Double Standards // ziam

Epilogue

Tiny colorful and glimmering lights twinkled on the giant Christmas tree in the immense sunken living room of non-other than a famous and a very rich industrialist. Stretched out on the carpet, in front of the hearth with pillows scattered around them, Liam held his sleeping husband that was laid on top of him, his head resting on his shoulder, hand outstretched over his strong chest. He watched him sleeping peacefully, the light of the tree dancing on his beautiful skin, giving him a colorful aura. He looked so angelic, with his full pink lips and his amazingly long eyelashes that casted shadows over his slightly pink cheeks. Liam was still not over the fact, that this amazing man was his husband; yes they had been married for three days. Three days that had passed like a blink of an eye. Liam could not remember a time in his life where he had been happier.

Zayn stirred in his sleep, snuggling closer as if trying to burry himself in him for more warmth. Liam carefully drew the soft cashmere blanket up around his shoulders. Worshipfully and softly, he caressed his cheek, afraid that his touch will tarnish this beauty. Zayn had brought joy to his previously stressful and meaningless life. He was so precious to him. Zayn thought he was beautiful. He knew that was probably true, because whenever Zayn looked at him with all that killing fondness in his eyes, he felt beautiful.

In some part of his huge house a clock was ticking announcing midnight, the whole sound resonated in the place. Zayn's lashes slowly flickered open, he was somehow mouthing at his shoulder when he looked in his eyes. Liam looked back and lost himself in his beautiful amber globes and whispered: "It's Christmas, babe."

Zayn smiled up at him, and sighed contently, gently stroking his bare chest in circles that made his muscles twitch. He certainly didn't expect what was his husband going to say next, and the answer made his throat tighten, overwhelmed.

"No," he said softly in his sultry voice, "Christmas came three days ago."

Liam held his breath for half a minute, gently stroking Zayn's back, lips brushing on his forehead. He was in the mood to tease a little. He theatrically gasped making Zayn look at him with big surprised eyes. Liam wanted to kiss him so much until they both were breathless.

"Where's my Christmas gift Zee?" he asked with a husky seductive voice that made Zayn shiver slightly when his breath reached his ear.

Zayn chuckled lightly smacking his hand down his chest.

"After today you still want a Christmas gift, man you are insatiable."

"Hmm, nothing wrong with that! Have you looked at you? How can I even contain my urges when you're around baby?" He whispered peppering Zayn's face with tiny little kisses and pecks that made him squirm in his arms and giggle.

He held Zayn up, until he was positioned straightly on top of him, and cradled his face in his hands, caressing gently his jaw with his thumb. Zayn knew he was going to kiss him, because he didn't wait for it, he slowly closed his eyes, his lips opening on his, gliding smoothly, until the fit on his, and he took over immediately, licking to taste, plunging to caress and explore. Zayn's hands were resting on his shoulders in a painful grip, but he liked it, he was not going to complain, when he felt Zayn grinding on him desperately and moaning in his mouth wantonly. Their shafts rubbed together and they both groaned from the delightful friction. His hand slithered down Zayn's spine until it reached the swell of his ass, gripping one of his cheeks to pin him closer to his crotch. Zayn moaned beautifully and Liam wanted to give him more, he wanted to extract a symphony out of him before they were done. He wanted to take it so slow this time, so slow that Zayn would be begging for it and Liam would just give him anything he asked for, wouldn't he?

His fingers moved to dip through his crack and Zayn moans turned up a pitch. He gently rubbed a finger over his rim, slowly and gently circling it, just touching lightly while Zayn's mouth went slack and he stifled his whine by sucking avidly on his neck. This went on for a while, and Liam was just content with this. Until Zayn's whine turned into a chant begging for him to just put his fingers in.