"Fuck, Z! Right there." Harry  pants heavily while his short nails scratch down his husband's tanned back beautifully.

And even though his back hurts like a bitch, since he is still laying on the hard ground of the rooftop, it doesn't stop him from screaming out Zayn's name louder with each thrust.

"Yeah? You like when I do this to you?" Zayn snaps his hip forward and hits his prostate harder, making the younger lad mewl in response. "You like it when I make you scream like this? Like it when you can't walk for days because of me? Huh?"

Unable to speak anything, Harry nods frantically and pulls Zayn closer by the shoulder. The older lad dips down his head and captures his husband's lips in a hungry kiss. The younger lad whimpers in the kiss when the tip of Zayn's cock hit his bundles of joy harder than before.

It's been so long since they felt each other in this way. In the most intimate way possible. So long since they made love.

The way they are holding each other, the way they are looking at each other while making love - it's like the other would disappear if they let go of them even for a second.

So they don't.

They don't let go of each other. They just keep on holding each other while making love passionately under the bare sky. Under the moon and the stars.

"Zee, I am-I am close." Harry whimpers against the side of Zayn's head when he feels  him nearing the orgasm. He moans and clutch Zayn's black hair harder at the feeling of Zayn sucking a love bite on his pulse point.

"Yeah." Zayn pants as he pulls away from his neck. Sweat dripping down his face as he looks as his husband's face which is sweaty as well. "Me too." He says whe he feels himself getting closer to his release as well. "Come for me, Haz."

Harry nods and pulls his face down into a sloppy kiss. It was more of a panting and moaning into each other's mouth than kissing. But nonetheless, it didn't stop them from feeling the pleasure mixed with the slight pain that comes with it.

"Fuck!" Harry cries out when Zayn starts stroking his member just like the way, he knows, will push Harry over the edge.

"Haz! Fuck!" The older lad push his face in the crook of Harry's pale neck as he feels the orgasm ripping through his body and comes deep into Harry.

"Fuck, Z!" His husband lets out a cry and arcs his back in pleasure, when Zayn feels the thick, hot liquid on his hand, that is still holding his member. Meaning, they both came together.

Zayn, not having even a bit of energy from the heavy orgasm they just experienced, pulls out quickly and falls down on his husband's chest instantly, resting his head on the younger lad's sweaty chest. Harry is quick to pull his husband in a tight embrace and kiss his damp hair whilst trying to catch his own breath.

"I love you." Zayn mumbles sleepily against Harry's chest, making the latter smile lazily.

"Love you too." Harry whispers before kissing his husband's jet black hair.

"Mm-hm." Zayn rolls down his body slowly and lazily takes his t-shirt from the side to clean up both himself and Harry a bit. Once done, he throws it away and cuddles to Harry's side. Harry laughs lightly but turns around nonetheless so that he could face Zayn and cuddle into his chest.

"It's good thing we put Aleeza to sleep before coming up here, isn't it?" Harry yawns while tangling his legs with Zayn's.

"Mm-hm." Zayn nods as he cuddles Harry closer to his chest. "Told ya, one day you'll be fucking under these stars. Well, more like getting fucked." Zayn chuckles which only earns him a light slap on his biceps.

"Shut up." Harry mumbles against Zayn's chest. "I am sleepy." And to prove his point, a yawn escape his lips, again.

"Yeah, I can see." Zayn whispers as he places a kiss on his curls. "Sleep, Jaan."

Harry nods and is about to fall asleep when a light tune of a piano is heard from their side. It sounds like Zayn's alarm tone. It also sounds muffled so it's probably in Zayn's Jean pocket which is lying on the side with their other discarded clothes. Frowning, Harry pulls away from his chest and looks at Zayn who is now smiling down at him lazily.

"Why do you have your alarm set at this late, Zee?" He looks at the tanned lad in confusion. "And why are you smiling like that?"

"Because..." Zayn whispers before planting a light kiss on his forehead, which is still damp from their previous activities. He smiles at his husband lovingly once he pulls awag. "It's our 3rd marriage anniversary."

Something seems to click in Harry's mind because he is now smiling wide at him.

"Oh my Go-" but before he could say anything, Zayn's lips are on his. Kissing him with so much love that has Harry melt in his arms. He pulls Zayn closer by the waist while the older lad cup the side of his face and kiss each other softly.

They don't care if they are lying naked, on nothing but a blanket on the hard ground of the rooftop. They don't care if there is no comfort of the room or that they haven't taken a shower. That they are still lying on the half-cleaned up mess they just made. Because they can be taken care of latet. The only thing that matters the most at this very moment, is that - they are here, with each other.

Zayn pecks his forehead softly once they pull away from the kiss and looks at him lovingly. He can see the light blush on Harry's cheek under the moonlight, making him look more angelic than ever.

"Happy marriage anniversary, jaan."

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