Liam has done just as Zayn asked, as he knew he would. Zayn enters their temporary bedroom at Harry's house, standing in the door way for a moment to admire his boyfriend.

The gag is their favourite, a light blue ball gag, the ball large enough that it makes his jaw ache but small enough for it to be comfortable for long wear. It's laid out on the pillow beside Liam's head, along with his ankle and wrist restraints, soft in the inside but still a firm hold.

Zayn smiles to himself when he sees the blindfold wrapped and tied around his gorgeous boy's eyes.

He knows they'll need to address the letter sooner rather than later, but for now they both need to forget and let loose.

"Mmm, look at you," Zayn hums, voice low and sultry as he walks around the bed to collect the toys he wants to use. "How are you feeling about using the gag? You'll have the buzzer," Zayn adds. They always use another way for him to safeword if he can't speak.
"Good," Liam answers after licking his lips, voice thick and heavy.

Zayn takes his time preparing him; placing kisses across his skin and replacing his lips with the restraints. Liam shivers or whimpers at every touch, the anticipation making him so desperate for touch.

"Ah-ah, be a good boy," Zayn reprimands when Liam tries to push his dick up against him for some friction. Liam whines, arching his back but keeping his hips pinned to the bed where Zayn had pushed them back down. "Sit up, my love."

Zayn makes quick work of positioning Liam, not wanting to make him wait too long. He attaches the ankle straps and the wrist cuffs together, left wrist to left ankle and the same on his right.

With Liam's back pressed to the headboard, he raised his wrists, and therefore his ankles to attach them to hooks on the headboard.

Liam is flushed down his chest which is moving up and down faster than before now that he is in position and hopefully about to get what he wants. In this position Liam knows he'll have no chance of mercy, no way of wriggling away from anything Zayn does. He's usually in this position for some of their more interesting scenes.

"Wow," Zayn breathes, settling on the bed in front of Liam, still not touching. "So beautiful, Li, all exposed and unable to do anything about it."

Liam's cheeks redden even more, to Zayn's satisfaction, and he tries to hide his face in his shoulder.
"Hey, none of that, be good. I want to be able to see all of you, including this gag between your lips. Open up," Zayn tells him, voice strong and Liam finds himself opening his mouth for a Zayn to slip the gag inside without even thinking about it. "Good boy."

Zayn pushes the buzzer into Liam's right hand, asking him to demonstrate how he would use it off he needed to in the scene. Liam obliges, pressing it once for green, twice for yellow and pressing it and holding for red.

There is no warning before Liam feels something soft draw a line down his left foot. He yelps, surprised by the sudden sensation. His squirms to escape the feather Zayn wields as he drags it down his neck, dipping in to tease at his armpits, and down his chest. He circles his nipples with a touch so soft it leaves Liam whining desperately, wanting- needing - more.

Zayn smirks to himself as he takes the feather away, giving Liam a moment of rest before he returns it, dragging just the tip over his balls. Liam jumps, dick bobbing, begging to be touched, for something. The feather drawing thin lines up and down his shaft makes Liam moan, aborted groans leaving his lips as Zayn dances the feather towards his tip but never actually touches it.

Just as the feather finally stroke over his slit, the touch is gone and it returns on his feet again. It's Zayn's fingers now, scraping his nails over the soles of his partners feet. He delights in the high pitched laugh that bubbles up and escapes from Liam's mouth, albeit muffled through the gag. He thrashes, unable to control his limbs as he attempts - unsuccessfully - to move away.

Zayn grins, drags his nails down the backs of Liam's calves, to the backs of his knees, pleased with how airy his laughs are getting, almost non-existent as his chest heaves up and down.  His hands continue tickling down his legs until he reaches Liam's arse. The gentle, teasing touches contrasted by the quick and heavy slaps he lands on the meaty part of Liam's thighs and cheeks.

Liam gasps, a muffled moan followed by a whine as the slaps continue. He is still trying to catch his breath when Zayn stops smacking his now rosy skin and pushes one slick finger into his hole, pushing through the resistance until it's in until the knuckle.

Zayn laughs lightly when Liam tries to say something through the gag but it only comes out garbled.
"What was that?" Zayn teases and crooks his finger the way he knows Liam loves. It cuts off the reply Liam was going to try and make, all hope of forming words lost as he melts into the bed and moans loudly.

"Maybe we should've used a bigger gag. Haven't even got two fingers inside you and you're moaning so prettily," Zayn tells him, pressing his fingertip against that spot that makes Liam go mad before pulling it out completely.

"How you doing, baby?" Zayn asks, smoothing. His hands up and down Liam's thighs as he waits for the answer. One buzz answers his question, reassuring him that his boy is enjoying himself. "Oh look at that," Zayn coos, his teasing tone back in his voice. "Somebody is needy."

He wipes his finger through the puddle of precome collecting on Liam's skin, sucking his finger into his mouth loudly so Liam knows what he's doing. Liam adores Zayn's mouth, loves everything he does with it and god does he love it when Zayn eats his come. He whines, wishing he could see Zayn's lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue moving in ways he wish it would to him.

"You want me to touch you, Li? To wrap my hand around you and make you come? Or do you want me to make it slow, make you wait for it - edge you over and over until you cry?"

