Can you love me now, Zayn?

Chapter 16

Naked.

Straddling Zayn, Harry bent at the waist and moved forward to kiss him on the lips.

Zayn reached up with both hands and held Harry's long hair out of the way so they could kiss properly. Tongues explored one another for a moment before Harry moved his lips away from Zayn's mouth and kissed his neck, then his shoulder.

"Nice", said Zayn, grinning at Harry's soft touches. "You're getting pretty good at this".

"Shhh", said Harry, playfully, "I'm working here, don't interrupt, it's rude".

Zayn threw his head back into the pillow and laughed. "Yes, sir".

Scooching down further, Harry licked Zayn's nipples then sucked on them, hard, drawing the pointy tips in between his teeth.

Zayn suddenly wasn't laughing any more as he moaned, inhaling sharply. "Oh, Jesus", he said, the pace of his breathing beginning to rise slightly.

Harry reached up and flicked Zayn's nipple with his finger, then did it again with the other one.

Zayn drew in a breath between his teeth, arching his back at the slight twinge of pain, but enjoying it. Harry very rarely initiated their sexual activity, and even more rarely took control, so Zayn was enjoying not knowing what might happen next, enjoying watching Harry do whatever he chose to do to Zayn's body, enjoying the slight glint in Harry's eyes when he got a welcome reaction from Zayn.

Zayn smiled at Harry, who smiled right back. The tables had turned a bit, and they were both appreciating the moment.

Harry lowered his head again, his long hair spreading over Zayn's chest as he began to tongue his way down to Zayn's stomach before he stopped there. Planting soft kisses all over, making Zayn giggle with the feeling of it, Harry's soft angel-like hair was tickling his tummy, only adding to the sensation.

Zayn breathed in deeply as he watched Harry's hair spread over his entire mid-section. Zayn's head was propped up on two pillows, angled just enough he could watch Harry, which was good because from that angle he could also see Harry's body stretched out behind him. The curve of his soft love-handles and the swelling of the world's most perfect ass made him smile.

At first, Zayn smiled because Harry was so goddamn beautiful, then he smiled because he realized Harry was HIS. "Mine", he said aloud, "Mine, mine, mine", he repeated, finding it hard to even believe himself. How could someone so wonderful be on top of him, loving him this way? Zayn didn't know what he'd ever done to deserve it, but the thought vanished quickly from his mind – when all thoughts vanished from his mind – as Harry took Zayn's dick into his mouth.

"Oh, shit", said Zayn, watching Harry's mouth move over the tip. He had to angle his head slightly so he could see better, as Harry's hair was partially blocking the view, along with tickling his balls. "Oh, Jesus Christ", said Zayn, his breath quickening, his dick hardening, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head. "Fucking hell", he said.

Lifting his head up, Harry sat back on his haunches as he looked at Zayn with a teasing, evil, bratty pout, "I can stop if you want", he said, his lips curving into a fake pout.

"I will fucking kill you", laughed Zayn.

"So do you want me to stop? Or do you NOT want me to stop?" Harry teased. "Threatening to kill me isn't really an answer", he said, his eyes gleaming in the dimly lit room.

"You fucker", said Zayn, laughing even harder. "DO NOT STOP", he said.

"Was that an order? Because I don't think I heard you say please", said Harry, grinning evilly.