Can I Help You, Mr. Styles? (Zarry AU)

Ch. 17 - No Clothes On

A/N: long time no see, huh? sorry for the wait lmfao. writer's block is a
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Third Person P.O.V.

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"Oooh fuck," he said breathily as the boy below him whimpered softly while tightening his grip on the bed sheets.

"Harder," the boy was able to say, although he hardly looked like he could take it any harder. "Harder, I wanna feel you every time I sit down, or stand up, or walk, or do anything." He spoke insistently through gritted teeth.

Harry nodded and murmured an 'if you say so' and made sure he had a good grip on the boy's hips before he began pounding his hips into the boy, who started to scream.

The amount of pleasure that ravaged through his body was unimaginable until that moment. He'd never been with anyone who took his cock so well.

"Fuck, you're so tight, so good for me. You're my good boy, right Za--"

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When Harry stirred, he sighed contently, feeling hands run through his hair, fingertips caressing his scalp.

Was it a dream?

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking the sleep out of them. He could see the blurry outline of someone and could tell he was laying his head on someone's lap.

The more he blinked the more he could see that it was someone with black hair. Long black hair. And big Bambi eyes. And it was Zayn.

He was laying on Zayn's lap an--

Wait a minute. Harry's eyes shot open and he got up quickly and saw he had no clothes on besides his boxers.

"Oh no no no," he started to whisper to himself as he attempted to get off of the couch, falling and hurting his back on the coffee table. He groaned and used the coffee table as a crutch to get up.

Zayn's eyes widen and he gets up quickly, "What's wrong, what happened?" The boy asks confusedly.

"You-- y-you need to leave," Harry says, not looking the boy in the eye, before checking his windows and cursing before closing the blinds.

Zayn splutters, "What the hell are you talki--"

"Did anyone see you walk in here?" Harry asks hastily.

"No--I don't know actually. What's this abou--"

"God damn it, Zayn do you know what this could do to me?!"

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT--"

"How could you let me do that to you?! Jesus I won't be able to do anything! I'll have to move and I just got h--"

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Zayn finally yells over Harry's babbling. "What did you do that's so bad that you need to move?"

"Do I really need to answer that question Zayn? I don't care if you wanted it, I'm twenty something years old an you are a minor, I could do some serious time if someone gets wind of this."

"If someone gets wind of what?! I don't understand what's going on!"

"YOU LET ME FUCK YOU, ZAYN!"