A/N: What you've all been waiting for...children, avert your eyes. ;)
“You’re all mine tonight, Malik.” Harry’s voice whispered into Zayn’s ear, before the loud sounds and sights of the nightclub overcame them.
When Zayn had picked up the girls from school, Harry had texted him to come back to his for some tea with the girls, before Harry was taking him out for a birthday surprise. Zayn had done just as Harry said, in complete excitement, and brought the girls back to Harry’s where they had all sat around and opened a few more of the presents that the girls and Harry had brought him, before ordering in three huge pizzas. They had all sat around and eaten and watched a film on TV, Harry had looked at the time and started to get all frantic and jumpy.
“Zayn, hurry up eating and get ready, we need to get ready, and the babysitters will be here in fifteen minutes!” Harry had bursted out, and Zayn had looked at him with a confused frown before remembering that Harry had some sort of surprise for him, even though Zayn was comfy and didn’t feel like doing anything.
“Wait, babysitters? Who?” Zayn had asked, even though Harry had already disappeared from the room and his feet were banging up the stairs. Zayn rolled his eyes and went to steal a slice of Safaa’s pizza, before Harry bellowed at him to come upstairs and get ready, and Zayn rolled his eyes as his two sisters laughed at Harry’s antics.
“Hurry up Zayn, he’s been planning this for weeks.” Waliyha told him matter-of-factly, and Zayn chuckled before following up the stairs where Harry had gone. When he had gotten into the bedroom, he saw how Harry was now dressed in tight skinny jeans, even though they were barely just hanging around his non-existent hips. He had smart black shoes on, and was ruffling up his hair in the mirror.
“We’re going clubbing, stick on something sexy, yeah?” Harry told him with a crafty smile, and Zayn broke into a wide smile as well, even though he couldn’t take his eyes away from Harry’s torso. His abs and biceps were toned, and the small gathering of tattoos on his arms had made Zayn’s breathing hitch a little, before he kicked the door closed and raided both his and Harry’s clothes.
After a few minutes, both boys were dressed. Both boys were in black skinny jeans, and Zayn was wearing a casual white shirt that belonged to Harry and seemed to cling to his skin. He rolled up the sleeves and undid the first few buttons, before he started to work on his hair, while Harry spritzed himself with cologne. The heavenly smell hit Zayn and made his heart skip a beat, before he looked over at Harry and felt his jeans tighten. Harry now had on a loose black T-shirt, which had a low neck to show off his precious collarbones and then the sleeves rolled up, showing off those beautiful biceps.
“Fuck Harry…” Zayn mumbled, looking at his boyfriend in awe of how hot he was. Harry faced him in confusion.
“What? Too much black?” Harry spoke, before he pulled off the black T-shirt and swapped it for a white one that was practically the same, it just had a little pocket on the left side of his chest. Zayn didn’t know what was better, the black, the white, or just nothing at all.
“You’re so hot it hurts.” Zayn spoke honestly, before finally forcing his eyes away from him to spike up his hair, but he couldn’t resist going back for another look. Harry chuckled, and walked over to his boyfriend and placed a soft kiss on Zayn’s cheek, before moving his lips down and placing a long kiss on Zayn’s neck, which sent a shiver down Zayn’s spine.
“Best birthday ever.” Zayn whispered, and Harry had chuckled at his, before placing an open mouthed kiss on Zayn’s lips, which Zayn reciprocated.
After finding out that Niall and Liam were the babysitters, Zayn had wished his sisters goodnight before Harry pulled him out of the door and to the taxi waiting for them. They’d had another few long kisses in the back of the taxi, much to the annoyance of the taxi driver, before Harry had brought Zayn here, to one of the best clubs in Bradford.
Now, Harry had his body pressed up against the back of Zayn as he guided him through the crowds and towards the bar. In all honesty, Zayn felt a little lost in all of the new surroundings, but with Harry’s hands holding onto either side of his waist, he had never felt safer. The bright lights were flashing everywhere, and the people in the club already were singing along to the loud drum and bass that echoed off every corner of the club. When they reached the bar, Harry plonked Zayn onto a barstool while he stood to the side of him. A bartender came over, and Harry placed a loving hand around the back of Zayn’s head.
“My boyfriend needs his first shot.” Harry told the bartender, and Zayn watched as the guy behind the bar poured out a couple of shots and put them in front of the boys, before Harry paid for their drinks. Harry turned to look at Zayn with a wide smile.
“Here’s to you, my beautiful boyfriend on his eighteenth birthday.” Harry called to him over the music, and Zayn pulled the collar of Harry’s t-shirt down so that Harry’s face was near him so he could place a long, soft kiss onto Harry’s lips, before they clinked their shot glasses together, and the real drinking began.
