Dear Justin { zustin two-shot }

part two

Just published another Zustin one-shot titled "Maniac" if you wanna read that. It's the top!Zayn one. ;)

I'm like one hundred percent sure this part is gonna get far more attention than the first. xD Alright, warnings first.

Warnings: Sexual content, (BDSM- Kink, Gagging, Bondage, Toys, After-Care) Language

Have funnnnn.

Red lipstick, all on the paper

Let me take a hit while you sit and rush

Go 'head, talk shit, it's all in the paper

Let me grab my dick while you sit on top

Do you right here while the whole world's watching

All up in my mental, gotta get up in my physical

Red Lipstick // Rihanna

Narrator

The living room was silent. But surprisingly enough, it was a comfortable kind of silent. The type that allowed one to breathe and gather their thoughts, not the one that suffocated them with the tension.

The two men had hugged in silence for a good five minutes, before Zayn offered Justin a beverage and he accepted it with a simple nod. Other than that the most communication they've made in the past hour were the very few amount of glances they'd spare each other. At first though, Zayn had gazed at Justin for quite some time, but noticing just how uneasy this made the lad, he looked away and tried his best to not stare at his former acquaintance and all his manly glory.

Zayn licked his lips as he leaned his head back just as Justin finally decided to look at him, planning to only see his previous state but the found that he couldn't look away just after that one simple action.

His eyes quickly began to trail down Zayn's body, remembering how it felt within his touch; rubbing against his own or his hands gliding across every curve and edge to admire the perfection that is Zayn. He hadn't changed much... or at all in fact. He only difference is that his hair has grown a little more and his facial features were now more defined, and he may or may not have gotten a little bit of muscle. Then there were the new tattoos scattered around his body and grew some stubble, and God it looked really good. So maybe he has changed a bit. Or maybe a lot.

"May I use the bathroom?" Justin asked suddenly finding that he really needed some time to himself at the moment.

Zayn nodded sending him a soft smile, "of course. You know your way around."

The older man got up as fast as he could, walking up the stairs and down the center hall before he stopped at the third door to the left. He walked in, slamming and locking the door behind him.

He didn't even need to pee or use the bathroom for any other purpose aside from needing space at the moment.

Justin came here, simply wanting a nice and calm conversation between him and Zayn. He only wanted to talk and maybe have a few drinks. But now that's he's actually here he wants far more than that. He wanted to ravish Zayn right there on his coffee table.

The thought was so tempting but he couldn't give in. Not now. Not after all the progress he's made. He knew coming here would be a bad idea, but it wouldn't be fair for him to not respond to Zayn's letter. And he's never been very good with letters. So this seemed like a great idea... at first.

Now he's here and he wants nothing more than to jump out the window and run away. But he can't just tell Zayn he wants to leave. That will crush him.