Part 2
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Part 1 Re-cap
"Let me make up to you." Zayn panted, pulling Harry's shirt over his head. Harry gasped at the cool are but proceeded to suck Zayn's bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth digging into it and drawing a thick red liquid which stained his own lips.
If Zayn remembered correctly, Harry was pretty damaging in the bedroom, leaving red handprints and deep gashes usually on Zayn's hips and back.
But now, Zayn was sure Harry was going to bite through is lip. "Fuck," He cursed, pulling his mouth from Harry, who whimpered. "I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling Zayn's bloody lips with his tiny fingers. "Shh charming, nothing to be sorry for."
Zayn then grabbed his shirt from over his shoulder, dragging it off, his muscles flexing, his creamy skin echoing off the dim lights. Suddenly everything seemed so needy, every kiss, every touch, every single bite Harry left.
"Easy," Zayn mumbled as Harry latched down on his sore nipple; in which the curly had been tugging on only seconds before. "God, Charming your so dirty." Zayn groaned, grabbing Harry's hair and tugging on it.
"Such a dirty, needy little charming." Zayn growled.
He knew this was going to be rough; it was going to be loud and brudle and Harry was going to beg for more. "Little slut," He cursed. Harry's mouth came off with a 'pop' panting and drooling. "Baby, you're drooling." Zayn sighed, whipping away the spit with his hand but Harry leaned forward, pushing Zayn all the way on his back, were he slammed Zayn's head against the ground, the youngers lips migrating to Zayn's fleshy neck, nibbling on it.
Zayn screamed out when Harry bit down, extracting blood, the blond moaning loudly and moving to Zayn's collar bone were he re-opened another bite mark from their first encounters.
Zayn whimpered, some of Harry's hair coming out in his hands. "Hell," He grunted, bucking his hips into Harry's, there stiff, neglected groins clashing, rubbing together.
Harry's head feel back, loud moans escaping his lips. It was heavenly to Zayn's ears, looking at Harry so caught up in pleasure, his nails digging into Zayn's defined chest. "Fuck me," The Green eyes boy whined, leaning back down to kiss Zayn.
His mouth opened, allowing Zayn's tongue to dive in, swirling around in a pool of Harry's gathered spit. In any other situation, it would make Zayn gag and rinse his mouth out but the way Harry leaned over him, letting the spit to drip from his pink mouth, into Zayn's made the darker's cock twitch.
Zayn swished the liquid around in his mouth coating the cry dealing with a new; slimy feeing, which was replaced when their lips reattached, Harry slurping up his saliva and swallowing it. Zayn groaned, his hands reaching for Harry's jeans were he grabbed the button, ripping them open.
Harry squealed, pulling off Zayn were he discarded his trousers, throwing them across the room before something caught his eyes. "What's that?" He pointed to the paintings on the walls. Zayn smiled, pushing some hair out of Harry's face. "The story of us, Charming. Do you like it?"
Harry nodded, giggling.
He then turned back to Zayn, kissing his lips gently before they returned to their aggressive touching until there were both striped down to nothing but sweat and bite marks.
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Harry found himself pressed to the fuzzy carpet of the Art room, his legs spread with Zayn's warm tongue deep inside him, the callused hands pushing his cheeks apart, occasionally making their way into Harry's hole; holding the blond open to give Zayn's prodding tongue more access.
Harry panted, one of his hands holding the rug, the other clinging to Zayn's hair, ripping it out of his scalp. But Zayn liked it; hell, he loved it.
Harry was a freak in the sheets. Its scared Zayn that his Prince Charming had such a dirty mind but the deeper Zayn got under the surface, the more he realized who much Harry had been hiding away, how much of a slut he really was. especially for Zayn.
The elder brother realized that when he found Harry fucking his tongue, the curly's body pressing down on Zayn's mouth rapidly, the younger gasping for air as he got off on the wet, slippery muscle. "Dammit," Harry groaned, pushing faster, rocking his hips against Zayn's mouth.
Zayn drooled against Harry who only went faster. Soon, Zayn had to stop his brother, holding onto Harry's arse, spreading him wide and pushing his tongue as deep as he could, Harry bucking his hips down when Zayn bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a small mark.
