𝙃𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 [✔︎] [English and Spanish Translation]

4."Children out of the house" [!]

-Are you carrying Mr. Bee?. -Zayn asked, letting Husain put the pair of socks in his suitcase.

-Yes, baba. -His little curl replied, letting him just pack his suitcase.

While Zara was still talking to her grandmother in the dining room, ready to spend a week with her and her aunt Gemma.

-Come on, they're waiting for you.

The youngest took the hand of his slime once he was downstairs, her husband and daughter talked to her mother-in-law cheerfully waiting for the two missing.

-Here are my two Angels. -Anne said smiling watching her two grandchildren.

-Will we return on Sunday? -Zara asked.

-Mhm, that's the plan, you know you can call me and come back whenever you want, you know that I'm always on the lookout for you.

-We know, drool, let's go Grandma, I want to see Aunt Gemma!

-Come on, see you in a week, take care!.

Zayn and Harry watched them leave home, Husain more excited than his sister, Zara reading a book to be distracted along the way.

The car left the neighborhood minutes later, disappearing for an entire week.

-So... what do you plan to do now, husband? -Zayn looked at Harry once while inside the house.

-Snuggle up while watching cheap romantic movies with popcorn. -Zayn nodded excited about the idea.

Harry prepared the room, it was past five in the afternoon when he proposed it; Zayn left her husband ready for the movie marathon, went up to his room, decided to have his active sex life this time without pretext; I look among his clothes, lingerie that he had saved for the occasion, putting on a nice panties with black lace, covering his genitals well, he put on one of Harry's shirts that were up to his knees, sliding them a little up to his elbows.

Low smart, for her children she could not dress like that, but when they were not there, she could afford to wear whatever she wants to be flattered by her beloved husband.

Harry looked at him from head to toe when he saw him go down the stairs, letting his crotch imagine really hot scenarios.

-Come here, love. -Zayn slid down the large and cozy arms of his Harry. -You're beautiful, had I already mentioned it to you?.

-All the time. -Zayn blushed and Harry noticed it, looking adorable.

Both met in high school when they were fifteen and sixteen, Harry as the popular typical of high school, and Zayn as a nerd without friends, Harry and Zayn connected instantly of meeting in the stands of the school garden; Harry proposed him to be his boyfriend after five months of meeting, they studied high school together until university, where both had chosen different careers; Harry had chosen a technology engineer and little Zayn as human resources, although later he ended up working in a flower shop near home, he was fascinated to be around flowers, so when he saw the sign of 'wanted employee' I do not hesitate to ask if there was still a space for him; They got married when they both finished school, bought a house with effort and months later ended up pregnant with Zara.

-You have to stop courting me, I don't like to blush. -Zayn put his head in Harry's neck, sucking her husband's sweet aroma.

-Never say that again, my duty as a husband is to tell you how beautiful and hot you see you all the time, I like to make you blush, don't ask me to stop me. -Zayn separated from the cozy place to smile at her face to face, it was true, she was totally in love with her husband. - Now, let me kiss you where you like, honey.

-No, today I want to ride you, can I?

-You don't have to ask, baby.

The couple smiled like the sticky turtledoves they were.

Zayn kissed Harry's lips gently, longing and keeping the moment in his heart, he loved his Harry, it was the love of his life, his half, without him he would not know what to do, collapse could be. Harry kept his hands on Zayn's hips, grinding his crotches gently, not wanting to hurt him in the process. Zayn, for his part, let the kisses move down his neck to his collarbone, letting the kisses be noisy and sluggish, both were already desperate.

-Can you fuck me? I want to feel you right now, Harry. -Gimed.

-What about the lubricant? -Zayn I cut it.

-No, I want to feel you now.

Harry under the lace panties, enjoying Zayn's soft brown skin, got rid of his pants until he dropped them to the ground, Zayn positioned himself around his beloved's cock, pointing to his desperate hole.

-I love you so badly, Zaynie.

-Fold me, destroy me, I'm yours.

-Of course you are mine, because I am yours.

And with a single lunge, Harry came in one fell swoop, taking out Zayn a resounding moan of pain combined with pleasure, he was not yet accustomed to the size of her husband's penis, no matter how many years went by, he would never get used to manhood; Zayn began to move when he felt ready to do it, letting the sound of jumps resound throughout the room.

-So tight, love.

-Mhm. -Harry attracted him with one hand on his neck, looking for her husband's fleshy lips, kissing, licking and playing with the youngest's tongue, enjoying the noisy kiss that both were creating.

Zayn was sure he would soon come, the tremor in his legs was a sign of it.

-I'm coming, Harry...

-Cum for me, baby.

And with that, Zayn cummed on her husband's chest, staining her shirt on and part of her stomach. However, Harry was not left behind either, Harry left it as soon as he felt his semen arrive, also staining part of his stomachs and clothes.

-Are you okay?. -Harry asked when he felt Zayn vanish on top of him, listening to his erratic moans and agitated breathing.

-I am, it was incredible.

-I agree.

After a couple of kisses and one more round, they decided to go to bed in their room, Zayn on his lap while he felt Harry's warm hand get entangled with his hair.

She certainly loved her husband, and she loved the fact of sharing this with her Harry, her husband.