Zayn and Harry soon found themselves in the middle of the dancefloor. More of Zayn’s buttons were now loose because of the heat of it all. Everyone was pushed together, dancing, but as Zayn and Harry danced closely to each other, it felt like they were the only two boys there. Occasionally, Harry’s lips would lean forward and placed a wet kiss onto Zayn’s lips, but because of the drink that was now controlling their minds and bodies, Harry’s co-ordination had faltered, and Zayn was receiving kisses to his chin, or the top of his lip. He didn’t care, as their bodies were pressed together, Zayn’s hip bones occasionally grazing across of a small patch of bare skin belong to Harry’s own hips from where his T-shirt had risen up. Harry’s arms and hands were wrapped around Zayn’s skinny waist, holding him close to his body protectively, as if someone was going to kidnap him or something.
The beat of the music was thumping through them both, and they both danced close to each other along to the beat of it, although they didn’t know what song it was, they just kept dancing with each other, not wanting to let go. Zayn tripped a little due to the amount of drink and the closeness of everyone around him, and his hips and crotch grazed into Harry’s hard. Zayn would have apologised thinking he could have hurt his boyfriend, but he watched as Harry let out a shaky sigh before biting down on his lip.
Harry’s eyes clouded with desire from that moment on, and Zayn felt a smile spread across his face as he saw what he had done to his boyfriend. Zayn slowly thrusted his bottom half into Harry once more, and felt as Harry’s skin trembled slightly. Zayn leaned into his boyfriend’s ear, nipping a quick kiss onto Harry’s earlobe.
“Oh babe, you liked that, didn’t you?” Zayn whispered, and felt as Harry’s hands that had been around the small of his back soon found themselves underneath Zayn’s white shirt, his short fingernails digging into Zayn’s soft skin. Zayn chuckled and let his lips wander down to Harry’s neck, where he tasted the salty sweat that Harry’s body had made, and in return left long, wet kisses, lapping at the older boys neck and collar bones with his tongue. Harry let out another long sigh of delight, moving his skinny fingers away from Zayn’s hips.
Harry let his fingers trail down his sides before reaching Zayn’s jeans, where they dipped into them, and slowly traced them along, feeling the band of Zayn’s boxers, until reaching the button of Zayn’s jeans. Zayn couldn’t help but let his teeth sink into Harry’s soft skin as his boyfriend as Harry pulled Zayn’s groin roughly into his, causing more friction that could have caused sparks to ignite from the two boys’ sudden pleasure. Zayn let his hands drop from Harry’s curls and fall down to his hands.
“Let’s find somewhere we can be alone.” Zayn whispered loudly into Harry’s ear, before dragging his boyfriend off.
Soon enough, Zayn had dragged Harry through the crowds of excitable drunk girls and guys hoping to get lucky with the excitable drunk girls until they came to a small corridor, heading straight for the guys toilets. Harry smiled in excitement, his jeans growing tighter with each step as he realised that he was finally going to go all the way with Zayn. He would have been nervous, but the drink in his system had eliminated that. Zayn pushed open the door to the guys toilets, and they both didn’t even bother to see if anyone else was in there, they both just dived into one of the toilet stalls. Harry only let go of Zayn’s hand for a second so that he could lock the toilet door, and when he turned back around he was met by Zayn’s lips roughly crashing onto his, the rest of his body following in their footsteps. Harry and Zayn’s tongues both battled against each other as if it was World War Three. Harry’s hands on either side of Zayn’s face, his thumbs grazing those perfect jawbones while Zayn’s fingers made good work of Harry’s jeans. Harry’s trouser button popped from his jeans, and he felt how Zayn pulled his zip down, and tugged Harry’s jeans down past his knees.
Harry quickly started to pull Zayn’s shirt apart, desperately needing to touch and kiss every square inch of Zayn’s beautiful torso. Harry broke off the kiss first, although Zayn’s mouth just moved back onto it, sliding his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip everytime he grinded against his boyfriend. Harry’s knees went weak as Zayn gave another thrust against him, before Harry couldn’t take anymore.
“Z…Z, please, no more teasing, I can’t take it, I want you.” Harry pleaded, his voice cracked and his lips dry. Zayn looked over him with desire-driven eyes, and a small, delicious smirk.
