In the eyes of the Broken hearted & My heart in your Fingertips || ziam mpreg✔️

twenty || Caught

8 days later
11th of November, 2017
Saturday morning
10.02am
Malik Mansion

He could feel a pair of soft lips press against his skin as he lied on his stomach. His face was buried deeply into the sheets of his pillow as a trail of wet kisses was left on his spine, causing his body to shiver. His hands gripped at the sheets, his back arching a little and his legs spreading some more as soon as the older latter reached his ass.

The boy released a gasp when he felt a warm tongue swipe over his clenching hole, making his muscles tense a little at the feeling. He lifted his head and looked back at the brunette, swollen lips parted. He watched him, his pupils blown wide with lust.

A moan left him when the seventeen year old practically dug in, sucking at his rim. "Oh god," Zayn whimpered at the sudden pleasure, burying his face back into the soft pillows. He could feel his huge hands grip at his curved waist, pulling him closer for more before his tongue slipped between the boy's velvet walls.

Zayn slightly moved himself against the jocks tongue and reached one of his hands back to grip at his light curls, moaning in ecstasy. He's never felt this type of pleasure before in his life and he could honestly say that it felt amazing. The way he handled it so perfectly. It was overwhelming. The boy knew he wanted more.

"God, Liam." Zayn murmured into the fabric of the pillowcase, a soft whine coming from him when the brunette pulled away. His hole clenched again at the sudden loss, his body suddenly getting turned over so his back was pressed down on the mattress. The boy looked up at him with half lidded eyes, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he watched the older lad.

Liam was getting ready, pulling the condom over his thick length and using the lubricant to slick himself up. The boy grew impatient, his foot anxiously bouncing a little as he waited. Licking his lips, he wrapped a hand around his own member which was waiting to get touched, his tip already leaking with pre-cum.

It didn't take long until the brunette positioned himself and pushed his tip into the boy, a coaxed gasp leaving his lips. "Oh- oh..." his eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and his body rose from the bed.

"So tight," he heard Liam whisper huskily into his ear, the sixteen year old's hands gripping at his broad shoulders. The lad continued to push in until his length was completely inside, his hips starting to slowly rock back and forth.

"Mm, Leeyum," Zayn let his name roll from his tongue in a way that had Liam groan lowly at the sound, his fingers digging into the silky smooth sheets beside his tanned body. The lad looked down at the boy with a smirk playing on his lips, thrusting his hips forward in a slow but hard motion.

He leaned down and buried his face into crook of his neck, his teeth sinking into
Zayn's skin. "You're so beautiful, Zayn." Liam mumbled softly, grabbing one of Zayn's hand and linking their fingers. The boy bit down his bottom lip to hide his smile, moaning more as the lad picked up his pace.

"Fuck, I love–"

Zayn woke up with sweat lingering on his forehead, his heart beating a mile in his chest. He breathed heavily, eyes glued onto the ceiling of his bedroom. He couldn't believe he just had another sex dream about Liam. It's been happening for the past week now. Ever since he started to avoid the sexy jock, he's been dreaming about him in a way that he himself couldn't believe his thoughts could turn into such a pleasantly sinful path. But his dreams would mostly end when the time came of Liam wanting to say those three specific words. And to say it didn't piss him off would have to be an understatement.