Ten Years [Zourry]

Over and Over

A few days later, Louis was sitting at work actually working when Zayn called.

"Hello?"

"What're you wearing?"

Louis smiled, blushing at the sound of Zayn's voice. "An ugly suit with a tie that's too tight. You?"

Zayn chuckled. "Clavin Klein boxers."

"And?" Louis asked, writing something down.

"That's it. I just got out of the shower." Zayn said.

"Sounds hot." Louis said softly, imagining how Zayn looked.

"Yeah, got a lot done today in the studio with Liam." Zayn said.

"Good. I've been working my ass off and there's a knot in my back bigger than my head." Louis complained.

"Hey, I want to see you and Harry tonight. How about I come make dinner and have it ready when you're home? Then give you a massage? Take care of that knot?" Zayn suggested.

Louis frowned. "Is this Zayn Malik?"

"Shut up. Dinner and a massage will be waiting for you tonight, okay? Text Harry and tell him to get his lazy ass up so he can help me cook." Zayn said.

Louis smiled. "Will do."

"He's probably awake by now. No telling what he's up to though."

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"Fuck," Harry huffed, groaning as he tugged on his cock.

He was laying in bed on his back, not a single item of clothing on his body.

His bedsheets were bunched up around him and beneath him, his back slightly arched and his hips fighting to stay down.

This all started with a simple YouTube search, and this is how he ended up.

But nobody needed to know that.

"Daddy." Harry whispered to himself, pumping his hand faster.

His lips were beginning to swell from the way he'd been biting them, and there was an obvious blush across his cheeks and chest.

Harry whimpered, bucking his hips as he felt his orgasm approaching.

He was so close, but it was all slammed to a stand still when he heard knocking on the front door.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He complained, looking towards his bedroom door.

There was no way he could get up.

Well, technically he'd already gotten up.

He wasn't going anywhere until he got the release he so desperately needed.

He licked his lips, closing his eyes again and picking up where he left off.

Until he heard the front door being unlocked and opened.

Harry froze, his abdomen throbbing.

"Louis?" He called out, his voice a little raspy.

"It's Zayn. Didn't Louis text you? I came to make dinner!"

Harry frowned, not even sure where his phone was at the moment.

"Where are you?" Zayn called, sounding to be coming closer.

"Uh, nowhere!" Harry answered stupidly, scrambling to get under the covers.

"What?" Zayn chuckled, just outside his door now.