Liam was roused from his sleep by the soft and distant sound of piano music flowing through the room. He groaned softly and rolled over, his hand blindly reaching out for Zayn with the intent of ignoring it, only to be pushed further from his slumber when his hand hit the cool sheets beside him. He sat up with a sigh and rubbed at his eyes, sleep clinging onto his senses as he blinked around the room. Liam glanced down at himself and blushed a little, his heart speeding up. He was wearing just one Zayn's dress shirt, the one Zayn had been wearing before they'd had sleepy-sex when Zayn had returned home from work.
Liam vaguely recalled telling Zayn he should take his stress out on him, and Zayn had proceeded to do what seemed like the opposite. Soft rocks of the hips and gentle murmurs in his ear--he'd long since stopped questioning Zayn's tactics of relaxation, though. When he wanted to relax, he wanted Zayn to rail him until he couldn't think properly. But, Zayn was remarkably gentle in most ways, and that included his domination. Zayn was in complete control of him always, but he handled him so softly when they weren't actively doing a scene.
His domination was completely different from the domination he'd been expecting, but honestly... he loved it. He loved the way Zayn put him first and praised him, the way his grip was always just tight enough that he knew the meaning behind it. He loved the warmth, the way Zayn was always so caring and thoughtful of him.
He often came bucket-loads of times more than Zayn, just because the man dedicated time to slowly but surely worked him into a frenzy of overstimulated euphoric ramblings. By the end of it, he was usually full of cum, deliciously full with a toy stuffed inside of him.
Shifting around on the bed brought his attention to the plug inside of him and whimpered. That managed to fully wake him up, so he pushed himself up out of bed and walked over towards the door, quietly pulling it open and tiptoeing out into the hallway. His eyes roamed around the hallway and he followed the beautiful melody down it towards the living room where the grand piano was. Sometimes Zayn would play late at night when he managed to squeeze in some free time to play. Every step he took made his body heat up unmanageably, but he pushed it aside with some difficulty.
He walked carefully and quietly over to the sectional and sat down to the left of Zayn, curling up a little and playing with the button on Zayn's shirts wrist cuff, biting into his lip. The song filled the room with ease, and it sounded like what Liam thought sunshine should sound like. Warm, happy, inviting, beautifully deep and tranquil with just the slightest undertone of excitement echoing beneath it. Zayn didn't seem to notice his presence at all, his head tipped down and his fingers dancing along the keyboard.
He looked so handsome, his black hair falling down into his eyes, silver framed glasses positioned on his nose despite his eyes being closed. His face was relaxed and calm, a slight luminescent glow around him from the dimmed lights farther up on the ceiling, giving him an almost godly look to him. His chest was bare, and Liam couldn't wholly fight back the blush that trailed across his cheeks as he took in the hickies he'd left behind on him.
Zayn often covered him with hickies, and fuck he loved it--but it was still a little embarrassing to see Zayn covered in his marks. He pushed that aside, however, because he couldn't pass up an opportunity to see Zayn unfiltered. He was the only one allowed to see Zayn, to know the complex and intriguing maze of his mind, and to witness him wandering through the maze to create something beautiful.
Zayn was skilled in all manners of art-- music, singing, sketching, painting, sculpting, composing, photography--the list was endless. Liam often wondered just how much knowledge Zayn had stored away in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel Zayn was very much out of his league. He had no idea how he got so lucky as to have the man want him. He couldn't even decide what he wanted to eat for dinner and Zayn could manage a business as large as 5th Dimension on his own at only thirty-one years old. He had to have been a prodigy, his skill level was far too great considering the number of years he should've had to perfect it.
"You're out of bed early, little lovely. Did I wake you?" Zayn asked, and Liam's eyes shot up to see him peering over at him out of the corner of his eyes, his fingers still effortlessly landing on the correct keys. Liam sucked in a deep breath, and shook his head. Yes, he had, but he fully considered this one time that he definitely appreciated it.
"What are you playing?" Liam asked curiously, and Zayn's fingers stopped moving and he turned the top of his body towards him a little with a smirk. Liam suddenly felt a little shy, a blush trailing up his cheeks.
"Mon soleil et mes étoiles," Zayn's voice came out like melted chocolate, so smooth and deep, caressing the words in a way that had shivers running down Liam's spine and his cock twitching to life with interest. Still, he couldn't speak French so it was lost on him what the name was still. Unless it wasn't Zayn's piece? "It's still in the works, I just can't seem to get the ending of it right."