“It’s my birthday, you’re riding me.” Zayn demanded, and a giddy laugh fell from Harry’s lips out of pure excitement. That made a low growl of lust leave Zayn’s lips, before he started to place wet kisses across Harry’s neck once again. Harry’s fingers quickly traced down Zayn’s chest before finding his belt buckle. The belt buckle was soon unlatched, and Zayn’s tight jeans followed, and now both boys were stood pressed next to each other with their trousers wrapped around their ankles. Harry looked down at the growing erection in Zayn’s boxers and grinned to himself, before he slowly dropped to his knees. He loved doing this. Zayn looked down at him with a wide smile as Harry slowly pulled Zayn’s boxers down, watching as his manhood stood firm, like a soldier.
“I love doing this so much.” Harry mumbled up to Zayn, before he took his boyfriend’s length in his mouth, and watched as Zayn threw his head back, his hands grabbing onto each side of the small toilet cubicle to keep him steady. Harry watched his boyfriend start to crumble from pleasure as he took in as much of him as he could, before slowly tracing his tongue along his length before taking him out again. Harry picked up the pace and Zayn’s breathing started to hitch and become uneven, and Harry loved that sound. One of Zayn’s hands delve deep into the mass of curly brown curls for a moment, savouring the feeling of the older boys’ mouth around him.
“I don’t know how long we have in here…c’mon.” Zayn whispered, his voice coming out uneven and raspy. Harry placed a kiss on Zayn’s tip, which made Zayn flinch and shiver, before Harry was stood back up on his feet at full height. Zayn gave Harry a long soft kiss, his length throbbing as he did so, before he gently turned around against the door.
“It’s going to hurt a little, baby, because you’re new to this…so just tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” Zayn whispered, before he sucked on his middle finger for lubrication while his other hand gently pulled Harry’s boxers down around his knees.
“I’ve had five shots, I’m surprised I can still stand.” Harry whispered in reply. Harry felt how one of Zayn’s hands wrapped itself around his waist, entwining with Harry’s hand before he felt Zayn slip a finger inside of him. Harry let out a shaky breath from the sudden strange feeling, and had to admit to himself that it did feel strange, but it was with Zayn, so it couldn’t feel more right. Zayn started to leave kisses on the base of Harry’s spine, before he pulled out his finger and slowly and gently pushed the tip of his length into Harry. Harry’s grip on Zayn’s hand tightened, and Zayn hated the fact that this was probably hurting him, but practise made perfect.
“You’re doing really well…that’s my boy.” Zayn whispered, placing more loving kisses onto Harry’s shoulders as he slowly let more of him inside of Harry.
“It gets better, right?” Harry whispered shakily, and Zayn let out a chuckle, his thumb rubbing comforting circles onto Harry’s knuckles.
“So better.” Zayn practically moaned, when he felt how tight Harry really was.
He began to slowly thrust into his boyfriend, making every movement soft and gentle, not wanting to cause any hurt or harm to his beautiful boyfriend. Soon enough, Zayn felt Harry start to relax and ease into Zayn’s body and movements, and Zayn knew that it was alright to pick up the pace, and did so. Keeping one of his hands wrapped around his boyfriend tightly, with the other held onto the door to keep them both steady, he gave Harry his all. Harry threw his head back so it was on Zayn’s shoulder, and Zayn’s mouth trailed around his jawbones and neck as they both started to reach their climax. Harry’s breath was getting more hitched and quicker by the minute, and Zayn’s was the same. He felt his stomach start to tighten as Harry had started his climb, and Harry’s low voice groaning out Zayn’s name brought Zayn around quicker than he expected. The two boys gave into their climax, and both rode out the orgasm, Zayn giving a few more sloppy thrusts after releasing himself before they both collapsed against the bathroom door in pleasure. They were both silent as they got their breath back, and Zayn removed himself slowly from his boyfriend and pulled his boxers back into their rightful place, before doing the same to Harry’s. Harry turned around so that he could face Zayn and leant against the door watching Zayn do up his shirt buttons. Zayn stopped putting his clothes on when he saw how Harry was literally glowing. His dimples were both out, as if thanking him for the great experience. Harry’s curls were a mess, and only made him look even better than he normally did.
“Happy Birthday, Zayn.” Harry whispered, bringing the younger boy towards him. Zayn went willingly into his boyfriends’ arms and placed a long, soft kiss onto those pink lips.
“Harry, I don’t care that our first time was in a dodgy nightclub toilet, this has been so perfect…I love you so much.” Zayn whispered against Harry’s lips as chocolate eyes met emerald. Harry smiled and nodded, pressing another kiss onto Zayn’s lips.
“I love you too…but when we get home, prepare to be ridden like a bitch.” Harry whispered with a wide smile, and both boys hurriedly got changed and left the club, hand in hand, excited for the new level their relationship had just reached.