Days passed, each one filled with an even more depressed Harry. He got sad when he even looked at his lover, his face contorting. He didn't like cuddling, because all that lead to was a cold bath and he grew to hate those because Zayn wouldn't join him.
Finally, after a week of trying to make Harry feel better Zayn decided the younger was ready.
Ready to go all the way; with Zayn.
"Jay?" Zayn asked, biting on his lips, taking a seat beside her on the couch as she watched her afternoon programing. All of the kids were doing schoolwork. Harry himself was doing math with the girls. It was easier for him and Mark suggested they not stress him out by giving him hard work to do.
"Yes?" Jay looked over from her show, smiling softly at Zayn. "I...I was wondering er..." Zayn breathed, fiddling his thumbs. "Do you think I could er, have the house like, to myself Saturday? I mean, just for like...me and Harry, only for a few hours." He said quickly.
Jay giggled, patting his shoulder. "You mean you want to have sex with Harry but you don't want us to be here?" She said coolly. Zayn's breath caught in his throat, nodding his head. "You could have just said so, I'm not a regular mum." She smirked, standing up. "I'm a cool mum!"
Zayn rolled his eyes, laughing. "Thanks er...Mum?" He questioned. Jay smiled and nodded, giving him a quick hug. "Do you want me to pick anything up for you? Condoms? Lube? ...Vibrator?" Zayn made a disgusted face, shaking his head. "I don't think he's quite ready for...toys. And as for the condoms and lube...Maybe." He laughed, in a joking manner of course.
"But maybe do you think uh...You could get me some rose peddles, Candles and maybe help me make like a fancy but not too fancy dinner? I kind of want it to be special."
Jay nodded, squealing. "I'm helping minors have sex!"
Zayn almost gaged, shaking his head. "Thanks mum," He retorted, walking up the stairs to his bedroom where he could rest his head, thinking of how Saturday would go with Harry.
Would he even want Zayn like that anymore?
~*~
Before Zayn knew it; Saturday rolled around and hell was he nervous. He was going to fuck his best friend today; bang the shit out of him. 'No Zayn, don't think like that' He told himself. 'You're going to be gentle'.
And he was, He was going to be so careful with him. Give him everything he ever wanted; it was going to be special.
"Today's the day!" Jay squealed, coming through the door "Don't remind me..." Zayn mumbled. Harry was occupied with Niall and Louis out by the horses while Jay and Zayn set the house up, Spreading rose peddles up the stairs; and around the bedroom.
"I bought you condoms and lube...I wasn't sure if you were joking..." Zayn giggled, taking the boxes from her. "I was, but thanks...I'm sure we'll use them...Another time." Zayn took the boxes up stairs, putting them in the night stand. Surely they would use them sometime? Hopefully...
"Zayn, I'm going to start the chicken. I'm also making baby carrots; and some other things but it shouldn't take long. Do you think you'll be done with everything by then?" Jay asked from down the stairs. "Yeah, I just need to get dressed is all. By the way, what did you tell the family?" Zayn's curiosity got to him. Hopefully she didn't spill the beans?
"I told the older girls and Louis you and Niall wanted to have sex and they had to choose were to go for the night. We're going to a movie and having dinner. So we should be about three hours. The younger girls...and Mark...think we're just going out"
Zayn sighed. Of course she told them. Louis wouldn't let him live this one down. Not in a million years. "Thanks mum, I'll get my plane ticket to America now."
Jay laughed as she walked back to the kitchen. She certainly didn't want to burn the dinner, that would spoil everything.
Zayn looked through his closet, finding a pair of black skinny jeans and a white button up dress shirt. Not to formal, not to normal-day.
After he finished dressing, he made sure the room was perfect, lighting candles all around the room and bathroom before turning out the lights. It was already around 6 at night, the sun starting to go down. The room looked even more romantic. Certainly Harry would love this.
"Dinners ready and Niall and Louis are bringing Harry in soon. Are you ready?"
Zayn took a deep breath, making his way down the steps. His hair was combed back in a quif, the white shirt sticking to his chiseled body perfectly. "Looking amazing, as always." Jay commented, taking Zayn to the kitchen. "Dinner is set, candles are lit, all you need to do is turn out the light, and everything should be perfect."
Zayn nodded thankfully. The girls were already out in the car, Harry only at the backdoor. "Okay, well, We should be off." Louis aid opening the door, Niall had a blindfold over Harry's eyes, the boy giggling. "Goodbye you two!" Niall yelled, closing the door, Mark and Jay following the two boys who exited.
"Zaynie?" Harry wondered, trying to feel around. "I'm right here charming." Zayn whispered, turning out the light, making the blond squeal. "Shh, shh its okay." He soothed, pulling the blindfold off his younger brother. "Wow." Harry gasped. The table was set, the candles lit, even a bottle of wine on the table.
