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Ziall - Maybe I'm In Love

Zayn swallows him down all the way, and Niall's cockhead touches to the back of Zayn’s throat. When he hums this time, Niall feels it through his entire body and he lets out a deep groan. So much for not embarrassing himself.

Zayn pulls off after that, and Niall wants to cover his flushing face. Zayn starts talking again, though, so he doesn't. “God, I want to fuck you.”

“D'you wanna?” Niall finds himself offering without a second thought. He'd have still made the offer after thinking about it, but it probably shouldn't have been that automatic.

“Fuck yes.” Zayn nods eagerly. “Wanna hear what you sound like when I'm opening you up.”

“Do it, then.” Niall gives him a sideways smile, as close as he really gets to a smirk. His face doesn't do them very well. “Rock my world.”

“Mm, pass me the lube from that drawer there?” Zayn bats his eyelashes, smiling.

It's easy enough to lean over into the drawer and dig through it for the lube. There's not much else in it, and he's only distracted once when Zayn pinches his bum and he jumps.

“You've got a cute arse.” Zayn smirks again, pressing a gentle kiss to one of the cheeks.

“You've got a cute everything, pretty-boy,” Niall shoots back, crooking his knees as he scoots back on the bed to give Zayn a good angle.

Zayn eyes him hungrily again, stretching a finger to stroke up Niall’s thigh gently. “You gonna be nice and tight for me?”

Niall shivers a little. “Yep,” he says, trying for casual. His voice cracks a bit, so he doesn't think he manages it.

Zayn takes the lube slicking up his fingers and pressing one at Niall's hole again. “Next time I'm opening you up with my tongue,” he murmurs, pressing in slowly.

He's never done that, or had it done to him, or whatever. It's not like he's never -- he's just never -- he's never had the opportunity, he guesses, or the desire, but he's heard good things. Maybe Zayn is more experienced with this sort of thing than Niall is. All he's really done is drunken making out and one or two equally drunken fucks.

Niall lets out a rough gasp when Zayn's got his entire finger inside, and he clenches around it.

He hears Zayn release a gasp of his own, choked and quiet, and cut off like he doesn't want Niall to hear it. It's unbearably hot. Niall wants to make Zayn breathless in every way possible, wants to see what makes him gasp and categorize each one.

Zayn licks his lips, pulling his finger out again, just as slowly as he'd pressed it in. “You look so good, babe.”

Niall can't possibly look as good as Zayn does. He looks like a jungle cat or something, predatory and focused entirely on Niall. It's so intense that Niall can barely meet Zayn's gaze.

Zayn crooks his finger, pressing against Niall's inner walls. Niall lets out another moan, and Zayn sucks a kiss from Niall's inner thigh.

It makes Niall shiver, and spread his legs wider. “Y' -- y'can do another one, if y'wanna,” he murmurs.

Zayn simply slips another in, scissoring his finger and opening Niall up properly.

He's been fingered before, but it's usually quick and fumbly, perfunctory before he gets bummed over a sink or something. This is the first time it's happened on a bed and it's infinitely better because of it, a better angle and pace and person.

Zayn slips his fingers in again, moving his head up to nose against the base of Niall's cock. “Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Niall sighs, tipping his head back against the bed. “Yeah, yeah, really good. Just like that.”