"Oh, I didn't know you'd started a new piece." Liam said, "What's it about?" He asked, and Zayn's smirk made his heart thump in his chest and desire raced through his veins. He swallowed down a lump in his throat at the heat in Zayn's eyes, his blush trailing down his neck a little.
"My muse," Zayn said, his eyes sparkling a little as they ran over him. "Since you're here, perhaps you can assist in my difficulties?" The words were full of implication, and Liam sucked in a deep breath as excited arousal slipped through him.
"What can I do?" Liam asked, his voice getting a little husky. "I have no idea how to compose music." Zayn laughed at that and patted his lap, a mischievous look in his dark brown eyes. Liam blushed and nodded, standing up and making his way over to Zayn. Zayn quickly pulled him down into his lap and settled him over his cock. Liam let out a soft gasp, wiggling around a little against it.
"I was just thinking my cock was a little lonely, princess, would you care to handle that?" Zayn asked, running his nose along Liam's neck slowly. Liam shivered and nodded, shifting forward enough for Zayn to free himself from his pants. Zayn fingers ran between his cheeks, circling the base of the plug and pushing on it. Liam moaned, his hips pushing back into Zayn's hand.
"Y-Yes Daddy," Liam gasped, trembling a little as Zayn tugged on the base of the toy and pulled it out of him. He hated to admit the fact that having nothing inside of him made him feel off-balance. He felt so empty, he always had this need to have something inside of him now. Zayn had quickly figured out he had a bit of a plugging kink, and every night after they had sex he'd push the toy back into him and leave him stuffed full all night.
It never failed to leave him absolutely gagging for it when Zayn finally decided to give him his reward. "Daddy, please," Liam whined, and Zayn laughed softly and he felt his hands recede for a moment before the head of Zayn's cock pressed against his rim. Liam immediately pushed down on Zayn's length, crying out when his cock rammed into his prostate. He loved how full and desperate he felt when Zayn was inside of him, how warm and hard Zayn felt against his back.
Liam whimpered and bit down into his lip as pleasure blossomed beneath his skin. It felt so good to have Zayn inside of him, the plug and cum from earlier left him easy and pliant to enter and it came with no pain whatsoever. He squirmed around in Zayn's lap, whining when Zayn's hands landed on his hips.
"Now now," Zayn tsked playfully, his voice deep and smooth as he dug his fingertips digging into his hips as he stilled him. Liam let out a whine as he stilled in Zayn's lap, huffing with indignation.
"Don't be pouty, treasure, I would like to play you a song." Zayn released his hips and Liam whimpered and nodded his head. He had agreed to help. He couldn't help but wonder how he was helping however. Zayn's hands moved back to the piano, his fingers working over the keys as the melody began flowing through the room again.
Liam tried to focus on the music, it was beautiful and passionate, warm and happy--but the feeling of Zayn's cock resting against his prostate, stretching him, filling him to the brim was outweighing the sound... he was so sensitive already from their previous session a few hours before and all he wanted to do was move.
It was impossible to ignore Zayn's length throbbing inside of him, but Zayn seemed to be fine because he didn't stop playing the piano, his fingers expertly hitting all of the keys he needed to hit. Liam moaned softly and squirmed a little when Zayn's lips began trailing along his neck, just under the collar of the loose dress shirt he was wearing.
It sent shivers racing through him, and he tried to stay still, but he was weak to pleasure. He gave in to his urges and started wriggling around desperately as he tried to entice Zayn to move inside of him.
Zayn seemed dead-set on ignoring him, though. Even as he wiggled and clenched his hole around his length, Zayn stayed focused on the piano and not him. Liam moaned when Zayn's teeth bit down into his neck, and his hand jerked a little, hitting the keys of the piano. It let out an angry off-putting chime, but even then, Zayn ignored it, picking up right where he'd left off.
"D-Daddy, please," Liam pleaded, watching his hands move elegantly across the keys of the piano. Zayn bit down harder on his neck, making Kuam tense and moan, pleas falling off his lips as he felt himself twitch between his legs. He just wanted him to move. Liam leaned his head back against Zayn's chest, releasing little whimpers of tortured pleasure.
Liam wanted him to move inside of him so desperately that he was trembling, arousal and lust biting at him as he tried to hold still. For the longest time, only the choked sounds of pleasure that left his lips and the enchanting melody of the piano's music played in the background, somehow sounding so far away despite him being so close to it.
"I know, baby boy, it's hard. You can do it, though," Zayn murmured against his skin, and he gasped and his hips moved, pushing back into him.
