Good Boy BoyxBoy (Zarry)

Good Boy Chapter 1 Part 2

"You think so? Well, my baby Nialler is confused, Harry. I know that my son is gay, because I am and I'm not scared to admit it. The thing is, Niall's scared. He won't admit that he's gay, Harry." Zayn explained. "I'm telling you this because I want you to be there for him when he's ready and come out to everyone, because it's gonna be hard for him. And you're his best mate. When he's older, he's going to trust his mate more than his dad, understand?" Zayn asked and Harry just nodded. "Good." Zayn cleared his throat. "Now, Harry, do you think I'm hot?" Zayn asked, pointing a finger to his chest. Harry's eyes grew big. He was sure he heard the question correctly, he didn't need to ask Zayn to repeat it but he paused think of the most appropriate way to reply, he couldn't think of one. "I, uh, I do, Zayn." Harry replied shyly. A smile plastered on the older man's face. "Have you ever been touched by anyone before?" Zayn asked, feeling like a perverted, which he was sure in this moment he was, but he didn't care. Harry was charming and he wanted the boy so bad. And for some reason, Zayn knew the boy wanted that something, which the boy didn't know what but Zayn sure did, as much as he did. He was sure when he caught a glimpse in the boy's eyes. "N- no." Harry shook his head slightly. Zayn took a step closer to the boy, reaching out a hand to touch his face and caressed Harry's soft cheek gently, eyes never left the boy's green ones. "Niall told me you live with your mom and sister. Is that right, Harry?" Zayn softened his voice as he got closer to the boy. His words came out almost as whisper. "Y- yes, d- dad and mom divorced and he left." Harry softened his voice, too. "Aw, Harry, from now on you call me 'daddy' when we're alone, okay? I'll take care of you, little Harry." Zayn caressed Harry's jawline with his thumb gently, sending thrill down Harry's spine. The boy liked it. "O- okay, daddy." He said, smiling a little, shy at first. When he saw that Zayn was smiling back at him because he was pleased with the nickname, Harry then smiled wider. "Do you wanna move this to my bedroom, Harry?" Zayn asked, and Harry knew what it meant. He was only 10 years old, a year younger than Niall, but he knew what sex was. He had seen in movies and heard about it from kids at school, although he didn't know how to do it, he assumed Zayn was going to show him that night. He nodded his head slightly before he was lifted by two strong arms of Zayn. Harry threw his arms around Zayn's neck and wrapped his legs around Zayn's waist so Zayn could carry him easily by just holding his bum, and Harry was carried to the big bedroom. Once they were in the room, Zayn lied Harry on his back gently and climbed on top of the boy, hovering his small body and braced himself with his hands on either side of the boy's torso. "Is this more comfortable than Niall's bed, Harry?" Zayn asked once his face met Harry's. "I- it is, daddy." Zayn's cock twitched in his pants at the nickname and he smiled. He loved this boy already. "You can sleep here tonight, Harry." Zayn said, ghosting his lips over Harry's neck. Harry giggled at the sensation. "That tickles." Harry said between giggles and Zayn chuckled before removing his lips from the boy's skin. "You like it." Zayn looked at the boy, smiled at him before moving his lips to the boy's ear, getting impatient. "Now, Harry, be a good boy for Daddy, will you, Baby?" Zayn whispered, voice low. Harry only nodded, and Zayn smirked, before leaning down to kiss the boy gently at first. Harry tried to kiss back. He didn't really know how to kiss someone, but he wasn't bad at it thinking as it was his first time and he was really young. Zayn enjoyed the softness of the lips and tongue of the boy on his. The feeling was new and exciting for both of them. Zayn then tongue-fucked the boy's mouth, making the boy whimper. Zayn smiled before rising up to reach his hand into the nightstand's drawer. When Zayn drew his hand back, Harry eyed the small bottle in his hand questioningly. "What's that, Daddy?" He asked and watched Zayn uncapped the bottle and poured small amount of blue clear liquid onto his hand before slicking two of his fingers up with it. "This will make it easier for you to enjoy this." Zayn explained as he moved to sit between the boy's legs. "Take off your pants, Harry." Harry quickly took his pants off and kicked them to the side of the bed. Zayn slipped his thumbs under the elastic band of his own pants on either side of his hips before pushing them down, revealing his dark, throbbing member. Harry's eyes grew big at the size of it. "Now spread your legs." Zayn commanded. Harry quickly did so, his eyes never left Zayn's cock. "Good boy." Zayn smiled at the boy before moving closer to the boy's crotch. "Now baby, I'm going to stretch you open so you will be able to take most of me later. It's going to hurt a little because it's your first time but Daddy will try not to hurt you." "H- hurt?" Harry asked, eyes big and full of fear now. "It's going to feel good later, Baby. Trust me. Do you trust Daddy, Baby?" Zayn caressed Harry's thigh with one hand to calm him down. "I trust you, Daddy." "Good, now spread your legs wider. My finger is going in." After Harry had spread his legs wider, he felt the tip of Zayn's wet finger entering him before it was pushed further more. The boy fisted his hands. "Ow, ow, D- Daddy..." Harry cried out and Zayn stopped pushing. Only almost an inched was entered. "Does it hurt, Harry?" "A- a little, Daddy," "Aw, I'm sorry, Baby. Let me push in a little deeper. It's going to feel good, Harry." And Zayn did, and Harry cried out again, but Zayn ignored his cries and kept pushing in until his whole finger disappeared inside the boy. When he felt the tip of his finger brushed against something, he smiled to himself and bent his finger, drawing out another cry from Harry, but Harry sounded less painful this time.