1D and Zayn Smut

Harry

It was a particularly long day.
A full day of interviews, recording, and to top it all off, a concert at the end of the day. It wasn't that Harry didn't like meeting the fans or performing. If his girlfriend hadn't been sending him particularly sexual texts all day, causing him to have to hide a very obvious bulge in his pants, he probably would've been fine. The sexual tension that had built over the distances between him and his girlfriend during the tour was immense, and Harry desperately needed to relieve it.
So here he was, lying in the darkness of his hotel room, with his hands holding his phone and a bulge in his boxers.
'I missed you today. A lot.' he typed quickly and sent the message to his girlfriend. The reason he was hard all day. The phone vibrated after a couple seconds, notifying him that she had texted back.
'Hey baby.'
Harry's cock twitched in his boxers as he wrote his reply, 'I'm so hard for you. Have been all day.'
'I know, that was my intentions ;)' she replied shortly after.
Harry's breath was becoming more heavy as he snaked his hand down passed the waistband of his boxers so he could take his length in his hand. He began lazily stroking himself as he typed his reply.
'do you mind if I get myself off thinking about fucking you hard into the bed?'
He had always been very forward about what he wanted, especially when he was horny. He groaned softly as his cock hardened further at the thought.
'It depends, do you mind if I touch myself to the thought of you fucking me hard into the bed?'
Harry let out a throaty chuckle, one hand still teasingly stroking his cock, twisting his hand at the top around the head. He let out a slow, quiet moan as he slightly picked up speed.
'Fuck, y/n, I wish you were here, I would be eating you out right now. Would you like that? My tongue in your pussy?' He waited a few moments for a reply, until his phone vibrated in his hand again.
"Mmm, you know I love that :)'
Harry groaned, louder than he had intended, and bucked into his hand, fucking his fist.
'Shit, I want to fuck you so hard' he replied with one hand. His body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the only sounds in the room were the slight noises from Harry fucking into his fist and his rapid, heavy breathing. He imagined being with y/n. Feeling her tight, wet heat around his large cock, as he pounded her into the bed, leaving her screaming his name.
Harry gave his cock a few more quick tugs before he was coming all over himself, white spurts of come hitting his chest as a string of profanities fell from his lips. His body trembled as he stroked himself through his orgasm, making it all more powerful. He was paralyzed by the pleasure that shot through his body, up and down his spine, until it finally died down.
He sunk into the bed, panting slightly and he picked up his phone again, squinting at the bright screen in front of his face.
'Just came all over myself because of you. You're gonna have to pay for that when I get home, you know.' he texted with a sly grin on his face.
While he waited for a reply, he got up and padded across the floor to the bathroom where we washed himself off, wiping the sticky white come from his chest and stomach. He then returned to his bed and checked his phone, reading the new message received from y/n.
'Looking forward to it, baby.'