Manipulated (New and Imropved version of Manipulative)

5

(Listen to the song as you read the chapter, I wrote it to the song)

Harry smiled sweetly as the man questioned him, the older a eyes hungrily roaming across Harry's body.

Harry placed a hand on the dark haired mans chest and pushed him back just a few inches and he pushed off he wall so he was on his feet.

"Well that wouldn't have been any fun, now would it?" The young Harry asked letting his had glide down th mans broad chest.

Zayn cocked a brow his eyes following Harrys hand as they travelled down his body. "Fun is what you're seeking now?" Zayn Malik asked gripping the youngers hand just as it was moved to grip the mans private area.

Zayn pulled his hand back up and placed it on his lips kissing it gently "slow down, it wouldn't make sense to open the box and not play with the toys." He mumbled against his had and dropped his hand.

"Why are you playing hard to get love?" Zayn asked stepping forward, hoping to corner Harry once more.

Harry wasn't budging, he stood in place and shrugged "who is playing?" He asked letting his fingers glide down the mans chest agains. "It doesn't seem to frustrate you" harry dipped his finger in the collar of the mans shirt and pulled him closer. "Let me dance for you" he breathed as Six Feet Under by The Weeknd blared throughout the club.

Zayn smirked as the song began to start and he sat at the tables Harry was previously seated in. He rested his back on the table as he watched. His rings glistening form the flashin lights as he held the cup of brow alcohol to his lips. All the while keeping his eyes locked on Harry.

Harry started out slow simply moving his body to the beat of the music which began slowly. As the song progresses Harry's physical body became more apparent as he began to run his hands down his body, never letting his eyes leave Zayn Malik's dark hazel ones.

The combination of the lyrics and Harry's raunchy dancing, Zayn could feel himself beginning to get turned on by the boys actions.

'Ask around about her. She don't get emotional. Kill off all her feelings
That's why she ain't approachable
She know her pussy got a fan base
A couple guys with a suitcase. Suit and tie guys who play roleplay
When it comes to money she play no games'

Harry kept his eyes trained on Zayn as he let his hands rub all over his body, his head falling back as he grinded against the air.

Without a car in the world harry stuck a finger in his mouth, making it look more sexual than it ever should.

'She lick it up just like a candy. She them wanna leave they family'

The song was overwhelming for Zayn. It reminded him too much of the very boy in front of him sexually entertaining the man.

Without Zero cares in the world, Harry had dropped to his knees and climbed over so he was directly in front of Zayn, the alcohol in his veins having him buzzing as he stared up at the man through his lashes.

'She ain't got time for the lovin. Louis  Vouiton her husband, she'd rather in lusting'

The song continued to blare through the club as Harry made Zayn feel things he didn't think was possible, simply from watching a person dance.

'She don't give a fuck about nobody'

Harry moved his hands to Zayns knees and stood, grabbing Zayns hand and pulled him up to join him in dancing.