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

twenty || Let's stop before we're too deep in this mess

5 hours later
Thursday night
11.05pm
Mandarin Oriental
NYC, Manhattan, New York

The hotel suite was filled with Zayn's loud moaning as he bounced on Liam's large member, his fingernails digging into the man's smooth chest. His head was tilted back in pleasure and his swollen, red lips were parted, all kinds of sexual noises leaving him as he rode the brunette. His hips were rolling, meeting with Liam's hard thrusts. His body was withering and his back kept arching, the pleasure overwhelming him. He was really horny, especially after Liam sent him a provokative photo of him coming out of the shower earlier after he just got done eating dinner with his family.

When he finally said goodbye, he was making his way back to the city and toward the hotel. He didn't even think twice about it. All he knew was, that he wanted Liam. That was that. And his hormones were not helping him at all. So here he was, riding the older guy as if his life depended on it. And he wasn't doing a bad job if he could say so himself. Basically, the brunette was a complete mess underneath him.

His legs were slightly parted and bent as he forcefully thrusted into the younger guy's tight heat, his hands fisting at the silky smooth sheets beside his body. Sweat was already glistening on his skin and his bushy brows were creased as he concentrated on fucking zayn.

It was hot. Zayn enjoyed the view – as well as watching himself get fucked through the reflection of the large windows behind the bed. The dark haired beauty bit down his bottom lip and tilted his head to the side a little, his eyes fluttering close as soon as he felt the man's tip brush against his bundle of nerves. His toes curled and his knees pushed deeper into the mattress, a soft whimper escaping him.

"R- right there li." Zayn panted and kept moving, his moaning getting more high pitched each time Liam would hit his spot just right. His nails scratched at the man's chest, eyes rolling to the back of his head and heart thumping heavily against the cage of his ribs.

His back arched, causing him to push his chest out. He dropped his head, curls falling in front of his face. Liam brushed them back so he could have a better look at Zayn's face. He gripped his jaw, pulling him down so their faces were only a few centimeters apart.

The dark haired beauty stared into his eyes, his fingers digging deeper into his chest. "S- so good." He stammered with a choked moan, surprised when the brunette smashed their lips together.

He moaned against his lips, his body suddenly getting flipped onto his back and pinned against the soft mattress. He gasped, clenching around Liam's wide girth. He moved his arms and wrapped them around his neck, one of his hands gripping at the back of his head. He tugged him closer and deepened their kiss, slipping his tongue into the man's warm mouth.

Liam had quicken his pace, thrusting his entire length into the younger guy. Zayn groaned into the kiss before pulling away, throwing his head back in pure bliss. He was trying to hold his legs around the older guy's waist, but they were shaking too much to properly keep them up.

"Fuck, you're so tight" Liam grunted and buried his face into his neck, his teeth biting down in his warm flesh. His hands fisted at the sheets beside Zayn's body, listening to the pornographic sounds his new found lover was making underneath him. He loved it. He loved listening to Zayn moan his name as if he owned him.

"I'm close daddy." The dark haired latter moaned in ecstasy, his toes curling when the pit of his gut got the familiar warmth. His dick was already leaking with pre-cum which was dripping onto his bump, throbbing due to wanting to be touched so desperately. But he wanted to come untouched. He wanted to come only by Liam's dick plunging into him.

The entire evening he has been waiting ever since Liam texted him. And despite it seeming as if it was a cheap bootycall, he wasn't gonna let it go to waste. Quite frankly, he wasn't even feeling bad because it felt amazing.