Don't Wake Me Up || Discontinued

Chapter Four - Reunited

[THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUALL SCENES READ WITH CAUTION; IF YOU DONT LIKE, DONT READ LOL.  ITS NOT IMPORTANT TO THE STORY, JUST SOME ENTERTAINMENT. tHE ONLY DETAIL IS ZAYN IS ON THE BUS - NOW ENJOY!]

I laid in bed next to Harry, breathing heavily. It's been a while since we were able to have sexx, and I was sure I was not the only one craving it. The rest of the boys know what goes on with us during tour and they don't mind, especially because of our situations. Since we really can't see each other except behind bushes and such, there's no ay sexx is possible.

Harry put his bare, tattooed arm under my head and pulled me closer. Rolling on to my stomach, I looked at him smiling face. It made me want to kiss him, so I did. Our lips met and it felt like the first time, although it wasn't. Not even close. I pulled away, but then got pulled back by strong hands around my waist. "No, no, no. . ." Harry said, licking my lips. He pushed me off of him, as he got up, his boxers hugging his b0ner. Ohhhhh. I dug through some drawers before coming back with his hands full. I automatically cat up against the bed post, knowing what was coming next.

Harry hand-cuffed my hands behind me, onto the bed. Then, he sat on my chest, gr!nding himself in front of me. I knew if I moved or m0aned, it'd be a glutton for punishment, so I kept quiet. . . no matter how bad I wanted him.

I felt myself growing harder and harder in my boxers, needing Harry to help me, but I knew I couldn't ask. He wanted to live a Tumblr fantasy, and that's okay. They were fun, sometimes. 

He got onto his knees and pulled his remaining clothes off, his pen!s flinging towards me face. I knew he could see the need in my face, and I saw it in his, too, but we both ignored it. He turned, causing his still-red arse to face me, as he pulled down my boxers with his teeth, grazing them against my body. He mumbled under his breath, then turned around after we were nakedd.

"69," he said quickly, looking into my eyes. We never tried that before, even if we had done 0ral. He was always the one to object, but now he was ready, I guess. "And you better m0an on me," he ordered, before turned around ones again and assuring we were both in a ready position.

His large hands squeezed my, and I felt his thumb slide across my head. I did the same to him with my tongue, causing him to m0an. All of the sudden, my whole length was in his mouth, getting bl0wn for real. My turn. I took him, and shoved it in my mouth.

The room filled with muffled m0ans and growls. Harry barked orders at me, which were barely audible. I felt myself getting close to an 0rgasm, and Harry must've too, because he stopped. He turned, pulling himself out of my mouth. he walked over to the dresser, holding himself, stroking the length. Harry picked up a silver key and set my hands free. I rubbed my wrists before my lips were attacked once again by Harry. His hips gr!nded hard into my cr0tch, forcing me to whimper into his mouth. I wanted him so bad. Finally, he took me into his hands again and went from base to tip, squeezing in all the right places. A wave of relief came over me as I released onto the bed, throwing my head back in pleasure.

He sat down and stared at me, his eyes pleading with me. I smirked and grabbed a sexx-toy off the dresser, covered it in lubee and shoved it up his arse with no warning. He screamed. Not long after was he riding out his high, both of us furiously sweating.

I laid down once again, my breathing still unstable. Harry put his head on my bare chest and sighed, probably proud of himself.

"Tumblr?" I asked. Harry nodded.

"Yup, been wanting to do that since we were at the bushes last."

"Was it as good as you thought?"

"Yea, except for the whole thing-up-my-arse part." he glared at me, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Oh, don't act like you totally hated it. Plus, hand-cuffs hurt!"

"I didn't, but it still hurt."

"I could've went in dry."

"I would've killed you."

"Ooooh, I'm scared," I taunted.

"You should be." He growled, and we both laughed.

"Of course, babe." There was a knock at the door, causing us to stop in our conversation. We pulled the blankets over us.

"Enter at your own risk!" I yelled. Harry just stayed put. The door opened and Zayn appeared, holding his white iPhone. He stared at the items on the bed with wide eyes.

"He warned you, mate," Harry said, pointing to me.

"Already? I would think you'd wait just a little bit." Zayn pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting or an answer.

"Harry wouldn't wait. We're deprived." I smiled at my comment. Zayn nodded, and looked around the room once more.

"I'll let you finish."

"Oh, we are." I turned back towards us, a surprised look on his face.

"Damn. Well, you have some cleaning to do. When you're done, come out here. We have to go over some stuff."

We both nodded at Zayn as he left, then slammed the door behind him. I crawled out of bed and started to put things away, joined by Harry. We cleaned ourselves - and the room - up, then went back with the rest of the boys.

[A/N: and that, is me writing smut. Please don't tell me how inappropriate or whatever this is, I clearly warned you.

Question: Who tops (puts it in)?

My answer: Louis.

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