Leather and Lace • Zarry

1. Flashback: The Engagement

Amalfi, Italy.

There was nowhere quite like Italy, especially along the Amalfi Coast. Zayn and Harry had visited this enchanting part of the world the previous summer for their first ever vacation together as a couple and they had fallen in love with it immediately. The landscapes and views were serene, picturesque, the type of place that felt like a dream every time you saw it and they were finally returning back to that same private villa they had once spent several weeks vacationing in, deciding that it would now become their annual tradition.

Their private villa in Amalfi was spacious, boasting luxurious finishes, with a sea view and both a private beach and garden as well as a large swimming pool. The outside plastered walls were painted in a pinkish-orangeish color chiming with the terracotta covering the walkway through the garden. And from the garden, through a portico, you reached the living room area, which was bright due to ample windows and light colors of parquet, plaster with wooden beams and terracotta tiles on the ceilings. It also featured a fully equipped kitchen, bedroom and marble stone bathroom with a jacuzzi tub.

But Zayn and Harry threw their luggage down in the foyer the moment they stepped inside the villa and immediately ran up the wooden stairs to the master bedroom, which had access to a panoramic terrace. And they stepped right onto it within seconds, just gazing out into the Mediterranean sea as a feeling of peace and relaxation enveloped their surrounding energy. After a long month of tireless work with Zayn traveling up and down California opening up several more Wild Lotus stores and Harry off finishing filming a new miniseries, Rhiannon, they had been apart too often, and they deserved this moment together.

"I'd love to live here one day, like when we're old and retired," Zayn mused as he leaned against the railings of the terrace.

"Are you implying that we'll still be together then? I better have a ring on my finger, sir," Harry quipped back, flashing a bright smile.

"Maybe I don't believe in the sanctity of marriage," Zayn replied with a shrug. "We don't need no piece of paper from the city hall."

"Don't you dare use Joni Mitchell to sway me like that," Harry teased. "I still think that I'd like to be married one day."

"We'll see," Zayn responded as he drew Harry in closer to him, his tattooed hands resting on either hip where laid the waistband of Harry's favorite white linen pants.

"Mmm, you sound like a Dad with that we'll see," Harry retorted, a faint smile dancing on his lips.

"Yeah? And maybe if you're a good boy you can have a special treat," Zayn went on, pulling his hips in even closer, clutching them as he began to lean into Harry's supple lips.

"But being good is so...hard," Harry returned as he pressed himself up against Zayn, and Zayn could feel Harry start to stiffen beneath his pants.

"Mmm, it is hard for you, isn't it?" Zayn breathed back against his mouth lowly, feeling Harry's cock start to pulsate.

"I just can't help it..." Harry trailed off, humming quietly as Zayn's grip on his hips tightened.

"Too many punishments and you still never learn..." Zayn returned.

"You're so patient with me...teach me again."

The way that Harry still had this immaculate ability to drive Zayn absolutely crazy with desire was truly something to behold, something that set him on fire in a way he would never be able to fully describe and do it justice. But even he couldn't take the teasing for another second because it had been too long since he had him right where he wanted him, under the firm grasp of his hands and Zayn moved in quick, parting Harry's lips instantly with his warm tongue and swept Harry into a hot, feverish kiss, lasting for a few minutes and nearly sending Harry right to his knees.