Good Boy BoyxBoy (Zarry)

Good Boy Chapter 2 Part 1

Carrying a plate in each hand, Zayn walked over to the table, where his son was seated as he waited for his breakfast. Zayn placed the plates on the table and took a seat opposite his son. "No friends coming over this weekend, Tiger?" asked Zayn, picking up knife and fork and began to slice a piece of bacon. Niall shook his head as he chewed food in his mouth. "Harry wants to come though." said Niall, putting pieces of bacon and scrambled egg into his mouth. Interested, Zayn looked up from his dish. "He's been asking about you." Niall continued. Zayn raised his brow. "About me? Really, what did he say?" asked Zayn. "Like, how are you, and what'd you think if he wanted to come over again." Niall answered. "Oh? But you told him he can come if he wants, right?" Zayn asked, picking up his glass of orange juice. "Because you know I'd love that. Invite him over this weekend if he hasn't already got plans." Zayn said, setting the glass back down. Niall nodded. Niall did as he was told. He invited his mate over and spent the weekend with him, and like last time, Harry and Zayn fucked in the night after Niall had fallen asleep, and it had become usual eventually. On Saturday night, Harry sneaked out of Niall's room and went to Zayn's like always. He appeared at Zayn's bedroom door frame clad in pyjamas, holding a model car in each of his hands. He smiled when the adult opened the door. Zayn smiled back and stooped down to pick the boy up, held him in his arms and carried his lightweight body to his bed. "You're so light." Zayn commented before he put down the boy on the bed. Harry giggled. "Or maybe you're just super strong. Boys in my class can't carry me." said Harry after Zayn had joined him in the bed. "Are you a soldier, Daddy?" asked Harry, and Zayn shook his head. "No, Baby. 'M not." "A superhero?" Harry asked again, his eyes got wide with excitement, and Zayn chuckled. "Nah, unfortunately not." Zayn shook his head again, and Harry frowned. "Then what are you? What do you do? My dad was a teacher. He was boring. I don't like teachers. He always had to leave. Never got time for me." Harry said with his innocent tone and Zayn reached an arm to wrap around Harry's shoulder and ran his palm up and down the boy's upper arm. "Aw, Harry. I'm so sorry." he kissed the boy's temple. "I'm an architect and I work at home. My office is downstairs." Zayn said, moving his hand up and down the boy's arm still. "What does an architect do?" "Well, I draw buildings." Zayn decided that that would be the easiest way to explain to the 10-year-old. "Do you draw cars, too?" Harry asked, picking up his toys. "I can draw cars. Why? Do you like cars, Harry?" Harry nodded silently in response before he started dragging the toys around on the mattress. Zayn watched silently as the boy played with his toys. Within a minute, Harry was already in his own world and even forgot that Zayn was there with him. Racing the two cars, picking one up and dropping it on the other one and made an explosion sound, Harry moved around in the bed for good five minutes and the adorableness and innocent were all too much for Zayn to keep watching silently and not doing anything. Zayn shifted to the spot on the bed near the boy, wrapped an arm around his shoulder again and reached for Harry's hand, which was holding the toy. Zayn's large hand covered the boy's smaller one and took control, moving the car around like he was playing with the boy and Harry got really excited as Zayn did so. He giggled and kept playing with his toys with Zayn's hand on his. Zayn then leaned in to lightly press a kiss to the boy's cheek first, then his jawline, then down his neck, and came back up to whisper into his ear, "Time to put the toys away, Baby." Zayn pressed another light kiss to the boy's jawline. "Play with Daddy instead." Zayn whispered huskily, and Harry slowly put down his toys before he turned to Zayn in his arms and returned the kiss on the adult's lips, knowing kissing was always a good start. Zayn fell backwards, lying on his back, bringing the the boy with him and they kissed like lovers, hands running up and down each other's body. "You're a really good kisser, Harry." Zayn mumbled, and Harry smiled into the kiss before Zayn pulled away and started stripping down the boy, removing his shirt first. "Wanna change the position this time?" he asked as he removed the boy's pants, and Harry smiled brightly. Zayn let out a short hum before he sat up. "Can you get on all fours? You know, hands and knees?" Harry, naked, nodded slightly before he did and he was told, getting on all fours, his bum in front of Zayn. "Like this, Daddy?" the boy looked over his shoulder at Zayn, asking. Zayn nodded. "Yeah, Baby, like this." said Zayn, placing his hand on Harry's bum, caressing the soft skin before giving it a squeeze with his big palm, feeling his pants tightening as he did so. Zayn then got out of bed and started removing his clothes. "W- what are you going to do to me, Daddy?" Harry asked innocently as he waited for Zayn to strip down himself behind him, and Zayn felt his cock throbbed hard. "Oh, so many things we can do, Baby." Zayn said as he stepped out of his pants and climbed into bed, kneeling behind Harry. "Can you hand me the lube, Harry? It's in the drawer." Harry nodded and reached a hand into the drawer before picking up the small bottle of lube that he found and handed it to the adult. "Thanks, babe." Zayn took the bottle from the boy, uncapped it and squashed a large amount of liquid onto his palm before coating his fingers with the liquid. Circling around the boy's ring of muscle, wetting it before pushing a digit in, Zayn wasn't surprised at the wet tightness that welcomed him. "Always so tight for me, Harry." Zayn said and hummed in delight as he moving his finger inside Harry which caused the boy to let out a moan loud enough for both of them to hear. "Not too loud, Harry. Niall will hear us." Zayn said, and Harry pressed his lips together tightly as he felt the adult's finger working inside him and only hummed in his throat when Zayn added another finger. "Good boy." Zayn praised, scissoring his fingers before pulling them in and out and repeated until he was sure Harry was stretched enough. Zayn pulled his fingers out. Harry waited as Zayn coated his cock in lube, taking deep breathes, preparing for what to come next. Zayn rested his hands on either side of the boy's waist once he finished and lined himself at Harry's wet hole. As Zayn pushed in, Harry groaned loudly at the pain. Zayn stilled and quickly put his hand over the boy's mouth. "Shhh, quiet, Harry. I'm sorry. Just try not to make any noises." Harry nodded, and Zayn removed his hand before he started moving slowly and Harry was fine taking it until Zayn started speeding up and hit the boy's prostate. Harry began to moan again, and Zayn couldn't bring himself to shut to boy up this time because his noises were only making him even hornier and encouraged him to went in deeper and harder. So he did. Thrusting in deeper and harder, having Harry fisting the mattress beneath him and moaning loudly. Zayn reached around the cover the boy's mouth, pressing his palm against the boy's mouth harder this time, forcing his head back. "Fucking hell, Harry. Always so tight for Daddy." Zayn said as he carried on thrusting into the boy. He let his eyes fall shut as he felt his orgasm nearing, picking up his speed, before there was a knock on the door and he froze.