Zayn himself had picked up on Biting Harry. He found it exhilarating the way the Green eyes cried and screamed and fucking begged for it. If Harry didn't have a biting fetish then the world was purple.
"Ahh, yeah!" Harry cried, his hands cupped around his balls.
He squeezed and rolled them in his hands; adding just enough pressure. And Zayn let him; He knew Harry needed this. Harry needed to be fucked and he needed to be fucked so hard.
Zayn crawled back up Harry, his teeth grazing the fresh bite marks, Zayn's favorite two being the ones around Harry's nipples, which he licked over, flicking the nub with his tongue, making Harry purr.
"Zaynie," Harry whispered in a soft, childlike voice that Zayn knew was the real Harry, the one under his horny side. "Yeah baby?" Zayn whispered back, pushing Harry's hair back and kissing the swollen lips delicately. "Love you," Was all he said, giggling as he wrapped his arms around Zayn's neck, bringing him down for yet another kiss.
But Zayn didn't complain. He love Harry's kisses, he craved them, every second of the day. "Charming," Zayn groaned, his hand finding Harry's groin and palming him.
Harry bit on his lip, glancing up at Zayn with wicked eyes, his hips moving along to Zayn's hand. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Zayn asked, cocking his head to the side, his eyes squinted. "Do you want me to pound into you?" he added.
Harry nodded eagerly. "Do you want me to shove my big cock up your perfect little ass?" Harry grinned, nodding again. "I'm gunna jerk on that little dick of yours till your begging me to let you cum," Zayn whispered in Harry's ear and the pale boy let out a muffled moan, his eyes rolling back. Harry didnt understand what Zayn was saying, but he sure as hell loved the way Zayn said them.
"You won't be able to feel your legs in the morning baby; you're going to be so sore." He grinned. Harry whimpered happily, gridding down again. "I'm going to pound into you."
Harry squirmed around, mouthing a 'more' and telling Zayn to finish talking dirty to him. "I'm going to play with your squishy little balls; I know how much you love that." He murmured, nibbling on Harry's ear lobe. "You like when I touch you there, don't you?" Zayn grasped Harry's genitals, squeezing them slightly making Harry's hips buck. "Yeah," He whined.
He wanted Zayn; he wanted him so bad.
"Please," He begged, his lip pouting out like a baby, quivering. His eyes watered up and his limbs begun to shake. "You're so sexy when you're innocent," Zayn growled, spitting in his hand. "You sure you're ready for this? Huh?"
Harry nodded his head fast, digging his nails into Zayn's stomach, making the top whimper.
"I love when you hurt me. It feels so fucking good." Zayn hummed, rubbing the spit around his twitching member. The wetness made Zayn achingly cold and craved the heat of his lover. "Please, Zaynie, I need it, please." Harry begged, moving his hips around to find Zayn's head.
When Zayn felt his tip press to Harry hole he couldn't hold back and he poked inside, finding comfort in Harry's warmth and the way the boy moaned. Their hands laced together tightly, Harry's pressed to the floor, each and every one of Zayn's fingers intertwined with Harry's small hands.
Zayn leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry's as he pushed the rest of the way in, hissing slightly. "So tight baby boy," He groaned, his mouth traveling to Harry's neck were he bit down roughly, leaving yet another red bite.
Harry screamed, thrashing slightly, begging Zayn to move his hips, to slam into his small raggedy body.
And Zayn did. He pulled almost all the way out before pummeling back in, burying himself to the hilt in Harry's tight arse. He did it again, and again, will he was fucking the youngers senseless, Harry's body pushing back and forth on the carpeted floor, barley even able to hold his eyes open.
"You like that? Eh?" Zayn panted staring Harry i the eyes as he slammed against Harry's small bundle of nerves, causing the Green eyed boy to yelp.
"Yes, Yes, Yes! I love it! Ahh," He chanted, his back arching off the ground. "Ah, fuck Hazz, you look so good. Yours so helpless with my cock up your arse." Zayn teased, his hand slapping against the pale skin of Harry's bum. "Your perfect little ass that I've been drooling over for years," He finished, giving Harry's ass another firm smack.
And apparently Harry liked that because he whimpered and asked for it again, letting his older brother pinch and slap the red skin.
