It's taking all your strenght (Zarry /AU.) /English Version

22. The Date IV

Zayn looks lost in thought at the sea. Holds the sandwich in one hand, with the other he twists a curl of Harry's hair. All the grief he carried with him for months is forgotten; the argument with Gigi has also been forgotten. Nobody fascinates him like this man, who is still lying on the blanket next to him, staring into the sky. Nobody makes his heart beat so fast that it threatens to burst at any moment. Zayn loves Harry and Harry loves Zayn.

Harry stands up and grabs the champagne bottle.

 "Would you pass me the champagne glasses please? We should celebrate our reunion, don't you think?" 

The cork pops, the bottle foams over and the glasses fill up. 

"Cheers, Bradford Badboy!" He chirps, clinking into Zayn's glass. 

"Cheers, Babe, here's to us and much more!" Coughs Zayn. 

With these words, he leans in and looks deep into his eyes. 

"Where did we stop earlier?"

 "You kissed me," whispers Harry. 

"And after that?", Whispers Zayn. 

"Then your hands were under my shirt."

 "And after that?"

 "Then you stroked me". 

"And after that?"

 The men kiss passionately. A firework of emotions captures them. Hands slip under Harry's shirt again. Harry moans loudly and his fingers grabs Zayn's pitch-black hair and tousled it. His mouth kisses Zayn's neck and leaves red marks. The man above him moans. 

"Haz." 

Harry's lips move lower and reach the collarbone. They suck on them and gives him goose bumps. Zayn takes off his shirt and rips open Harry's shirt. His mouth reaches for Harry's nipples, which he kisses hungrily and sucks on. 

"Zaaaaayn," he hears. 

"Talk to me, princess!" Zayn demands as his mouth travels lower and reaches the V-line.

 Hot, wet kisses excite Harry. 

"What does my princess wish for?" Gasps Zayn. 

The curly head slides his hands under Zayn's waistband and grabs Zayn's penis.

 "That's what I want!", Harry purrs. "I want you deep inside me, Bad Boy!"

Shortly afterwards pants and boxers are scattered in the sand and both bodies melt into each other.

 "Baby, this is going to be the hottest Caribbean night of our lives.", Zayn cooed into his ear and penetrated deep into Harry. 

The curly he shrieks and pauses for a moment.

 "Move, bad boy, move!" He demands. 

Zayn moves his pelvis at first slightly circling and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into Harry.

 "Oh God, oh god, Jesus, baby .... that feels so damn good, so good!" Harry moans loudly and squirmes himself into ecstasy.

 "Yeah, Zaynie, yeah, right there .... more, give me more!" He yells. 

"What does my princess wish for, huh? You want daddy to push deeper? Should daddy going to push harder?" 

"Yeah, daddy, harder and deeper and right there!", Harry shouts and begins to feel his orgasm approaching. He rolls his hips up into Zayn's. Moans falling effortlessly.

He sees stars and is completely willless. Zayn puts his hands under his back and pulls him even closer to him. Harry moans louder. His movements become faster and more jerky. Zayn rocks back and forth, in and out, hitting Harry's prostate with each thrust, relentlessly. His cock is about to explode, his head is going crazy. 

"You're so deep. God." Their lips colliding.

"Come for me, princess! Come for me! Fuuuck!" Zayn yells and with this outcry unloades himself into Harry and collapses over him with sweat. 

Harry can't hold back his orgasm any longer.

 "Oh my god, Daaaaddyyyy!" He roars. The intensity of the orgasm makes him almost collapse and he's shooting out hot white stripes on Zayn.