Three of Them (Zourry)

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Smut aheaaaaad

Louis' pov

"Geez. You horny bastard. Whatever, I'll do it. Do you wanna watch, Harry?" I replied. And I could see Zayn's face forming a smile. The bodyguards took this as the hint to leave us alone.

"Wha-uh, sure." Harry replied my invitation. Zayn laughed.

"I think we corrupted little Harry here." The black haired guy stated. Well, yeah, true. We definitely did. I thought he learned a lot more about sex and drugs in the last few day than in his entire life.

"You don't have to." Zayn said. Although I knew he wanted to. Oh, c'mon, who wouldn't want to watch me blowing Zayn? No one.

"I-I want to." Harry embarrassedly said. Both Zayn and I laughed. I ruffled his brown locks.

"Then you're free to." I said, kissing his cheek.

"You can even join. Louis doesn't mind sucking two dicks, does he?" Zayn winked at me. And, well, I didn't. That'd be my pleasure.

"What? No-no, I'm fine." He refused. I had to say, I was a little offended.

"Really? You can even fuck Louis." Zayn said tauntingly. Hey, Harry definitely could fuck me. But you, Zayn. Should not say that without consulting me. I saw some part of his eyes lighted up when Zayn said that. Hell, Harry. I offered you exactly that, like, hours ago.

"Come on. Imagine you fucking his ass-" I couldn't take his words anymore. So I silenced his mouth. With my mouth. He laughed at the kiss. And it was honestly adorable. Our lips melted into each other's.

The feeling was very familiar. Yeah, that was probably because we had done this thousands of times. But it was enjoyable. It was nice. I loved kisses. I loved Zayn's kisses.

As we pulled apart, we both could see Harry staring at us. A little awkwardly, but I could tell he was aroused. His cheeks were tainted red.

"Come here, princess." Zayn called Harry. Hey, he never called me princess! Not that I wanted him to. I didn't, and I wouldn't want him to, ever.

But Harry did came to us. Looking all shy and awkward.

"Oh, drop the act. We both have seen, and, sucked your dick." I said. Harry's face burned red. Zayn and I laughed at him. I pulled him closer to us. I kissed his red cheek.

"Well, Harry. Enjoy the show." I said as I let him go and crawled onto the bed. I raised up Zayn's hospital gown. No underwear? Bold indeed. I saw the bruises starting to get better.

"How's your balls, Z?" I asked, just to make sure. I didn't want his precious balls to be damaged. Yeah, I knew, I shouldn't have done that in the first place. But, well. It was done. And I was pretty sure Zayn's fine with it.

"Getting better. But seriously Lou, you told Eleanor to rub cream on my balls? What the fuck?" He complained. I chuckled. Eleanor.

"No. I told her to make the nurse do that,  I guess she wants to do it herself." I explained and laughed anyway.

"Wow, El. Don't expect that. And Louis, get to work, man." He ordered. And so I did. I took his flaccid penis, stroking it gently, trying to get him hard. As it got stiffer, I added some licks and pecks. Then it got very hard. And Zayn immediately took a hold of my hair, forcing his dick  inside my mouth. Good thing I was used to this.

As Zayn roughly shoved my head up and down his shaft, he probably realized Harry was just staring at us, with a stiff manhood behind the cover of his (my) skinny jeans.