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I exited out of Twitter with mentions and interactions still flowing in, as I began to walk towards the bathroom. It's been a really long day; and added to that, we still have to deal with Harry and Louis still receiving hate for coming out.
All I needed was to relax for a while. A hot shower would be nice. Or maybe a massage to get a few things off my mind for a while. Or maybe both? For now, I guess a hot shower would do.
I switched the light in the bathroom, as the incandescent and intensely bright light hit against my skin. I twisted the tap that started the shower as the room filled with steam. I pulled my shirt off, along with my pants and boxers, while I stepped into the shower.
I almost quietly moaned as the warm and burning water hit amongst my skin. I rummaged my fingers through my light hair, before rubbing water out of my eyes, as I calmly closed them and put my arms by my sides. I tried as hard as possible to simply relax, and force all the stress out of my mind, but I purely couldn't. I'm starting to think nothing could take this stress away, and I guess that's one of the cons I'd have to live with if I want to continue being in a world-famous boy band. Although, I'd like to cool off a bit of being the so-called 'Daddy Direction'. Oh well.
I looked through all the shampoos and conditioners Zayn mostly used and finally found mine. Before I could grab onto it, I felt two thin and feminine hands slide around my waist from behind. I almost freak out, until Zayn calms me down by saying, "Shh, it's alright, it's just me."
I grin to myself, his whisper causing me to feel the adrenaline of my heart, before Zayn began to kiss my neck. "Zayn, we don't have time for this." I turned around to meet his brown-hazel eyes, and was caught into his stare.
Zayn wrapped his arms around me, bringing his skinny body closer to mine, causing our skin to touch in almost all places. "We need to go in 40 minutes and we need to have time to get ready." I continued, seeming like it made no difference.
Zayn bit the lobe of my ear, before whispering, "And I only need 5." I felt his grin against my skin. I flicked his chin to get him to meet my eyes, as I went in for a kiss, until Zayn stopped me. I was about to ask why, but all I did was reveal confusion on my face, until a smug smile grew widely across Zayn's face.
I went in for another kiss, but he backed his face away again. "Come on, Zayn." I whispered desperately.
He bit his lip as they hovered around my own lips, causing his warm breath to hit against mine. His lips had finally attached to mine, as my fingers dug into the delicate skin of Zayn's back. He kissed down my jaw line, as I traced down from his chest to his glistening abs. Warm water from his hair as black as ebony escaped down my body, as he grabbed onto my cock, causing me to groan. I clutched onto both Zayn's shoulders as he pushed me against the shower wall, rubbing it gently. I began to moan louder while Zayn slowly made a trace of kisses from my neck down to my crotch. With his knees on the wet floor, his hands gripped tightly around the back of both my thighs, as he began to kiss the head of my cock. I dug my fingers into the top of Zayn's thick hair in pleasure, before he began to go faster and faster. I grunted and groaned very loudly; my leg began to slightly shake hitting against Zayn's shoulder. He slowly removed his mouth before he wrapped his index finger and thumb around it and very quickly rub it up and down. He positioned his face while doing so, as I came, watching white splatters cross Zayn's face.
Zayn stood on his feet, and with a little of my come still amongst his lips, he kissed me while digging his tongue into my mouth.
"Fuck... me..." he whispered, his lips now shimmering from the running water.
Instead of responding with words, I swiftly turned Zayn's fragile body around, and thrust inside of him without any form of hesitation. In seconds, I was pounding hard, slamming my body with Zayn's with animalistic rage, the sounds of our bodies slamming into each other was almost louder than the piercing noise of the water hitting the tiled shower floor. Zayn cries out in satisfaction, shaking wildly, as he shoves his ass down my thudding and throbbing cock. I grunt loudly, almost sounding like an agonizing scream. I teasingly pull out, before I throb right back in. My plan was to get Zayn to scream in pleasure, but resulting in the both of us yelling vacillating strident sounds. Zayn could feel me grow inside of him, as did I. I brought my hand down to Zayn's dick, rubbing the head of it before exploring my fingers around all of it.
He began to yell out my name in striving delight, before I bleakly pulled out, causing Zayn to grunt. I saw the top of Zayn's back rise up and down as he breathed and panted heavily.
Zayn turned around and dug his fingers into my wet hair, his nose alongside of mine, and his lips hovering wide open in front of mine, begging for entrance. "Damn, I fucking love you." He whispered. I didn't respond. I was too caught into his ever-so-pink and radiant wet lips that lingered mine. "And you're so fucking big." He groaned. I smirked, biting my lip. In my own way, I worship Zayn's body. I love the lingering touching we have, the way he holds me and the way I hold him, and how our bodies fit perfectly together. The way he makes me feel like the utmost special person existing in his life and even in the world. He's the one who was able to remove any stress I'd felt, when I've given up on the possibility of that at all. And that was all I could think about, as I lost myself in Zayn's gaze.
