a daze with tears streaking down sideways and falling into his hairline and ears. He felt like he was floating on air at the moment. Neither man spoke to each other but Harry did let his hand crawl towards Zayn's on the mattress and find his own hand to hold in the aftermath of everything.

Harry wanted this moment to last forever, to live in it always for he hasn't felt happiness like this in a long, long time. Zayn leaned up on his elbow, letting Harry still hold on his hand, and bent over him to give him the sweetest kiss that Harry had ever felt.

"Are you okay?" Zayn asked cupping his cheek and Harry went to hold onto his wrist, nodding eagerly to show that he was more that just okay.

Stay. Stay. Stay. Please, stay.

Zayn did, for a while, maybe half an hour. Just laying naked with Harry and Harry gazed over to him and wondered just what was going on in that mind of his. If he would ever feel maybe even a fraction of what was bubbling inside of Harry.