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Ziam - a simple equation

It takes him a few seconds when he wakes up to remember that he doesn't have to actually get up. Not for early morning training or for rehearsals and they've not got any promos or events to hurry off to. His schedule is completely clear for one beautiful, magical day and it's all his to do what he wants.

Eyes still closed, he drowsily lets his hand shift from where it's resting on his boyfriend's hip to trace a lazy pattern over his taut belly. He slowly leans in to brush his lips over Zayn's shoulder, his fingertips dancing slowly downwards until they're ghosting over Zayn's semi-hard dick. Fighting a smile, Liam's hand closes around Zayn's cock and he squeezes gently, feeling Zayn swell in his hand, getting heavier and thicker as Liam strokes him carefully, slow and steady.

He moves up closer behind Zayn until he's practically plastered against him, his own semi pressing between Zayn's arsecheeks and he nuzzles into Zayn's back, his lips tracing Zayn's tattoo as he feels Zayn start to stir. Zayn shifts a little before he lets out a little sigh and Liam speeds up his movements, just a little, until he hears Zayn sigh again, louder and breathier this time.

He can feel Zayn's dick throbbing in his hand and Liam sweeps his thumb over the tip, across his sensitive slit and he lets out a helpless chuckle as he collects a bead of precome because Zayn's always so receptive in the morning, sliding his thumb back down the underside of Zayn's dick to slick him up a little.

Liam catches a tiny moan escaping Zayn's lips and he knows Zayn's finally awake, his breathing changing as Zayn drags in a harsh breath and tips his head back just a little, stretching out his neck so temptingly. Liam's never been able to resist Zayn, not in four years so of course he lifts his head to kiss the exposed skin, his hand jerking Zayn a little faster. When Zayn lets out another low moan, Liam's own dick twitches painfully but he ignores it, entirely focused on Zayn and the way he's arching into Liam's touch.

"Liam," Zayn moans, dragging his name out as Liam nips his neck gently, not hard enough to mark even though he wants to. He wants to cover Zayn with his marks until the world knows he's Liam's, but he can't. Not yet, at least. For now, he settles for open-mouthed kisses against his skin and making Zayn fall apart in his arms.

"Morning babe," Liam whispers, his hand stroking Zayn harder now, reacting to the way Zayn's breathing changes. He starts to twist his hand on the upstroke, just the way Zayn likes. Liam's dedicated whole days and weeks and months to figuring out just how to make Zayn whimper so desperately and he uses that knowledge ruthlessly, turning Zayn's head until he can kiss him. It's an awkward angle but neither of them ever care because he just wants to kiss Zayn and swallow all the noises he draws from Zayn's lips, like the ones he's making now. Tiny little whimpers in time with Liam's stroking hand that make Liam's head spin, even now. Even after all this time.

When Zayn pulls away, Liam's the one whimpering in protest.

"Think I'm still stretched from last night," Zayn murmurs, his voice husky from sleep and his eyes drowsy as he blinks slowly at Liam.

"Yeah?" Liam says,letting his hand slide away from Zayn's dick and ghosting over his hip, gently turning Zayn over onto his front as his hand cups his arse, his touch light as he slides over Zayn's hole. "Fuck," he mutters because Zayn's right, he's almost ready to go and Liam's dick swells painfully in anticipation.

He reaches for the bottle of lube, still on the table from last night when they'd tumbled into Liam's apartment after a painfully sex-free week on the tourbus and they'd both been too needy, too desperate to wait. He slicks up his fingers quickly as Zayn rolls onto his back, reaching down to tease him a little because Liam likes the way Zayn's eyes glaze over and his knees bend instinctively. When he pushes in, it's so easy that he groans helplessly and has to rut his hips down against the mattress for a tiny bit of relief. It's still effortless to slide another finger inside and he brushes a kiss against Zayn's chest as he thrusts carefully inside, feeling the way Zayn closes around his fingers and making him whine a little.