"What's this?" Harry questioned as Zayn pulled out his chair, telling him to 'sit'.
"It's a date, just for us." Zayn smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek, then one on his neck before taking his seat beside Harry. That's how they always sat of course. "Zaynie, why do we have two plates?" Harry whispered.
Zayn laughed, pouring himself a drink. "Because people don't eat of the same plate when they're on a date."
Harry grumbled, crossing his arms. "I don't like dates." He huffed, glaring at the food in front of him. although...it did look yummy. "Trust me, you'll love this one." Zayn smirked. His insides were all twisted; he felt sick to his stomach.
Harry and Zayn began to eat, Zayn cutting his food up of course, Harry giggling. He had never really fed himself, maybe when he was younger; after his mum started drinking. "This so good." He pointed out, taking another bite of chicken. He already finished off almost everything, Zayn not far behind. By his next bite, juices dripped down his chin.
Zayn licked his lips, leaning closer to Harry. The handicapped boy was about to wipe it away before Zayn stopped him. "Let me." He insisted, opening his mouth, his tongue flickering out, lapping up all the sweet liquid from Harry's chin, his mouth soon finding Harry's.
The younger moaned quietly, turning his body.
Zayn breathed in deep. This was it, he wasn't going to stop this time. "Baby," He purred, wrapping his arms around Harry, hoisting him onto his lap were his fingers locked on Harry's hips, his tongue invading Harry's hot mouth.
They stayed like that for some time; Zayn's hands roaming Harry's small body, brushing his growing length a few times making Harry shudder with pleasure. "Zayn...stop." Harry sighed, pushing the darker away.
"I'm not allowed to tease you, you can't do it to me either." He shook his head, starting to climb off. "No, Harry, Please." Zayn grabbed his arse, setting him on the clear space on the table. "I'm not teasing; I want this."
Harry gasped, lying back on the table, Zayn standing between his spread legs. "You...Want me?" Harry asked, his eyes wondering all over the dark skin being exposed as Zayn unbuttoned his shirt. "I want you so fucking much." Zayn whispered, leaning down to part Harry's lips with his tongue, dancing around with Harry's own slithery tongue.
"That's a bad word." Niall scolded, reaching forward to feel Zayn's chest. "It's sex; we can say what we want." Zayn smirked, picking Harry up who giggled.
He then carried Harry to their room, the candles leaving a romantic light that bounced of Harry's pale skin. "Pretty," Harry smiled, pointing at Zayn's soft skin. "Not as pretty as you, baby." Harry moaned quietly as Zayn's hands slid down his small frame, touching him inch by inch.
"I'm going to ride you." Zayn growled, lifting Harry's shirt over his head. "Zayn?" Harry bit his lip, looking down at his boyfriend. "Are you going to put you peepee up my butt?" He asked innocently, making Zayn's heart flutter. "If you want me to."
Harry smiled big, nodding fast. "But first, I want to put your peepee up my butt, is that okay?" Harry giggled, nodding again. "Is that...Riding?" He questioned wile Zayn worked at his pants, unbuttoning them, kissing along his boxer line, his lips brushing against Harry's light brown pubic hair. "Not exactly. That's anal, riding is..." Zayn sighed, sitting up. "You stay like that, on your back, then I...ride you, kind of like you ride a horse, but without the saddle." He explained.
"Oh...But are we going to do anal, too?" Zayn chuckled at him. "That is anal. Anal is whenever your peepee, or...my peepee are in each other's bums, Okay?" Harry nodded, understanding everything now.
Zayn leaned back down to continue striping Harry, his lips trailing along Harry's now exposed thigh as he threw the blonds pants across the room. "Look at you, you're so hard." Zayn breathed, latching his fingers in Harry's boxers, pulling them down; past his hardened length. "Cold." Harry's whined, trying to cover his meat, but Zayn stopped him, closing his mouth to Harry's cock. "I'll fix that."
Harry moaned as Zayn's lips touched his groin, planting a soft kiss there before he continued, grabbing Harry in his hand and planting a tantalizing kiss to his oozing tip. "I'm leaking!" Harry squealed. "No you're not, it's cum...It's supposed to do that." Zayn laughed, licking up the sour substance.
"Oh...H-Hell." Harry was unsure of his words so his stumbled over them, spilling out of his mouth like a porno. "More." He pleaded, pushing Zayn's head down on him.
Zayn took him deep into his mouth, his nose brushing the pubic hair; Harry's tip pressed firmly to the back of his throat. Zayn gaged on Harry's cock, pulling away from him. "That..." Harry huffed, trying to catch his breath. "Was yummy." Zayn snickered.
