Smoke & Mirrors • Zarry

15. Through the dark

Zayn moved quickly through the dark to his bedroom and threw Harry down onto the soft memory foam mattress of his bed as a crack of lightning shot through the sky seen through the large rectangular window, lighting up the night with hues of purple and blue, and it made Harry flinch for a moment as Zayn removed his shirt and pants, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.

"You scared of thunderstorms?" Zayn asked him as he slowly moved on top of Harry's shivering body.

"Not anymore," he answered as Zayn met Harry's lips again, devouring them passionately as Harry continued releasing soft moans in between their breaths, his arms wrapping tight around Zayn's body, his fingertips pressing into Zayn's upper back muscles.

Zayn left Harry's mouth and began kissing on his earlobe, nibbling it gently while he felt Harry's fingers digging deeper into his back, creating half circle imprints and he released another breathy moan as Zayn continued with his tongue, wet and hungry, traveling down the side of his neck and to his collarbone, kissing him there and he could feel Harry's leg shaking as he kept on.

Zayn slid his tongue downwards, traveling to his areola and began carefully sucking on it while Harry bucked into him again, rubbing the length of his cock against Zayn's before he nibbled on his nipple, biting it and a pleasure filled gasp fell out of Harry's mouth.

"Fuck," Harry cursed and Zayn repeated his bite once more as Harry continued throbbing beneath him.

Zayn then reached his hand down and started to massage Harry's hard-on through his briefs, gently at first until he could feel a wet spot on the fabric, indicating that Harry's pre-cum was already dripping out of the tip of his cock, so he started to massage him with more force, squeezing his girth until he heard Harry's moans increase, becoming louder and more urgent and he smiled through the dark of the room while he felt Harry's leg shake again.

"Mmm, aren't you desperate for me," Zayn said against Harry's lips and he heard a shallow grunt in the back of Harry's throat, his back arching with anticipation as Zayn removed his hand from Harry's briefs.

"I swear if you torment me again..." Harry trailed off as Zayn chuckled lowly, admittedly enjoying just how much he liked to tease Harry.

"No not this time," Zayn answered, lowering himself down Harry's body, pressing it against the smoothness of his skin, dragging his fingers down the butterfly tattoo on his stomach toward the elastic of Harry's briefs and he clutched them with both hands, yanking them down to his ankles with force, exposing his solid, massive, cock that flopped up onto his stomach.

"Oh God," Harry murmured eagerly as he felt Zayn's warm breath grow closer to his skin.

Zayn wasn't one to give head or to even touch people passionately, not anymore, and it wasn't because he didn't enjoy pleasing people because he did, it's just that foreplay was often sensual in nature, at least to him, and that required him to be close, to use his mouth and tongue, his hands and with those parts of him came more passion and this calculated, specific sort of pleasure.

He knew he was good, and he used to enjoy this part the most, taking his time to make someone squirm, to make them ache and moan for more of him. But he hadn't been able to express this side of his sexual nature in a long time, and as Zayn's lips hovered above the head of Harry's cock he hesitated for a moment, feeling his heart thumping. But then his hands traveled to the sides of Harry's lean thighs and he grasped them, squeezing them, and the desire to please Harry in this way completely took over.

So he lowered his lips onto the underside of Harry's cock, right below the head, the part that was the most sensitive and he kissed him there with wet lips as Harry twitched beneath him. He repeated the same kiss, this time with a little more tongue and Harry twitched again, as a bead of clear pre-cum pooled out of his hole like a gentle river and fell onto Zayn's lips and he dragged his tongue up to the tip, licking it clean, which made Harry quiver and moan.