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8: O rion's Belt

Zayn and Harry don't speak to each other for a few days. Zayn doesn't like how he doesn't know for sure what's running through Harry's mind, but he does know space is best and he chooses to give it to him. So that's why he's startled when his doorbell rings around lunch time only for him to open his front door to Harry in his scrubs.

"What are you doing here?" He asks. It's not supposed to come out so rude, but when it leaves his mouth, it does feel that way. "Sorry. Didn't mean for it to come out like that. I just mean it's a suprise that you're here."

"Yeah. Because there's no mail in my hand, huh."

Zayn steps back so he can come inside. "Can I help you with something?"

"I'm not satisfied."

Zayn frowns. "What are you not satisfied with?"

"My thoughts. We haven't talked in three days and we left off our conversation talking about you fucking her."

"Whoa. I never said I did that."

"You didn't have to. I know you did."

Zayn plays with his hands guiltily.

"And what? You showed up here during your lunch break just to tell me that?"

"No. I showed up here during my lunch break to do something about it."

"Like what?" He asks curiously.

"As long as I don't know what you do with her, it's easier to ignore. But this time I do know. She's still the last one to give you an orgasm and I can't stand it. That was supposed to be me."

"And what does you being here right now have to do with that?"

"I'm here to pick up where we left off. But this time, I'm going to finish what I started."

"Ah, so you're jealous." He teases.

Harry leans in to whisper in his ear. "I am."

He doesn't ask for permission but Zayn's already given him it by the way he watches him undo his belt without moving to stop him. Before long, Harry's got his hands in Zayn's pants and he's pulling his dick out and holding it with his hand.

Zayn moans. "The things you do aren't fair."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. And you know it."

Harry takes that as a compliment. Especially right now. Because that is really Zayn's way of admitting that even though he's still with Chanel, Harry does have some sort of authority over his body.

Zayn sees Harry bringing his hand up to his mouth and spit in the palm before putting it around him again. But he doesn't move. He just holds it there.

"Why aren't you moving?" Zayn questions.

"Remember the other day when I told you you're mine simply because you want to be?"

"Mhm."

"And you said 'I'm yours.' Remember that?"

"Uh huh."

"Say that again."

"That I'm yours?"

"Say it again."

"I'm yours."

"Good."

Then he starts to move. But it's so painfully slow that it's frustrating.

"I don't understand why you're torturing me."

"Remember the other day when I told you you're mine simply because you want to be?"