The so called Routine

part 4

Harry took his hand and guided him to their room, almost running through the halls. When they get into the room Harry doesn´t waste any more time and pushes Zayn to the door, kissing him soundly, grinding their hips together, muttering ¨I want you so bad, babe¨ on his lips, he breaks their lips apart just to lift his t-shirt up and takes it from his body and immediately his lips returns to Zayn´s wanting ones, then makes his way down again, as he sucks another hick at Zayn´s collarbone his hands started to move down, when he reach his trousers waist band introduced a finger just to separate it from his boyfriend body, little moans coming from the boy in front of him, and it´s music to Harry´s ears, so he get on his knees and kiss above the waist band, bringing it a little down and then kissing his hipbones, his boyfriend´s hand fisting his hair but not pushing him, he then smiles up at him and pushed his trousers down along with his boxers, Zayn´s cock bouncing free to stay tall and proud already leaking precome, Harry gets a hold on it separating it from Zayn´s stomach, where he starts to kiss an then licked the wet spot his cock has left.

¨God, Harry…¨ Zayn whispers as his curly haired boyfriend starts delivering kisses along the length of his dick, and when he got to the head he started giving it kittens licks, and then a slow lick to the slit, and Zayn tries to look at him, but it doesn´t matter how many times he has had Harry doing this to him, the pleasure was unbearable so he can´t keep his eyes open, and then he felt Harry´s mouth on him, hovering the head, and then starting to get down, tongue flat and mouth wide open taking in as much as he can, and when Zayn feels Harry´s nose touching his skin he lets out a curse and drop his head back. Harry sucks him earnestly, going all the way down, hollowing his cheeks, and moaning like it is the most amazing thing. ¨Harry, babe, I’m… I’m gonna cum… c’me here” and it takes all his willpower but he took Harry’s mouth from him to brings him back up on his feet, and then pushing him on the bed.

“I really didn’t want to cum before fucking you baby” Zayn says as he kisses Harry’s neck, then moved down and take one tea colored nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard, knowing how sensitive Harry is and how much he likes it, and his green eyed boy didn’t disappointed him, moaning really loud like it is really important for Zayn to hear how much he is liking it. He separated his mouth from his lover’s body just the time that took him to open the nightstand drawer to take the lube out, and then gives him a one last kiss on the mouth before setting himself between Harry’s legs pulling them up under the knees and pushing them wider, after covering his fingers in lube, he guides a hand to Harry’s cock and he strokes down his length a little before moving his hand down to his balls, the under them, he teases Harry moving a finger around his ass, and then he get one finger in, moving it in and out at a slowly teasing pace, and let Harry get comfortable with it before adding two more fingers, and it was difficult to Zayn to keep him from fucking Harry merciless because he becomes desperate and begs for it “please Zayn” he would say moving his hip forward, and at this time he was fucking himself on Zayn’s fingers, and it all was too much  “please baby, I need you! Get in me Zayn! I want to feel you, I need to feel you cumming inside of me, making me feel you for weeks..” and Harry has a sinful mouth on him, but not that Zayn complains, so he does just that.

Loud moans, wet sounds, and skin slapping again skin fills the room as the two lovers get to a faster pace, Zayn lift Harry up by the hips so he can fuck in even deeper and hit at his prostate on a different angle, and Harry´s moans get even louder, and that is something Zayn loves about Harry, how vocal he is, how loud he would makes Zayn know how much he is liking it, and after some more fast and hard thrust Harry comes, getting white ropes all over his stomach, his untouched cock trembling as he releases, and with the sight of it Zayn releases deep inside him, arching his back and pushing in deeper, then thrusting a little more before collapsing over Harry’s body.

After some more minutes they were on each other’s arms, Harry resting his head on Zayn’s chest, as he raven haired boyfriend run his fingers up and down his back, and it was just so familiar, this was part of their routine, and there’s not a thing that they would change. 

“I love you” was the last thing Harry hears before falling asleep.

The morning after Harry wakes up with the feel of something missing, and as his mind starts to focus he started to acknowledge the missing weight next to him, the not presence of two arms encircling his waist and lips on the back of his neck, so as his mind starts to focus he opened his eyes, and the missing person next to him was just sitting by the end of the bed, back facing him, and shoulders looking tense… Harry sits up and that alerts Zayn, who turns around to face him, a nervous expression on his face, a frown on his forehead, shoulders still not relaxing, and something inside Harry started to freak out. And then Zayn gets up, not breaking the eye contact and just stands there looking at him.

“Zayn…? It’s everything ok? You’re starting to scared me, babe...” Harry says, his heart beating faster and faster. Zayn still doesn’t answer, and then, so suddenly, he makes his way to the bed and after a second of hesitation he was kneeling right next to the bed, in front of Harry and looking up at him, getting out of his pocket what seems like a jewelry box, he opens it revealing a simple yet beautiful silver ring.

“I know that maybe it isn’t the way you’ve dreamed it to be, it may be even a little lame, nothing big and fancy like what you deserve, but it’s me, and at our 5th aniversary, I wanted this to be just you and me, in our world, in our home, like it always is, because, I love you Harry, more than I’ve ever loved someone, more than I would never love someone, I love all of this, our life together, and I swear there’s not a thing that I would change, well maybe it is… Your last name… Would you like to become Harry Styles Malik?” And maybe it is the exact same thing Harry would loves to change.

“Yes! Fucking yes!” Harry shouts before tackling Zayn to the floor, and maybe it hurts a little but they can’t care less, and Harry looks at him with those wide green eyes tearing up, with the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face, dimples pressing hard on his cheeks, and then he is kissing Zayn, and covering his face with kisses all over it, repeating “I love you! I love you so damn much!” And it is prove enough that it is the best thing he had ever done.