Zayn realized then Harry had a pain kink. He liked it when Zayn was rough with him, biting him and spanking him and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing he had ever seen, he didn't know what was.
So hot that he found himself pulling out of Harry's heat and flipping on his back.
Harry knew just what to do; climbing on top of his older brother were he moved around to find exactly where he wanted to be, dropping his body down on Zayn's throbbing erection. "Ahh," He moaned quietly, his head falling backwards, his hands pressed to Zayn's chest as he rode on him, rocking his hips effortlessly.
And he continued like that, dropping down on Zayn's cock then picking back up and repeating, soon moving in a figure eight. Zayn and Harry both were whimpering, the occasional squeal escaping the smaller boy, his limbs shaking when Zayn hit his prostate perfectly.
"Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!" He yelled. It must have been the only words he really knew because he sure did like saying them. It made him feel big and tough, just like Zayn. But to Zayn, Harry was tough. He was a nasty freak in the sheets and Zayn fucking loved it as he scratched deep ridges into Zayn chest, drawing blood and Zayn loved that too, holding Harry's hips and moving his own, slamming up at a rapid pace. His stomach fluttering and his balls tightening, ready to shoot everything he had into his counterpart.
Harry's eyes were closed; his hands moving down Zayn's body to his cock were he grabbed himself, jerking unevenly. "Zaynie," He panted, looking down with hot breath that painted Zayn's face. "Let it go Charming, let it go all over me."
And Harry did. He spilled out of Zayn's stomach, leaking into Zayn's navel, covering his happy trail which Harry would be happy to lick up later, but now, Zayn was tensed up, holding himself back as to get a few more thrusts into Harry before shooting his load into the boys battered hole, all fault of Zayn Malik himself.
"Fuck, Ahh!" Zayn finished off, collapsing back with Harry on his chest, their bodies rising and falling rapidly. "That was amazing," Zayn breathed, running his hands through Harry's soft hair. "I like when your peepee goes up my bum." Harry sighed.
And just like that, innocent little Hazza was back and Zayn smiled, kissing the top of his brothers head before pulling his softening dick out of him. "Why don't you get dressed beautiful?"
Harry nodded, retreating to is clothes while Zayn cleaned himself off, smiling to himself. He then continued to get dressed, fixing his hair best he could. "Ready?" He turned to Harry who was having trouble with his shirt, getting frustrated with it. "I hate it," He groaned, throwing his shirt to the ground and crossing his arms. "Shh, shh charming it's okay. I'll help you with it."
Zayn picked up Harry's shirt, fixing it and putting it over Harry's head. Helping the boy pull it on, chuckling.
"Let's go," He grabbed Harry 's hand. This would be but the worst walk of shamed yet. The whole family would be sitting out there, snickering and laughing but when Zayn opened the door, they were no were to be found.
"Mum?" Zayn called, making his way into the kitchen but he could see from the backdoor that they were in fact in the backyard, except Niall and Louis who pranced down the stairs laughing. "Fuck me, fuck me! ahhh!" Niall teased, pinching Harry's red cheeks. "C'mon guys, that isn't cool." Zayn huffed. "Oh yeah, sorry Mr. 'I love it when you hurt me! Ahh, so tight Harry, so tight!"
Zayn pushed past them, blushing were he made his way out the back door with Harry's hand still wrapped around his own.
The adults proceeded to cheer and wolf whistle, making Zayn's cheeks even redder as he took his spot on a deck chair, Harry plopping down on his lap.
"We could hear you from here, you animals." Mark laughed. This family was going to be the death of Zayn. "Eh, it's okay kid, we get it. you missed each other, but I think we should send you both to a therapist if you're going to have bite marks like that every time you're in the same room together."
"Zayn likes when I bite him." Harry giggled.
Zayn literally face palmed, his neck reddening as well. Harry really was innocent, but he sure didn't know when to close his mouth.
"Diner's almost don't, don't worry!" Jay laughed, setting out buns for the hamburgers Mark was making, everyone playing in the yard her having a beer and talking. Like Liam who maned the condiments, helping jay set the table. He himself had become part of the family, seeing as he was over every day.
Zayn just sat with Harry perched on his lap, planting the occasional kiss to his neck of rubbing circles on his hip with his thumb. He just really, really, really missed Harry and was glad to have him back.
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