Need • Zarry

13. Baby

This was exactly what hadn't happened yet, the one intimate place that neither of them had explored together and Zayn wanted it.

No, he needed it.

And all Harry could do was let that very last wall come tumbling down. His heart in his throat, his hands frantically clawing at Zayn, tugging on his hair, gripping the back of his neck as their tongues reached deeper, moved faster, breaths heavier. More heat, more urgency. And before knew it he was guiding Zayn backwards towards his bedroom, mouths and hands refusing to leave each other.

Harry backed Zayn up into his bed and Zayn's body fell against the mattress while Harry remained on top of him, continuing to kiss deeply, humming against lips until he left Zayn's mouth and dragged them feverishly down his chin, sucking on the skin of his neck, breathing in his scent. Zayn let out a breathy moan, gripping onto his hips, squeezing them tight.

In a matter of seconds Zayn's shirt was off and he was yanking Harry's above his head, falling back down into their position on the bed with no time to waste. Harry met the rest of his skin with his wet tongue, kissing him everywhere; his neck, his collarbones, his chest. He crept the tip of his tongue across Zayn's nipple next, inducing it to bud up and harden and he began sucking on it gently at first.

"Uhnn," Zayn let out, closing his eyes.

Harry smiled against his skin and moved to the other, repeating the same action, feeling his nipple swell against his tongue and sucked again until it reddened. He then flicked his tongue against his nipple a couple of times and reached his hand out to insert the other in between his thumb and forefinger. Harry squeezed on the right one gently, twisting the bud of his nipple delicately while he ran his tongue over the left until he heard Zayn moan again.

He had no idea what was coming over him, but he just wanted to do everything he could, to touch Zayn everywhere, to discover every pleasurable part of his body and make them all feel good, to make Zayn feel as good as could, the best he ever felt. He needed Harry, and Harry was going to make sure as he best as he could that he didn't disappoint him.

So Harry left Zayn's chest and slowly started to lower himself, using his mouth to leave a trail of wet kisses down his stomach toward his navel, and still working his way south until he met the top of Zayn's jeans. He veered his gaze down momentarily to observe that Zayn's cock was already half hard through them. Harry averted his eyes back up to read his face, meeting his fixed stare through hooded lids and he bit down on his lip, as if he was bracing himself.

"You're very sexy," Zayn said, which still made Harry blush slightly.

His lips parted and lowered themselves onto the outside of Zayn's jeans, kissing on the length of Zayn through fabric. Over and over again he moved his mouth up and down him, feeling the tip of his cock pulse as he grew harder from the light pressure in anticipation.

Harry unbuttoned his pants and undid his zipper with nimble fingers, yanking them down to Zayn's knees and watched as he wiggled out of them, kicking them off the end of the bed. Then he did the same with Zayn's boxer shots, inserting his fingers under the waist band and tugged them off, watching as his stiff cock flopped up and laid against his lower abdomen.

Harry had been getting so much better at giving head and had a lot of practice over the last month, so he didn't shy away from diving right into it. He accumulated the saliva in his mouth and used his slippery tongue to draw lines up and down his shaft, flicking his tongue up under Zayn's tip, coaxing the pre-cum to drip just how he liked it. Harry repeated this on all sides, getting his dick nice and wet before he wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked on it, swirling his tongue around and then gradually dove down, widening his jaw so that all of Zayn's hard cock could enter his mouth.