"Zayn.."

With his eyes closed, Harry releases a painful, breathy moan as he finally sits on his husband's cock. His back arcs in pleasure when Zayn's cold fingertips touch his smooth, warm back, pulling the younger lad closer so that their chests are touching.

"You okay?" Zayn whispers against his cheek  as his hands travel down Harry's back, towards his ass and squeeze them a bit, making the younger lad moan.

He hopes Harry is okay. Despite all his wishes to roll them over and fuck this green eyed boy senseless, Zayn knows Harry  needs time to adjust. Cz even after prepping him so much with almost half bottle of lube, Harry is still tight as fuck, making it impossible for Zayn to control his desires.

"Ye-yeah! Just, it's been-it's been too long." Harry mumbles as Zayn kiss the tears away from his cheek, that fell during the prepping, when Zayn's fingers rubbed against his prostate.

"Take your time, babe." Zayn whispers before taking Harry's mouth in his. Harry gasps when Zayn squeezes his bum again, giving Zayn the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth.

"Haz." Zayn moans against his lips, when he feels Harry moving slowly on his cock.

"I love you." Harry breathes, pulling Zayn's face up by the neck to kiss him deeper.

Zayn doesn't remember how many times has passed but he doesn't care. All that can be heard in this room, is their moans and grunts. Zayn fucking wants to record these sounds because they are like honey to his ears.

He also wants to take a picture of Harry because he looks so beautiful right now. With swollen lips, loves bites scattered all over his sweaty body, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead and love in those green eyes.

He looks beautiful.

He looks like an art.

"Fuck!" Throwing his head back, Harry cries out in pleasure when Zayn thrusts upward, hitting his precious bundle of nerves.

"Zayn fu-fuck! D-Do that agai-again." Zayn nods his head before thrusting again, at the same time Harry sinks down on his cock, making both the boys moan.

"I am-I'm gonna-" Harry cries out as he starts riding his cock faster.

With his one hand placed right above Zayn's heart and the other pulling his own curls in pleasure, Harry rides him like a horse while moaning Zayn's name over and over again.
Zayn too, can't hold back his moans right now. Especially when Harry is riding him like this, taking him to an unknown land of pleasure.

He knows Harry is close, from the way his breathing has become uneven and he is riding him so desperately.

He knows he's close too. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach and the way his upward thrusts are getting sloppy. So he holds Harry tighter against his chest with one hand while the other tugs on his member.

"Come for me, Haz." Still tugging, Zayn whispers into his ears while matching his thrusts with Harry's. Sucking the earlobe before pulling him in a passionate kiss.

And that's what needed for Harry to come hard and heavy on both their abdomens with a loud cry of Zayn's name. Leaving them creamy and white with his come.

Chasing his own release, Zayn rolls them over so now Harry is laying on bed and he's on top of the tired lad. Harry, despite of him feeling tired from a heavy orgasm, holds Zayn close to him as the older lad starts thrusting harder and deeper into his heat. He moans when Harry tangles his fingers into his black hair, pulling it harder when Zayn hits his prostate again, making him whimper from how over-sensitive he is  feeling. Zayn buries his face into Harry's neck as he feels, he is just a second away to his orgasm.

"Ha-Harry..." The older boy released a strangled moan as he comes hard and deep into Harry. The younger lad gasps at the warm feeling in him and holds his husband tighter.

No one says anything for a while. Both stay laying in each other's naked embrace as they try to catch their breaths. Nothing could be heard in the room except their laboured breathing as a comfortable silence blankets them.

"Zayn?" Harry whispers, breaking the comfortable silence first.

Zayn looks up from where he has his face buried in Harry's neck to look at the green eyed lad. He smiles tiredly at the younger lad but it soon turns into a concerned frown when he sees the fear behind those glassy eyes. He cups a side of his now red face as he looks at him in concern. Harry doesn't say anything just turns his face in Zayn's hand and nuzzles into it.

"Haz-What happened?"

"Please don't leave me this time." Harry whispers, not looking at his husband.

"Haz, look at me."

Harry shakes his head but when Zayn kisses his temple, he slowly turns his face to look at him.

"Haz." Zayn looks deep into his eyes. "I don't remember why I did what I did but I promise, I will never leave you ever again." Zayn whispers sincerely to him to which Harry nods. Zayn smiles before leaning down and joining their foreheads together.

"Promise me you won't leave me either." Zayn asks in a whisper. His lips ghosting against Harry's.

"I promise." Harry whispers back before sealing their lips together in a sweet kiss.

The husband's smile at each other once they pull away. Harry giggles softly when he sees Zayn scrunching his nose at the sticky feeling on his abdomen.

"Guess, it's time for shower." Harry giggles from where he's still lying underneath Zayn. Zayn raises and eyebrow and smirks at the giggling lad. He leans down and whispers into his ears.

"Yeah! It's time for shower and-" Zayn nibbles softly on his earlobe, making the younger lad release a breath moan. He smirks again before finishing his sentence.

"-And for round two."

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Later that night, when Harry is peacefully asleep in Zayn's safe embrace, the older lad looks at him lovingly in the dark.

The moonlight seeping through the curtains, is making his sleeping face more angelic than it already is. Zayn rubs a thumb along his jaw as he leans down and kisses his forehead gently.

Zayn chuckles softly when Harry cuddles into his chest more.

"I-I though I just liked you, Haz." Zayn whispers in the silence of the room.

"But-but I was so wrong." Smiling, Zayn whispers as runs his hand in his curls ever so softly.

He leans down a bit so that his mouth is now near to Harry's left ear. He smiles before whispering the words he has realised today. Words that he wanted to say during their love making but couldn't say.

Words that he know, means so much to both him and Harry.

"Main tumse pyaar karta hoon, Jaan."
[I love you, love.]

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See, I am not that evil 😂 smut time, kids.

Um, I hope the smut was alright?

P.S. If you are confused, in Hindi and Urdu, the word "Jaan" actually means life but we often call our loved ones by Jaan as well :)

P.S.S. I LOVE THIS WORD SO MUCH ❤ People who have read "For You Only" might know my obsession with this word 😂

I love/loce you all. xxx