The raven haired dipped his head in to lick Harry's swollen balls. The boy needed to seriously cum and Zayn wanted it to be deep inside his arse. "Lay back." He insisted, pealing his shirt off. Next; his pants came off soon followed by his tight black boxers that outlined his stiff member which tilted to the right slightly when it was hard. Zayn hated it; but Harry liked it.
"It's a rebel." He giggled, his hands sliding over Zayn's cock. "How do you know that word?" He asked, lifting Harry's chin to kiss his wonderfully pink lips.
"Louis told me that's what he is. It means he doesn't do what everyone else does." Harry smiled, pressing a kiss to Zayn's chest. "It's wonderful that you're learning, charming." He sighed, pushing the younger on his back. "Ride me now?" Harry pouted, his lip quivering. "Faker." Zayn teased, straddling Harry's thin hips.
Harry giggled widely under Zayn, who rocked his lips a little, readying Harry in way. "You ready baby?" Zayn asked, biting on his lip, leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. This was it; this was the moment he always looked forward too.
Harry nodded his head and Zayn reached across the bed to the night stand were he found the bottle of lube. Maybe jay getting it would come in handy.
"What's that?" Harry's nose crinkled, his eyebrows knitting. "This is lube, with this your peepee will go in easier." Harry giggled, reading the small bottle. "What's...C-Cock?" He read.
Zayn gulped, clearing his throat. "It's another word for peepee, older people say it."
Harry crossed his arms. Did Zayn not think he was 'older'? They were about to have sex, that's what older people did, right? Right. So Harry was all grown up and he didn't need Zayn to tell him only older people said cock.
"Ride my cock, Zayn." He growled, smashing their lips together roughly. Zayn grunted against the kiss, finishing lubing Harry up. The darker didn't need preparation; his younger brother wasn't very big.
Slowly, he dropped down on Harry's dick through the kiss, making Harry gasp. "Oh, Zayn," He breathed unsteadily, falling back against the bed.
Zayn's hands rested against his chest as he adjusted to the feeling of cock up his ass. And damn, did he underestimate Harry's size. He may look small; but Zayn felt so full.
He then moved his hips a little, his head tingling; butterflies swarming in his tummy. "Bloody hell, Harry." He groaned, riding Harry's hips a little faster; the bed squeaking quietly Zayn knew it would only get louder as the night carried on; probably pounding against the wall.
"Shit," Harry cursed, still unsure about the footing of his words. "Feels so good." He moaned, arching his back off the bed.
Zayn took it easy; seeing as he was bigger than Harry, able to brake him easily. "Faster," Harry insisted, grabbing Zayn's hips, his thumbs digging into Zayn's v-line. "Take it easy charming," Zayn warned.
Harry's nails drew blood and it urged Zayn on, moving his hips in eight rotation, Harry stuffed to the hilt, his pubs brushing Zayn's balls, tickling the elder. "You like that?" He grunted, looking down at Harry who stared with pleading eyes, blown with lust and need, his pupils dilated leaving but a ring of green around the captivating black. "Y-Yes." Harry replied, almost crying.
The pleasure was too much for Harry to bare anymore. His body shook' a prominent arch reaching his back as his hips thrusted up; Zayn's slamming back down. They worked in unison to get Harry there faster.
"Z-Zayn!" Harry cried out, his balls tightening; body tensing. "That's it baby," Zayn hissed, clenching around Harry who came deep within Zayn's tight hot heat.
Harry's very first orgasm raddled his body, Harry's teeth clenching together, his eyes fluttering closed, crunching together.
Once he finished spewing rivers of white into Zayn, his breathed out heavy; his eyes opening back up slowly. "Wow," He sighed. Zayn panted; even though he hadn't cum on his own, Watching Harry orgasm was nothing short of amazing.
Zayn pulled off Harry, crawling back between his legs.
Harry was still hard; like a proud statue, only covered in sticky liquid. "S'Your turn." Harry huffed out, lifting his legs for Zayn, holding them at his knees, which pressed to his chest. "Yummy..." Zayn smirked, conjuring up some saliva and spiting it at Harry's puckered hole, making the Green eyes boy spaz shortly before Zayn's mouth connected with Harry's bum cheek, planting a soft kiss there, before straying to Harry's saliva covered hole.
Harry gasped when Zayn's lips touched him in his most intimate place, Harry tightening up before relaxing; letting Zayn's tongue push inside him, slurping up his own spit from around the ring of muscles.
"Zayn, P-Please." He pleaded, tangling his hands in the mess of dark hair. Zayn finished with his mouth, bringing his fingers to his lips and wetting them before inserting one into Harry.
The younger moaned, his eyes closing at the feeling of Zayn pressed inside him.
He then added another finger, stretching Harry further, thrusting the fingers in and out the sound of wet skin against skin making a sloppy echo through the room.
Buy the third finger, Harry was squirming against the sheets and rose peddles. His breathing almost stopped when Zayn pressed to his small prostate, sending title waves of pleasure up his spine. "Zayn-Ahh!" He screamed, thrusting down on Zayn's hand.
