"Oh god, Liam." This is my favourite feeling. Having Z moaning and shaking under me. "Please Li harder" He looks so beautiful, begging for me, for me to fuck him faster, harder, deeper, so deep I'm all he can feel. Damn his moans sounded soo good. No Liam SOUND so good. Fuck. My hand slips out of my pants as i lose the memory. God dammit. Porn doesnt work, Zayn doesnt work.
What the hell am I supposed to do.
I layed back, maybe I'll call again, just to hear his voicemail. I dont know.
God I miss him.
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FanfictionEveryone should love themselves. right? we naturally assume that beautiful people always know they are beautiful, but we are wrong.
