Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 26- XXX

Warning. This chapter is almost all smut. It is boyxboy and if you don't like it or aren't comfortable you don't have to read it. 

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Zayn's POV:

I wave the girls off after kissing them each once more and hugging Ms. P. I watch them walk down the hall and then turn towards Harry.

I close the door behind me and lock it before walking towards him.

He smiles as place my hands on his hips and tug him towards me.

I press my lips against his for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I love you so fucking much." I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again.

His lips dance with mine and I can't help but smile into the kiss as his arms find their way around my neck. I gently bite his bottom lip and he gasps lightly, allowing me to slip my tongue in.

My grip on his hips tightens as our mouths collide and tongues dance together. I can feel a not so small bulge rising in my jeans and curse the idea of wearing my skinny jeans today.

I bite down a little rougher on his bottom lip and draw it out, surprised at the breathy moan he releases. 

"Harry..." I breathe as I tug our hips flush against each other and start to kiss his jawline.

"I love you." He answers, tilting his head back as I make my way down his neck. I suck lightly at the skin and watch as goosebumps paint his skin.

I pull back and look into those green eyes that I cherish so much. His cheeks are tainted pink and his lips are parted and starting to redden.

I want him so much.

I weave one hand through his hair and pull his lips back to mine. I begin nipping at his lips every time we pause for breath and his breathe shakes.

My own breathing hitches as he takes a hand and begins to slide it down my stomach, stopping when it rested just above my jeans.

I hastily pull his shirt over his head and toss it across the room, leading him over to the couch. I tug him down on top of my lap and once again start kissing down his neck, mouthing over his sweet spot while biting my lip to hold back a moan as he shifts, rubbing against the bulge in my now way too tight jeans.

"Z-Zayn.." He breathes, pulling away slightly.

"Yeah?" I echo his tone as I slide my hands around to the small of his back.

"I-I'm ready... if you want to... you know." He stammers, his cheeks turning red.

Oh God I want to.

"You positive?" I ask, making sure I'm not pressuring him.

Harry grabs the back of my neck and tugs me forward, kissing my lips with a roughness I've never seen from him. 

"Zayn, I want you." He whispers.

That's all he needs to say.

I instantly press my lips against his while my hand slides down to grip his butt. I can feel him press down against me and I suppress a groan at the friction.

I tug my own shirt off and give him a few seconds to breathe while letting my eyes wander down his chest and over his tattoos.

Which reminds me, I have to start working again soon..

Now is not the time for that.

I focus all my attention on the crazily attractive boy on my lap. Watching as he bit his lip before leaning down and kissing down the side of my face.