"You're such a good boy. Keep letting me hear you, baby." Liam whined and nodded, warmth flooding through him. He tried, he did, but every throb and jerk of Zayn's length inside of him left him longing for more. He needed more.
"Dadddy," Liam tried again, biting back a sob. "P-Please, I-I..." The words were gasped, coming out of him a haze. He needed him to move. He didn't care about the song or the piano or the fact he was supposed to be still. All he cared about was having Zayn move inside of him.
"More, please," He pleaded helplessly, trying to make his voice come out as needy as he could. It must've worked because it made Zayn's fingers pause. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged breaths Liam was taking.
"You sound so beautiful, Jaan," Zayn said, one of his hands moving to his waist gently.
"You are so beautiful, I'm so lucky to have you." Zayn said, and Liam whimpered, his cock twitching in response to the praise. He was a total sucker for soft words, and Zayn was loaded with them.
Liam couldn't quite get his tongue to work to say what he wanted to say--nor was he even sure what exactly he wanted to say--but it didn't matter. Not when he was floating, every inch of his body buzzing with excitement and pleasure. Zayn hadn't even touched him fully yet, and he was trembling and desperate.
"C-Can I move? Please? Pretty please?" Liam pleaded desperately, and Zayn chuckled softly in his ear, his hand abandoning its place on the piano to grab the other side of his waist. Liam felt excitement coursing through him as Zayn lifted him up and dropped him back down. Liam let out a loud moan that echoed around the large room as Zayn's cock hit his prostate, and he let his head fall back against Zayn's chest again.
"Ride me, beautiful. I want to hear every noise that comes out of your pretty mouth," Zayn purred, but honestly, all Liam really heard was 'ride me' and he had already started rocking his hips back and forth, his head never leaving Zayn's chest as he moved. He whined when the hands left his waist, but he couldn't focus enough to complain with Zayn's soft inhales of pleasure in his ears. It made his heart race in his chest as pleasure quickly began to overtake him. Then he heard the piano again, and his eyes opened in surprise.
"W-What're you doing?" Liam panted, his eyebrows furrowing together as he moved his body against Zayn's desperately. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was just close enough that it was appeasing his lust addled body. He couldn't have held back his moans if he tried, he was too sensitive and Zayn was too big.
"I'm composing a song about you. See, when you moan I do this," Zayn rolled his hips and bit down into his neck hard enough to pull a moan from his throat without him ever even meaning for it to happen, and Zayn's fingers moved on the keys, playing out a short little melody that was fast paced.
"Now give daddy a whimper," Zayn teased, pulling back from the bite to brush his lips over the mark gently. Liam whimpered, and Zayn played out another melody that was softer than the first. "See?"
"I-I don't understand... how it sounds the same?" Liam managed to stammer, and Zayn chuckled and rocked his hips a little faster, drawing more needy noises from his throat. Zayn knew just what to do to him to draw the moans and pleas from his lips. Pleasure was sinking it's teeth into him, pulling him under the waves that were washing over him and it took everything in him not to drown in them.
"It's meant to be representative of them, and the emotions they incite." Zayn murmured, his voice thick with arousal. Liam choked on a moan and nodded his head looking up at him desperately.
"P-Please, wanna cum Daddy, please," Liam pleaded, and Zaym finally abandoned the piano for good, pushing him forward. Liam gasped and shakily grasped onto the piano for stability, and that was all the warning he really got before Zaym was thrusting into him roughly. All that Liam could focus on was Zayn's length moving inside of him, pounding into his prostate insistently as ecstasy flashed behind his eyes.
"Fu-Fuck, yes!" Liam hissed, his eyes rolling back as pleasure overflowed and he lost himself to an orgasm. He was far too swept up in the feelings running through him to even care where his cum was going to land.
"Is daddy's little boy feeling better now?" Zayn asked with a groan as he gripped tighter into his hips. Liam shook his head with a moan, looking back over his shoulder as his hands curled around the cover of piano's keyboard.
"You sound so beautiful, little one, so sweet... let me hear more," Liam whimpered and pushed his hips back to meet Zayn's thrusts, pleasure sparking behind his eyelids as the world faded away. He was vaguely aware of the sound of the keys on the piano chiming as his hand lost its grip and slipped down onto the keys and a chime echoed out around them.
"S-Sorry," Liam gasped, jerking his hand up. Zayn chuckled and put his hand on his chest beneath the shirt he was wearing and lifted him up away from the Piano. Zayn's other hand carefully closed the cover of the keyboard.
