Burning Love-Ziam/Zarry Fanfiction {Explicit}

Chapter 5

THIS IS DIRTY< DON"T READ!!

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OMG why are you reading? I said not to lol

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Zayn apprehends the boss's husky chuckle through the phone, the chuckle held similarity to a wolf howling through the night air, it was tempting yet frighting to the unknown.

The boss slightly wheezes afterwards due to his older complexion, but regains his composure.

"I knew you would call punk. There's something about your cute little self that I know will have my men savoring their plump lips just for you." The boss slurs the words causing Zayn's belly to twitch and pull with an unpleasing vibration, that quickly spread through him like a plague.

"When can I begin?" Zayn's voice shakes as he speaks, he somehow felt that the boss was inferior to him, and this made him feel as if terror had lashed his wounded skin.

" Oh eager are we? You can begin today at 11pm, that's when my finest clients come to visit Payne train, he'll have to share the spotlight tonight." Zayn flinches at the name.

His mind wonders to the memory of the stripper's big lustful eyes gazing upon him as he slowly moved his hips down then up the pole. The squeak of the tight fitted jeans gently rubbing on the pole. The stripper's mouth had parted to form an O as he felt the metal pole thrusting between his tight legs. The scene had excited the darkest intentions in Zayn.

"Perfect." Zayn retaliates, however, before the boss can respond Zayn presses end upon the call. The memory had excited Zayn in the impurest way he could imagine. His legs twitch and fidget at the new member in his jeans. Zayn's breathing continuously increases causing his shoulders to rise and lower at his sides.

He eagerly starts to rub his legs together to make his erection fade away but finds it a worthless attempt when he realizes it only made it worse.

Zayn craves for pleasure. He tries to fight he feeling but can't contain the groping feeling building in his jeans. Zayn let's his hand glide gently down his body with the softest touches.

His fingertips slip into his boxers and reach his erection. He let's his thumb swirl around the tip of his member as the rest of his fingers hold on to him ever so tightly. The teasing sent a trickle of pleasure making him moan with great passion into the room.

His hand takes him full length. He wraps him self completely in a a dominate hold and let's his hand move up and down. The up and down motions give Zayn what he most craves. At the lashes of pleasure and heat his head tilts back onto his pillow. The thought of the stripper being there, touching him in the places he most liked it made Zayn's eyes widen in the sea of lust.

"mmm." He groans behind closed lips, his hand continues it's process, his hold tighter around him, as he pumps himself hard. His chest heaves rapidly, and his shoulders rising and letting themselves fall back onto his pillow with a loud echo of a thud. This only caused his pleasure to be more forceful.

Zayn's eyes gently squeeze shut afterwards. His hand on himself moving at rapid speed, up and down. An explosion of pleasure runs through his veins and fulfills his darkest desires.

"Oh... fuck." He gasps out, with a loss of breathe, he feels a knot like sensation right bellow his lower belly region. A tight pull that make his legs throb. His hand clutches at the bed sheets behind a hold as if he let go, he would fall weak on to his knees.

"Need some help there, babe?" Zayn's eyes open from their heated desires to face his boyfriend watching him with lustful green eyes, and a devilish smirk. Harry's green eyes full of darkness observing the dark haired lad's hand on himself.

"H-Harry..I..?" Zayn finds it impossible to speak at the position he was in, in front of his boyfriend. Exposed and nervous, Zayn repeatably licks his lips as a reaction, at the sight Harry bites his his plump pink lips at him.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." Harry reaches for the first button of his button up shirt. His hands play with the buttons until they expose his perfect skin inked with the most delicate lines of tattoos. The shirt falls lightly to the floor as if weightless.

Zayn violates his boyfriend with his craving eyes. Looking at every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. Harry knows Zayn is liking what he is seeing, that he doesn't even have to ask the question.

Harry brings himself to the end of the bed where Zayn's legs are. He holds on to them and aggressively brings Zayn closer to him, making Zayn throb at the new contact. He smirks at the sight of Zayn's pleasures.

Harry rubs his hands at his side to heat them, he goes ever so slowly to make Zayn beg him to hurry the process. He loved when Zayn begged for him

"Harry h-hurry." Zayn pleads about to grab himself to finish himself off. Harry winks at him and brings a hand to place it on top of his boyfriend's hard. The contact on his erection caused a vibration of desire to run through the dark haired lad twitching body. Harry lightly rubs ontop of Zayn's boxers increasing his speed.

"You like that Zayn, huh, do you want me to suck it, baby?" Harry whispers, as he brings himself with his teeth to lower the cloth enclosing Zayn's hard. Zayns hard slams him against his belly. Zayn slurs at the touch.

"Yes Harry, I do." Zayn's voice is faint and barely audible from the pleasure eating at his flesh. Harry smiles and rubs Zayn before proceeding. His hand glides up then down Zayn's hard." Stop t-teasing." Zayn pleads.

The curly haired lad licks his lips making them nice and wet for his boyfriend. He tugs at Zayn's hard and places the tip in his mouth, Zayn's head bows back at the heat consuming him, burning him within. Harry takes him full length. His cold and fragile hands tickle Zayn's thighs as he moved his head in an up and down motion.

"Fuck, yes Harry." Zayn mouths behind a lip bite. He bucks his hips to place him furthermore into Harry. Harry makes eye contact with the dark lad. Their eyes memorized by each other's impurest dearies.

Harry gently moves up Zayn's hard and hallows in his cheeks to feed Zayn a tighter pleasure. He moves as Zayn bucks in and out Harry's rosy and dark red lips, both never look away from each other's eyes. They thrived for one another, they craved for each other for this.

"Oh." Zayn gasps out his last moan and feels the liquid within him shoot throw him. His warm cum lands on Harry's defined chest that trickles with sweat beads. Harry smiles at his boyfriend's satisfied complexion.

Zayn lightly brings himself to sit and grabs Harry by his neck , his hand marks his boyfriend's neck with his harsh touches wanting those red and wet lips on him. "You're lips look so sexy and delicious." Zayn rushes against Harry's ear. Before Zayn can continue Harry crashes his lips onto Zayn's throbbing one. Their naked flesh to flesh contact heating the kiss.

Zayn brushed a hand through Harry's dark hair , as Harry dominantly pulled Zayn closer to him. Their hearts beating in unison. The kiss intensifies with each others lips, but the sensation starts to fade when Zayn breaks away from Harry's wet lips.

Harry glances at Zayn with perplex ion, his eyebrow arcs but he still holds on to Zayn's tan. skin. His beautiful flesh. "What time is it?" Zayn whispers into Harry's , making Harry shiver at the sound waves of Zayn's heavy voice flowing through him

" 9pm, Why baby?" Harry questions hungry to have Zayn's tender lips on him once again.

"Just to see how much time we have for some more fun." The dark hair lad lies. That's all he had left...to lie to his abuser.