Smoke & Mirrors • Zarry

35. Tell me again

Zayn felt vulnerable, attached, and consumed by Harry, by his energy, his touch, his eyes, his voice, his breath, every word he said, but this time it wasn't in a frightening way. Zayn wasn't scared anymore and he wasn't afraid of falling in love with Harry this time. He wasn't over thinking about what could go wrong, if they could even make it, what life would be like when Harry was away for a role and he didn't care.

All Zayn knew was that his heart no longer belonged to Gianna or anyone else because Harry had stolen it and he had kept it, protected it, nurtured it, and Zayn couldn't have been any more sure in that moment that Harry was the only one he wanted it to belong to, maybe even for the rest of his life.

"For me? As in...you were made for me?" Harry spoke softly as his lips withdrew themselves slowly from Zayn's, his green eyes still casted down, gazing into his brown ones, just sparkling with pure adoration.

Zayn licked his own lips as Harry's weight remained on him and both his arms reached around Harry's body, his hands pressing into Harry's back as he began drawing him in just a bit closer.

"Mmm, I'm all yours," Zayn assured him as his cock throbbed in his sweatpants under Harry, and he could feel the outline of Harry's own above him while he continued to straddle Zayn on his couch.

"Yeah? You aren't gonna run from me this time?" Harry breathed in that gravely, sensual tone of voice as he moved his hips once more on top of Zayn, maintaining his arousal and his breaths were shorter, urgent, filled with craving.

"No," Zayn affirmed. "I'm not going anywhere," he then added as his finger tips began pressing into Harry's back muscles and he bucked up into him again, hearing a subtle moan escape from Harry's open mouth.

"I knew you'd come back," Harry murmured as he continued to lean into Zayn

He started to kiss on his ear lobe gently, breathing into him, and moaning softly again just to get Zayn good and ready for more of him, and Harry smiled into Zayn before carefully slipping his tongue out of his wet mouth, subtly poking the tip of it inside his ear before speaking again.

"You could never resist me Zayn," he said lowly, nearly whispering and Zayn felt his body shudder as a sharp, tingling sensation ran up his leg, right into his groin and his cock throbbed again, but this time harder and he felt his cravings become louder.

"Shut up," Zayn ordered gruffly, unable to take much more of Harry's teasing.

So Zayn abruptly grabbed Harry by the back of the neck with one hand and forced their lips together another time as many more urgent hums and grunts began breathlessly falling from their mouths as they cascaded, crashing their lips together, devouring each other desperately while Harry continued to grind on Zayn and both of their cocks were growing much harder from the friction of their hips bucking into each other repeatedly.

Harry reached his tongue inside of Zayn's mouth far back next, licking against his tongue, massaging it up and down and moaning into him until Zayn couldn't contain himself any longer. Zayn then had no choice left, he needed more skin, more direct contact with Harry before he went insane. So he lifted his shirt up over his head, throwing it aimlessly beside him and Harry's hands immediately found themselves pressed against Zayn's chest, moving across his skin, his pecs, gliding his fingers toward his nipples and rubbed around them in circular motions as Zayn exhaled deeply.

Zayn quickly tore off the Pink Floyd t-shirt Harry had been wearing and drew him back in even closer, his lips traveling to Harry's skin quite necessarily and Zayn began feverishly kissing on his chest, reaching his mouth to Harry's areolas and he began tugging on them with his lips at first, hearing Harry's breathing intensify as his lips wrapped around them and then Zayn started to suck on one of his nipples as Harry released a subtle gasp and Zayn smirked, knowing that he always liked it. And Harry continued to move on top of Zayn with more force, rubbing against his cock with as much tension as he could until Zayn's hands were clawing into Harry's back, aching, just gripping at his muscles and squeezing them tight with severity.