Smoke & Mirrors • Zarry

20. Lipstick and handcuffs

Zayn hastily shoved Harry up against the cold wall so that his body was positioned between the two metal rings that hung from there and he could see that ever-so-faint smile form on Harry's lips as he bent down and lifted the handcuffs off the floor, proceeding to lock Harry's wrists into each one and secured them to the rings.

And Harry just stood there in his fishnets and long, lace top with his arms stretched out, fastened to the wall of the room as the soft pink glow from the mood lighting shined upon him, illuminating his features, and Zayn's heart was thumping so loud he could hear it.

"Is this what you wanted?" Zayn spoke into his ear as Harry trembled slightly.

"Mhm," Harry murmured softly.

Zayn leaned in to him, breathing against the soft skin of Harry's neck and he pressed his lips against him, just under his earlobe, and Zayn kissed him there softly at first. Once, twice with a little tongue, and the third time he went in he bit him, not too hard, but just enough to leave a red mark and Harry let out a moan, trembling once again.

Zayn proceeded to look down at the lingerie that Harry was wearing, noticing that it fell just passed the top of his thigh and he bent his tattooed hand down to gently lift up the bottom hem, revealing the elastic of Harry's fishnets only to notice Harry was without underwear, so his thick, enormous cock was hanging heavily in the center of his stockings, and Zayn smiled to himself at the sight of it.

"You're so sexy," Zayn said, lifting his brown eyes back up to Harry's face, his lips curving into a half smile, revealing that dimple.

"Mmm, am I sexier than all those girls dancing out there?"

"I believe so," Zayn returned, slowly reaching his hand down further to him, gently rubbing his fingertips against the length of Harry, right from the base to his tip and Harry's cock twitched beneath his touch, starting to grow longer and even firmer.

"And what is it you find so sexy about me?" Harry went on.

"I see that you're fishing for compliments..." Zayn answered, lifting his hand away from Harry's groin.

"Maybe just a little, but I already caught my fish. I just like it when you flatter me."

"Well then..." Zayn began, deciding he was going to do that thing he didn't do where he fed someone's ego, but this time was different and Zayn decided he would dive into that pool of honesty, a place he tried not to venture too much with Harry, and his hands dropped to either side of Harry's waist, gripping it firmly and he looked right into Harry's eyes as he spoke to him.

"When you paint your nails two different colors, and the way you wear your tops halfway unbuttoned so you can see your chest with the bit of your butterfly tattoo poking through," he replied as his hands left Harry's sides and traveled up the front of Harry's torso, tracing the outline of where his tattoo lived.

"And I like this necklace as well," Zayn continued, reaching up to tug on the string of pearls that hung around Harry's neck before he reached in and started wrapping them around Harry's throat as his grip gradually tightened.

"I like the way your lips move when you speak, and how red and puffy they are after you've sucked my cock real good. And I especially find it sexy how you just don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks, and there's no one in this world like you, Harry."

Zayn then leaned in to him and hovered above his smooth, pink lips, just like Harry always did, and he barely touched them, but breathed into Harry so that Harry could almost feel them upon his, and he let out a hum again, his skin prickling with goosebumps as Zayn's grip on his throat became even firmer. He kept squeezing Harry's neck, his thumb digging into Harry's jugular vein until he heard a subtle gasp in the back of his throat as he searched for air.