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Ziall - Maybe I'm In Love

Zayn grins down at him, pushing Niall's shirt up over his head before removing his own. “Can't wait to get you naked.” Zayn breathes out against Niall's collarbone, sucking a kiss from there.

“I can't, either,” Niall replies, pulling Zayn back down so that their chests are pressed together, skin against skin. He slides his hand down to Zayn's lower back to keep him there where he wants him.

Zayn wiggles between Niall's thighs, pressing their lower halves together. “You're so pale,” Zayn mumbles, nipping at Niall's neck. “Gonna mark you up. Make you think about me for days.”

What Niall doesn't say is what immediately pops into his head -- that he already thinks about Zayn for days without any marks at all. He's not going to say no, though, because if there was ever a good excuse to do it, it's having loads of hickies from him.

Zayn starts nipping at Niall's skin, his neck, his chest. He even manages to slide down the bed in order to suck and bite at Niall's hipbone.

That one tickles a little and Niall doesn't hold in his laugh. He just threads fingers into Zayn's hair and holds him there, biting his lip so that his giggles are muffled. His hat's fallen off and he doesn't even care.

Zayn tugs impatiently at the wait of Niall's jeans. “God, I just wanna get you out of these.”

“Take 'em off, then. I'm not stopping you.” Niall's head is swimming a little with how much he wants Zayn to take his trousers off, actually. He's not good at being patient even when he's not drunk.

It's the first time he's thought about how not-drunk they are right now. He doesn't want to focus on it because he knows he'll freak out if he does, but now he's thought it once it keeps popping up again.

Zayn doesn't waste time, unsnapping the button on Niall's jeans and pulling them off along with Niall's pants. Niall's cock springs out against his stomach, already half hard and throbbing. Zayn licks his lips, and Niall nearly moans at how hungry he looks.

“So fucking fit,” Zayn huffs out against Niall's thigh. “I really like sucking your cock, y'know?”

“Good, 'cause I'm pretty fond of you sucking it.” Niall licks his lips, grabbing his cap where it's been lying forgotten on the bed and plops it down onto Zayn's head. He thinks it'll be a laugh, but it looks startlingly good and he swallows. “Can you keep that on?”

Zayn bites his lip, flipping it around backward and nodding, licking at the head of Niall's dick.

It means he can't put his fingers in Zayn's hair but this is better, he thinks, to see Zayn in his hat; it's so weirdly hot and Niall has no idea why, but he won't question it. “Yeah,” he breathes, stroking his thumb over Zayn's cheek instead.

Zayn's got his lips sealed around the head of Niall's cock before he has the chance to say another word and Niall wriggles beneath him.

No matter how much Zayn likes sucking Niall's cock there's no way he likes it as much as Niall does, feeling the heat of Zayn's mouth on him. He's so amazing at it and Niall's glad he had the forethought to move the brim of the hat around so that Niall can have an unobstructed view of Zayn's lips wrapped around him plush and pink.

Zayn bobs his head low, swallowing tightly around the head of Niall's cock. He hums on his way back up, reaching a hand lower to roll Niall's balls together.

“Jesus,” gasps Niall, making an aborted movement toward Zayn's hair before remembering that he can't twist his fingers in it and instead fisting his hands in Zayn's bedsheets. He spreads his legs wider to give Zayn more room to work and bites his lip hard lest he blurt out something embarrassing or make a weird noise.