Zayn pulled his hand away before Harry could get off on it. He needed to be inside him; he had to feel how wonderfully tight the boy was. "I'm gunna fuck you now Harry, but don't worry baby, I swear I'll be gentle." He reassured, lubing up his cock before positioning against Harry's pink hole.
"Do it," Harry mouthed. Zayn breathed in deep, pushing the head of his cock inside Harry, making the boy wince, but moan with pleasure.
The further Zayn went, the most Harry whimpered and shuddered; pleading for more, shaking at the full feeling. "It's so big," He repeated from an earlier night in the week. But now, Zayn was deep inside him; there chest pressed together tightly.
This; this was fucking. This was amazing, wonderful, exhilarating, this was love. In the deepest, most spiritual way it could be expressed; this was Zayn making love to Harry. "Move," Harry said under his breath, his legs wrapped tightly around Zayn waist, his arms tucked under Zayn's arms and wrapped around them, holding onto the elder's shoulders.
Then; Zayn's hips begun to move, rocking against Harry's to press soft, pale skin to rough dark skin, but they matched perfectly. Like cookies and cream.
"Zayn," Harry moaned in his ear, calling out his name quietly. Zayn's hips stayed at the same pace, his bare feet digging into the sheets as to get a grip; to push further into Harry who adjusted his grip on Zayn's back, pressing into the skin creating small dimples in the flesh.
"Charming," Zayn called back, reaching down to cup the boy's balls. He knew it was his soft spot; Harry would crumble to pieces in Zayn's calloused hands.
"I love you." Zayn grunted once, his cock slamming against Harry's tender prostate. Harry screamed in pleasure, his toes curling, his chest burning with passion.
"I'm close, Hazz." Zayn warned, his slow thrusts now speeding, the bed slamming against the wall roughly, squeaking like mad.
Zayn's eyes squinted shut. He felt on fire, taking Harry like this; the feeling of Harry's skin pressed to his own. He only grinded down harder; slamming into the younger.
Harry breathed out heavy; losing everything and squirting all over his stomach, splattering Zayn along with it. "Shit!" Zayn cursed, he too releasing everything he had, his body tensing; stiffening as he spewed, pulling out and shooting the rest of his load all over Harry's arse.
Harry breathed in deep, staring up at his lover with wide eyes, a bright smile. "Wow, baby..." Zayn sighed, collapsing against the younger were he stayed for what seemed like forever.
"How does a bath sound?" Zayn huffed, pulling himself off Harry who finally settled down. "Okay," Was all he said, stretching his body out as Zayn head for the bathroom were he filled the bath with arm water, filling it with bubbles and dropping rose peddles all around on the bubbles on floor.
Then, he turned to the sink, lighting the insent oils that smelled of vanilla, filling the room.
" Harry baby?" He called, walking back to the bedroom, stark nude. "We don't have to take a cold bath right?" Harry sighed. He hated those. Hate, hate, hated them!
"No baby, We're taking a warm one...Just c'mon." Zayn cupped Harry's ass, picking him up so the youngers legs wrapped around him tightly.
On the way in, Zayn almost tripped over something, turning around to see that it was a bottle of champagne and two glasses in a bowl of ice, probably set there by jay when Zayn wasn't looking.
He laughed, rolling his eyes before setting Harry down, who got into the bath. Zayn then popped the cork on the bottle, starting to poor. "What is that?" Harry asked curiously as Zayn finished filling there glasses half way, setting the bottle on the floor beside the bath.
"Happiness in a bottle." He joked, handing Harry his drink and sitting down behind the boy.
Harry sniffed the liquid then took a sip, crunching his nose at the bubbles forming in his mouth. "How is it?" Zayn wondered, taking a drink before leaning forward, pressing soft kisses to Harry's shoulders. "S'good." He giggled, taking another sip while Zayn attended to sucking on his skin, leaving love bite after love bite.
They stayed like that for some time, smothering each other in soft kisses, sharing 'I love you's' and sweet nothings which were whispered in each other's ears quietly.
Harry couldn't believe all this. Zayn finally gave in, he finally gave Harry the one thing he always wanted. Love.
And the sex, hell the sex was amazing. Harry would do that every night if Zayn wanted to. Because sex was amazing.
But sex with Zayn? Fuck. Sex with Zayn was indescribable and whatever word was used to describe that...well, Harry thought it would be un understatement. Zayn was a drug. A sweet, erotic and intoxicating drug and Harry couldn't get enough of him.
~*~
Soon, Harry feel asleep against Zayn who picked him up, drying him off and setting him in the bed were he caressed his overheated skin till Harry nuzzled into his chest, snoring softly, his body pressed tightly to Zayn's, just where it belonged.
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