zesty grapefruit [zarry] ✔️

14

"Hey," Harry says, licking the corner of his mouth and hesitating in the doorway.

Zain looks at him, amused. "Come in," he says, plugging his charger into the wall and turning his phone facedown.

"So," Harry says awkwardly, leaning against the door with his back and looking at Zain, not coming closer.

"So," Zain grins, amused. "Did you change your mind or why are you hovering there awkwardly?"

"I thought maybe you had," Harry huffs, pushing himself away from the door and pulling his shirt over his head, straddling Zain's lap in one move.

"I wouldn't have said 'come in' then, would I?" Zain grins, amused, stroking his hands over Harry's torso appreciatively. "It was pretty clear what you're here for."

"Shut up," Harry says, like he's embarrassed despite his brazenness, leaning down to kiss Zain. Zain lets himself be pushed back onto the mattress, cupping Harry's cheek and stroking his hands over Harry's skin, enjoying the heat building between them with every slide of their tongues together.

Sex with Harry is still breathtaking and easy at the same time. Harry has a certain abandonment about it, selfishly chasing his pleasure but not in an inconsiderate way, somehow managing to drive Zain wild with it, the way he just went for it.

Zain grunts, pulling Harry closer as he comes, watching his chest glisten with sweat in the light of the setting sun, and stroking his hair from his forehead. It was another thing he appreciated about Harry, the way he presses his face into Zain's skin, sliding his arms around him and snuggling close as they catch their breath.

"You need to be better about applying sunscreen," Zain says idly, still slightly breathless, and strokes his hands over Harry's shoulder. "You're already a bit burnt," he says, rubbing his thumb over the bridge of Harry's nose where it was distinctly red.

"It'll turn tan tomorrow," Harry says dismissively, scratching his fingers through the hair on Zain's belly and hiding a yawn agains the pillow.

"If you says so," Zain says sceptically - it was a pretty angry red - cupping Harry's cheek and pressing his thumb to his dimple. "You staying here or going back to your own bed?"

"I should go," Harry says, scrunching his face up and rolling onto his back. "If Gemma finds out, she'll kill me."

"And me," Zain nods in agreement, yawning. "It will be painful and drawn out."

"Definitely," Harry nods, sitting up. He grabs his clothes off the floor, getting dressed with a grimace and pulling his shirt away from his sticky skin. "This was fun, though, so I might just keep risking it. If you're up for it," he says, shooting Zain a look that was both awkward and not.

"Sure," Zain says because there was no way he'd turn down and easy and good lay on the already fairly perfect holiday, not matter what Gemma would think about it. She'd get over it, too, because it was only a bit of fun for both and it was not like there were feelings involved. At least none past being horny. She loved them both too much to stay angry, anyways. "You know where to find me."

"Yep," Harry says with a grin, leaning down to press a kiss to Zain's lips.

"Bye," Zain answers, amused, and watches him go. He scratches his belly idly and considers taking a shower. He's been showering so much here, but the heat made him sweaty and he hated smelling himself. And there was also the fact that he definitely should, even though he was feeling languid and relaxed. He grunts and rolls onto his front, forcing himself to get up.

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i was not feeling like writing the sex and that was definitely going to happen this chapter so sorry for the long wait and the sparse chapter despite it...