Turning Page (Zarry AU)

Chapter 7 - A Future

If you're uncomfortable reading sexual stuff, start reading after '***'

The click of the door to Harry’s apartment is like a button that slows everything down. It’s dark, Harry’s outline visible, shoulders moving up and down rapidly. Zayn feels like he’s stuck in a dream, with everything right at his fingertips, but all he has to do is reach out and touch and that confirms that this is in fact very real. Them pulling desperately at each other’s clothes and feet trying to blindly find their way to the bedroom, lips glued to each other. Zayn has never felt like this, as if he could fall apart with just one touch and be put back together by the same, the need for it overpowering.

Eventually they make it to the bedroom, dressed down to their jeans and chests pressed together tightly. Zayn gives Harry a nudge and watches as he promptly sits down on the bed, looking up at him through his lashes. He can feel the blood pulse in his veins, feels it rushing down to the hardening bulge in his jeans and suddenly he doesn’t know what to do. There’s so much he wants to do to Harry, but the decision is made for him when Harry tugs him forward by his belt so he’s standing in between his knees, crotch in front of Harry’s face. Zayn’s breath hitches when Harry noses around the outline, slowly unclasping his belt and popping open the button before dragging down the zipper. He bites on his bottom lip and shivers when he feels his pants being dragged down roughly, cold air hitting him.

Zayn presses his hand against Harry’s cheek, thumb brushing his bottom lip. He can feel his harsh breathing, sees the want in his eyes and he’s sure he looks the same: utterly blown away. Harry tentatively leans forward, licks a stripe up his dick before slowly taking it in his mouth. Zayn still has his hand on Harry’s face and moves the other one in his hair, hissing when he can feel the pull in his gut and a spike of pleasure as Harry takes him deeper still. The air feels thick around them, almost like static. Zayn groans and pulls at Harry’s hair when he can feel his muscles start to spasm, bending down to lick into his mouth and press him down into the mattress, their sweaty chests sticking together.

‘’Zee,’’ Harry whines, mouth dragging across his collarbones and biting down when Zayn cups Harry’s bulge, quickly working open his jeans to pull out his cock, spreading the bead of pre-come and slowly tugging at it. Zayn is pleased with the moans he receives, chuckles at the whine he gets instead when he moves away. But he has to remove Harry’s jeans and step out of his own, and when he’s done with that just takes a moment to look down at Harry, on the bed. He looks flushed, chest red and glistening with sweat, hair pooling around his head and tongue flicking out to lick his plump lips. For a moment Zayn can feel his knees tremble and he’s afraid he’s going to fall, through the ground and into the deepest pits of hell because he surely didn’t do anything to deserve this, yet Harry’s still here. Lying on the bed, completely trusting and open and waiting for him and fuck – he’s sure he must have made a deal with the devil and forgotten about it.

‘’Top drawer,’’ Harry croaks, and the movement catches Zayn’s attention. He’s moved up the bed, his head landing on the pillow and eyes trained on Zayn. So he follows the instructions, stumbling across a bottle of lube and some condoms. Swallowing, he takes them and gingerly moves back onto the bed to nestle himself between Harry’s slender legs, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. It suddenly feels much more intimate, like his mind just woke up and he’s suddenly very aware of what’s about to happen. But he still wants it. Wants it so bad.

‘’Hey, ‘s ok,’’ Harry whispers, tugging Zayn down by his neck to bite at his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it to move down to his neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. Zayn shudders and grabs the lube, covering his fingers and trying to somewhat warm it. He looks down into Harry’s sure eyes when he starts to guide his fingers down, circling one around his hole before slipping it in. He presses their mouths together, tries to kiss away the discomfort, distracts himself with the slide of their tongues and the growing heat that’s his desire.

When he’s up to three fingers, Harry’s bearing down on them and panting heavily into Zayn’s mouth. 

‘’Fuck, just – Zayn,’’ he moans, hands reaching out to snatch the condom off the bed. Zayn lets his fingers slip out and sits back on his knees, letting Harry slowly roll the condom down onto his dick because his own hands are shaking, applying a generous amount of lube afterwards. When he lowers himself again, Harry’s legs wrap around him. Zayn feels caged in the best way possible, which only intensifies when he slowly guides himself into Harry, moaning at the hot tightness.

‘’Haz-‘’

‘’Just move,’’ Harry interrupts him, wrapping his arms around Zayn and pulling him closer. Zayn feels like he might disappear, fall into Harry and out of existence. He snaps his hips forward and moans, because it’s all he can do anymore. It feels like he’s blacked out, the only thing driving him are Harry’s low moans and the building heat around him, inside him. He’s fucked before, but this is different, so different. Zayn isn’t even embarrassed by the sounds he makes, the sounds they make together – skin loudly slapping against each other and bed creaking in protest.

He grabs onto the headboard for leverage, looks down at Harry; at the long expanse of his neck and his glistening skin, the dark flush and closed eyes. There’s a transition in his features and when Zayn sees it he knows he’s close, so he adjusts the angle, which allows him to stroke Harry’s dick and fuck into him with rapid speed at the same time.

‘’Oh!’’ Harry gasps and arches his back, promptly releasing onto his stomach. Zayn fucks him through it before he allows himself to let go, almost sobbing when his muscles spasm and his orgasm hits him. He takes a deep breath, smells Harry and sweat and something heady. Carefully, he slips out of Harry and allows himself to roll onto his back next to him on the bed, looking up at the ceiling with a smile.

The bed creaks again when Harry moves off it, disappearing into another room and emerging with a wet washcloth, cleaning them both off and discarding the condom. When he’s back in bed he cuddles up to Zayn, nosing at his jaw and yawning loudly. The sheets feel soft against his skin and the last thing Zayn can remember before he falls asleep is kissing Harry tenderly and wondering if he could dream about the smile he can feel against his lips.

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Zayn wakes up not to the feeling of Harry pressed against him, which worries him, so he sits up and looks around the room. There’s light filtering through the curtains and it takes him a moment longer before he finally registers the smell of something – pancakes? He runs his hand through his already dishevelled hair and clambers off the bed, only to realise he’s naked. After searching for his boxers, he quickly pulls them on and stumbles out of the bedroom, hearing noises coming out of the kitchen. When he’s finally reached the doorway he can see Harry flipping a pancake and idly scratching at his belly, looking incredibly domestic. Zayn hasn’t made a single noise, but still Harry looks up at him and smiles, eyes shining with happiness.

‘’Morning! I hope you like pancakes,’’ he says and nods at the pan. Zayn hums and approaches Harry, let’s himself wrap his arms around his waist and press a kiss to his bare shoulder.

‘’Morning, love,’’ he muses. Harry’s warmth makes him sleepy and he’s suddenly reminded of his thought last night – about Harry’s smile. Even if it’s just a feeling, he’s fairly sure about it. Can feel it in his bones, knows there’s no other way for them. And nothing makes Zayn happier than knowing he wouldn’t have to dream about Harry’s smile.

Because he has the rest of his life to admire it.

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