Liam whined when Zayn pulled out of him, but he found himself being lifted so that he was sitting on the cover, the hard oak sending a slight chill up his spine. It was easily ignorable seconds later when Zayn was pushing back into him.
Liam rested his elbows back on the back of the piano and cried out, his head falling back as Zayn gripped into his thighs and pushed them forward.
"I-It's not gonna break?" Liam stammered out as Liam started thrusting into him, slow and deliberate, hitting his prostate with precision. Tremors rocked through him and he tried to grip onto the edge of the piano, his cock pleading for stimulation between his legs.
It was hitting against his abdomen with every movement of Zayn inside of him, and it was enough to make it twitch and release a bit of precum, but honestly he'd already been wrung almost completely dry maybe eight hours before.
Liam would be eternally grateful for the quality of the wood, it's edges were sanded into rounded points, so nothing was digging into him uncomfortably, and all that left him with was pleasure.
Every thrust of Zayn's hips left him crying out, his cock pulsing out pre-cum onto his stomach as he became entangled. One of Zayn's hands moved up, traveling softly along his side and up to his nipple, where he gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on it. Liam cried out, shudders wracking through him as a sob fell off his lips.
"You're going to be fine, little lovely," Zayn assured, those hazel eyes looking over him in a way that had him moaning. Zayn looked like he was on the brink of losing control, and it filled Liam with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
He loved being Zayn's off switch for his control. Seeing the man lose himself in his pleasure was something that was wholly enticing for many reasons. Liam cried out and arched his back, one of his hands reaching for Zayn. Closer, he needed to feel him beneath his fingertips. He wanted Zayn all over him, the stupid piano be damned.
It was so good, all consuming, he could feel every inch of Zayn's length inside of him, his body had long since become accustomed to it and yet every time it ruined him. Zayn took him to places he never thought possible and was beyond skilled with his hands. He knew just how to touch him, how to drive him completely up the walls with pleasure. It was so good, he was so weak to it. He couldn't keep the tears from sliding down his face, his hair a mess on his head as he tried to cling on to the piano.
"Daddy, hold me," Liam pleaded, looking up at him with teary eyes, and Zayn smiled down at him, his movements slowing dramatically as his eyes softened.
"Of course, lovely, arch your back for me," Zayn said, his fingers releasing Liam's thighs. Liam nodded breathlessly and did as he was told, only to gasp in surprise when one of Zayn's arm slipped under the small of his back while his other hand gently guided his head up as he lifted him off of the piano. Liam wrapped his arms and legs around Zayn and clung onto him, burying his face in his neck. He could feel Zayn inside of him as he moved them, and it was driving him mad.
"Daddy, you feel so good," Liam whimpered, his fingernails biting down into Zayn's shoulders as he was being leaned back. Zayn nodded, his dark eyes almost black as they looked over him, carefully laying him down on the sectional. Liam had no idea how Zayn managed it, but he was laid on the couch with such care and gentleness--but Zayn's length was still buried inside of him. "I love you, Daddy." It slipped between his lips before he could stop it, and his eyes widened, and cheeks heated up even more.
"I love you too, little one," Zayn murmured, leaning over him and trapping him down against the soft fabric of the sectional, his arms on either side of his head as he captured his lips in a kiss. Liam moaned, arching up into Zayn's chest as he started moving again. His body melted back onto the couch, his arms clinging desperately onto Zayn as he felt pleasure beginning to lap at him again.
Zayn's lips were so soft against his, his body in contrast was hard and strong, and Liam couldn't help but love it--the duality of him was dizzying in its brilliance. Liam pulled away from the kiss to moan, Zayn's teeth nipping into his lip as he thrusted. He felt so good, Zayn's thrusts were perfect, never too rough but never too slow. It seemed well-thought out and determined, even though the entire thing was spontaneous.
Zayn hummed, amusement in his tone as he leaned down and ran his nose along Liam's cheek. Liam giggled and wrapped his arms back around Zayn's neck and held onto him, tightening his grip around his waist and pushing back into his thrusts. Zayn groaned into the crook of his neck, warm breath sending shivers of pleasure through Liam, and he moaned.
"I've seen you play the piano with your eyes closed. Feel instead." Liam said breathlessly, slipping his eyes shut. Zayn huffed and bit down into his neck in response, making him cry out and arch his back more. "F-Fuck, daddy," Liam gasped, surprised when Zayn started rocking them together faster, keeping his teeth biting down into his skin. Pain and pleasure swirled together as it raced through him, and frankly, they were so similar he couldn't tell them apart.
