Harry
"Come on. Let's do it, curly!"
Zayn unscrews the top of a large bottle of green paint and spreads some of it on his palms to warm it up. I watch his movements and enjoy his phenomenal naked body, memorizing every part of his body, every mole. Now he takes a step, stands right in front of me and rubs his green palms over my nipples and massages them slowly and with slight pressure. My heartbeat is currently twice as fast, that's how it turns me on.
I have understood, am willing to join in it, I grab a red bottle and pour a large amount of paint into my hands. I gently spread it over his body. This sudden skin contact makes Zayn tremble with excitement. Muscles twitch, his eyes close and a deep moan comes out of his mouth. Carmine red glows on his tanned, flawless skin.
"Hazza, darling, your hands... I'm melting. Go on, don't stop," he whispers and is delirious. My lips are longing for him, for every single inch of Zayn. They wander unceasingly across his colored chest, kiss his hard nipples, my teeth bite slightly, until a loud groan comes out of his mouth and I know that this alone could bring Zayn to orgasm.
To hold back the orgasm he calls out: "Haz", lets himself fall to his knees in front of me, grabs my bottom and massages it devotionally. "Baby", I gasp, press my bum tighter into his hands and hope for the promised blow job. With my eyes closed I wait for his warm mouth to wrap around my dick and give me the climax of a lifetime. Far from it!
"Zayn?", he whines. "Baby, please."
A short laugh from him, then he kneels behind me and the warm paint wetted my back, my ass and my thighs. Zayn's hands are suddenly everywhere. His fingers smear the liquid on my heated body and gradually bring me into ecstasy.
"Green, like dewy grass. Green, like sparkling emeralds. Green, like my first painting of you. Green, like your mysterious eyes. Green,... as you are, Hazza," he whispers into my ear and nibbles at my earlobe. I feel goose bumps, nothing but goose bumps.
With two fingers Zayn pushes my hair, which falls over my shoulders, aside and sucks in my crook of the neck. "You are so unique, so gorgeous... so..." he whispers in a sexy voice. "There is no word that could describe you. I don't have words to explain exactly how I am feeling right now. You are...incredibly ... erotic, Styles. Every fiber of your being is pure sex."
I am euphoric by his declaration of love and float in bliss. I hear his heart beating, like Morse code. As his heart beat, so does mine. Two hearts as one.
"Kneel down," he says, and I sink next to him on the warm wooden floor. We are made for each other. I'm aflame whenever Zayn touches me. I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine.
"Kiss me", I murmur, tracing the outline of his full lips with my thumb. "I love you", he whispers, pressing another kiss to my collarbone. In the heat, red and green mix on our bodies.
"Fuck me, Zee." I mumble almost silently and can hardly hold back my craving for this mysterious man. My head is literally spinning, I am on fire and my manhood hurts.
"Haz...I want you, too. I want you to shout my name; I want your body to twitch, you to scream in ecstasy," he reveals, not letting me out of his sight for a second.
"What are you waiting for, Zayn?" I breathe and am hardly able to speak anymore, just want to feel him - inside me, on top of me and beneath me. Zayn is my world, my magic potion.
Green fingers wrap around my cock, caressing the bulging head, that a shiver runs through my body. I want to savour this moment a little longer and keep it forever in my head.
Zayn
My curly head groans at the friction, moans and begs for more. When he starts to stroke himself, I tell him:
"Don't touch yourself."
"Take me, then." he gasps and points to his big, rock-hard cock. I can't get enough of it. With my index finger I tracing the purple vein on his penis. Harry is full of lust. My tongue feels the pulsation. His eyes widen and reflect lust.
"Zayn," he moans out loud and turns me on even more. My tongue licks the tip of his dick and my mouth sucks it with pleasure. "Jesus, Zee, please don't stop." slipping past his tongue.
"Baby, you don't know how good you taste," I mumble with my mouth full. As I continue to suck and lick, my fingers grasp the rest of his dick that doesn't fit into my mouth and move up and down on it. Harry's moaning gets louder and louder.
"Zayn, please... fuck me," he stammers.
I'm shaking my head because I'm not going to fuck him.
"Hazza, darling ...not now. Let's try the 69," I murmur. "I still owe you a blow job."
His big hands, his long fingers grab my ass and bring my lower abdomen closer to his face. I feel heat and pleasant moisture around my penis; while I have Hazzas in my mouth.
We both lose ourselves in intimacy, in the intoxication of love and have only one desire, the desire to explode together with pleasure. With powerful, wild thrusts he lets me feel every inch of his member. In return, Harry sucks on my cock with the greatest devotion. From time to time I feel his teeth digging into my flesh; careful, but perceptible. A slight pain that almost drives me mad.
"Harreh...ahhh."
"Mmhhhh," he moans and I get hot and cold because I feel his passion.
The room is filled with our love and our moaning. Red and green paint sticks to our bodies and also spreads on the floor. They mix, like Harry and I melting into each other. We both melt into one single embrace.
My face buried deeper into his well shaped lower abdomen and kisses the butterfly on his skin. Everything smells like sex, everything sounds like sex. When Harry finally massages my balls, I am close to the corporal explosion. My orgasm is clearly imminent. I moaned loudly as my legs started shaking. An incredible heat runs through my body. The urge to be overwhelmed by lust becomes greater. He himself pants faster and louder, because I work harder with my tongue. His movements become more ecstatic, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper. At the same time his mouth sucks so strongly on my cock as if it wanted to take the last drop out of me. He is really good at is sucking. We are both exhausted, finally want to release.
"Babyyyy... Jeesus, Zaaayyn!" he yells. "I'm close!"
Those words ....I want to cum.
A muscle twitch, a moan and an adrenaline rush shoot through me. "Haz, cum for me".
The curly head shouts out in pleasure, digs his fingernails into my skin, pours his hot sperm into my mouth, as I pour my cum in his mouth endless...milky...salty.