Secrets [Zarry]

Thin Ice

"Kind of don't want to move now." Harry mumbled, his cheek against Zayn's chest.

After catching his breath, Harry suggested they finish the joint.

This led to the two of them getting completely naked, now cuddled together under the blankets.

Harry lived off of the way their bodies fit together, and the way Zayn's skin felt against his own.

"Well you don't have to move much if you don't want." Zayn said softly, tracing patterns down Harry's bare back.

"Necrophiliac." Harry said quietly, making Zayn start to tickle his side.

"Stop, I take it back." Harry chuckled, trying to push his hand away.

"At least I'm not the one already tapping out." Zayn said, moving his hand away.

Harry shifted so he could look at him. "Who said I was tapping out? I was just taking a break, and you're really warm."

Zayn smiled a little at how pink Harry's eyes looked. "Okay."

"I mean it." Harry tried to say sternly, his wide grin not helping much.

Zayn chuckled at him, reaching to touch one of his dimples.

Harry immediately tried to lick his finger, making Zayn laugh and pull away.

"What is it with you and licking everything?"

"You act as if it bothers you." Harry scoffed with a knowing look.

"It does bother me." Zayn replied.

"Just....in the best possible way." He added in a softer tone.

Harry smiled, moving on top of him and pressing his tongue to Zayn's neck.

He slowly licked up to a certain spot just behind Zayn's ear, able to feel his reaction.

Zayn grabbed Harry's sides, sighing softly and gradually loosening his grip.

The temperature between them was rising quickly, the feeling being mutually enjoyed.

Harry loved it, beginning to cover Zayn's neck in wet kisses.

Zayn's breathing became heavy, his grip focused on Harry's hips now.

As their lips met Harry began to grind against him, both of them immediately starting to moan.

Several heated kisses later Zayn forced himself to stop so he could flip them over.

Harry pulled him back down, kissing him hard and letting his fingers tangle in Zayn's hair.

Zayn sank into the kisses, feeling Harry wrap his legs around his waist.

He didn't waste any time, grinding up against Zayn as soon as their bodies touched.

Zayn moaned into their kiss, eventually having to break it so he could breathe.

Harry bit his lower lip to keep from grinning, discreetly trying to catch his breath too.

His entire body was throbbing now, and he felt so suddenly energetic.

Eventually Zayn looked at him, watching him release his lower lip.

"Don't look at me like that." Zayn smiled.

"I'll look at you how I want." Harry said, touching Zayn's cheek.

He gently ran his thumb along Zayn's cheekbone, sighing. "How can I not look at you?"

"Fine. Just don't do it with those eyes." Zayn said, looking into them.