Zayn's hands moved from beside him, and he found himself being rolled on top of Zayn, his warm hands roaming all over his body underneath the shirt Zayn hadn't bothered to remove. Liam's thighs trembled a little as each of Zayn's thrusts sent him bouncing up a little, but he was surprised enough by the sudden shift that he couldn't grasp his bearings and actually help Zayn with his movements. All he could do is steady himself on Zayn's chest and hope to fucking god the man's grip on him didn't falter.
He didn't feel much fear, despite the fact that they were on a couch with little wiggle room and one wrong move would possibly send him flying. Liam's hands and arms were warm and sturdy around him, holding him in place gently as he ran his hands over him.
Every thrust was deep and hard, it sent pleasure flooding through him and made him dizzy, desire burning through him like flames urging him closer and closer to his release. He couldn't breathe for a moment, it felt so good his mind just couldn't compute the sensations running through him.
The position allowed for him to go so much deeper so much faster, and despite the shaking of his legs, Liam couldn't help but love it. His cock twitched and pleaded between them, bouncing with the thrusts of Zayn's body, and he finally gave in to temptation and curled his hand around himself.
He usually didn't--but he had already came so many times he knew there was no way in hell he was going to be able to achieve another orgasm without more stimulation to it. His hand moved shakily, the thrusts jostling him around enough to make it unstable but somehow it was enough. Mostly because Zayn was hitting his prostate with each movement, but it didn't matter because he could feel himself inching closer with each movement.
"Daddy, fuck, fuck!" Liam cried out, falling down onto his chest as his arms gave out. The pleasure was too much, he couldn't think, let alone hold himself up. Liam wrapped his arms around him tighter and held him there, thrusting up into him harder. These thrusts didn't allow for his body to move at all with the thrusts, so each one rammed into him with enough force to make stars dance behind his eyes and his body clench up. "Daddy," Liam sobbed, his head jerking back a little as shudders ran through him.
"You're such a good boy, Jaan," Zayn praised, his fingertips digging into the back of one of his sides. Liam's breath caught in his throat and that was it. He fell over the edge to his release, the ground falling from beneath him as he soared, only vaguely aware of Zayn speeding up his movements. He didn't even think he actually managed to release anything, it was just pleasure. Deep and grasping, clinging onto him and making him cry out with each movement of Zayn's hips.
He only really came down a little when Zayn stopped moving, and he felt Zayn's cum flood into him. He managed to tear the cotton away from his mind enough to force his eyes open and he smiled tiredly down at Zayn before Liam sank down on top of Zayn and melted.
He looked so relaxed and pleased, it made warmth flood through Liam. Zayn could look so intimidating sometimes, his glare could cut stone and the one time Liam had seen him angry, it'd been so surprising to him because he didn't really think the man could get angry. He seemed so calm and composed, he seemed care-free, constantly seeing the best in everyone and everything.
"N-No," Liam whined when Zayn tried to pull away, his legs tightening around his waist. Zayn chuckled softly and rested down on top of him, brushing kisses over his forehead gently. He'd not even noticed Zayn moving them, but he wasn't about to let go regardless. He didn't want to be separated from him yet.
"I need to clean you up, little lovely," Zayn murmured softly, urging his legs down from his waist. Liam pouted and shook his head stubbornly. Zayn gave him an amused smile and his hand reached out blindly for his glasses, managing to grab them off the table much to Liam's dismay.
"Y-You're gonna put mes to bed again," Liam said, his voice sounded far away to himself, and he found his eyes struggling to stay open. But all he wanted was to stay connected to Zayn. Toys were fine, but Zayn was warm and hard but velvety and felt so mind numbingly good inside of him when he was full of cum and all fuzzy and light. And best of all, he was stubborn as hell. "I wanna stay like this," Liam said, and Zayn sighed in defeat.
"Mm, well then Daddy is going to move us back to the piano so he can keep working on composing this piece." Liam nodded and sighed, letting himself be lifted up off of the sofa and wrapped his arms and legs around Zayn and rested his head forward on Zayn's chest as he carried him over to the bench of the piano and sat down. Liam whimpered a little and curled his arms around Zayn's waist, clinging onto him as his legs dangled over the other side of the piano bench.
It really didn't take him long to doze off once Zayn started playing the song again, the vague thought: I think I kinda hear what he was saying earlier, running through his hazed mind before everything fizzled away into the distance.