Liam nods when Zayn asks his first two questions but begins shaking his head, vehemently disagreeing with his last question. Zayn hums like he's mulling it over as he takes Liam's dick, red and heavy, in his hand.

"What's that? You like the sound of the second choice? Me too," Zayn taunts, slicking his hand with lube before wrapping it around just the tip. He closes the hole in the top of his fist, squeezing as he drags his hand up and down slightly. Liam groans and his stomach muscles clench as his need builds further.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Zayn asks. "Just imagine it's my mouth on your cock, taking you in all the way," he imitates what he's saying with his hands. "Imagine me looking up at you, lips wrapped around your tip as I dip my tongue into your slit. Imagine me bringing you closer and closer, your balls drawing up as you get ready to come and then - nothing."

Liam writhes in his restraints, dick pulsing and hole clenching. Zayn laughs and pats his balls firmly.
"Not so fast. You're not allowed to come until I've came twice," Zayn reprimands. "And even that is at my own pace."

Harry rolls his eyes fondly when he hears the moans and noises coming from upstairs. They've not even been in his house for an hour and they're already hooking up. He knows that sometimes they need it, it's well known that ignoring a dominant or submissive needs is dangerous - it's no different to his and Louis' kneeling sessions really, just more sexual.

Louis' face is beet red when he realises what he's listening to, avoiding eye contact with Harry.

"Maybe I should've invested in better soundproofing," Harry jokes, sighing when Louis sits up and pointedly looks away from him. "Louis, what's wrong?"
"I just - isn't that something you want? To do things like that?" Louis asks shyly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
"Maybe. I want to do what's good for both of us, when it's good for both of us. I don't expect you to be sexual with me just because you're my sub," Harry soothes, stroking a hand down Louis' back.

He wriggles his hand beneath his shirt, touching the warm skin there.
"What if I want to be sexual with you?" Louis asks, cheeks rosy and mouth turned into a mischievous grin. Harry chokes on his own breath, letting Louis pat his back until his breathing returns to normal. Louis giggles, smiling sweetly at Harry.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven," Harry murmurs, eyes wide as he looks at Louis. Louis rolls his eyes fondly and leans in to kiss Harry, a soft noise escaping his lips as Harry's tongue moves with his own.

"No more, Lou. We're still figuring things out and we need to discuss what we're comfortable doing before we do it. We're going to have plenty time to talk considering I'm practically bed ridden," Harry huffs at the last part, glancing forlornly at his leg.

Louis makes a pitiful noise, worming his hand under Harry's top to rest over his heart as he tucks his head under his chin, pressing kisses to the skin there.

When Zayn finally leaves the bed, his boy asleep after a very tiring scene, he picks up the envelope and places it on the bedside table. He pointedly looks away from the manilla covered letter as he passes the bed to go to the shower.

After his shower he curls up besides Liam, stroking and kissing his hair while he makes notes in his phone. It's something he does after every scene, writes down what they did and his opinion, leaving room to type out Liam's thoughts, too. They started it when they first started scening to navigate what was good and what wasn't as fun, especially for when they were figuring out how they'd work together with Liam being a switch. In the back of his mind a voice tells him he'll have to leave more room soon as they're getting a new sub.

As he begins to type he thinks back to their scene.

Liam groans at the news that his dom gets to come twice before he even gets a chance, bucking his hips as Zayn licks a sloppy stripe over his hole. Zayn brings his strong hands up to hold him still, thumb rubbing around his rim and dipping in when his tongue pulls out.

"Look at that, your hole is just opening up so nicely. Such a slut for it, Li, aren't you?" Zayn prompts, pleased when Liam desperately nods his head. Liam chokes on the words 'a slut for you, Z' when Zayn pushes three fingers into his slick hole and his mouth works it's way up to his balls.

"Such a good boy, but such a naughty hole," Zayn murmurs deeply, a fourth finger slipping in beside his others. "Greedy."

Liam tries to warn him as he feels his orgasm fast approaching, garbled words falling on deaf ears as Zayn sucks on his balls and presses the tips of his fingers against that special spot inside of him that makes him see stars.

He knows that Liam will need something to make him feel owned and good for Zayn a little longer than their scene. He knows what his boy needs.

It continues like that, Zayn teasing and bring Liam to the edge in different ways, the sensitivity making the intense pleasure almost painful.

"How about your pretty little cock fucks me until I come while you hold your come back?" Zayn suggests, though he doesn't wait for an answer, just begins to slick Liam up slowly, careful not to push him over the edge.

Liam's limbs shake as Zayn lowers himself down, glad that Liam had been too out of it to notice him opening himself up when he gave him a break between edges. Zayn rocks against him, hands exploring the lean chest in front of him to pinch at his nipples.

Lewd compliments spill from his lips as he fucks himself down onto his boyfriend, eyes never leaving the man in front of him. The sheen of sweat makes him glow almost obscenely and Zayn just wants to lick his chest and taste his man.

"Bet you wish you could touch me, stroke me until I come on your chest, so you wouldn't have to hold out as long. But it's not about that, is it? It's about you making me feel good and it feels best getting fucked by you when I know you're struggling to not come in my ass, leave your mark, because I told you you can't  no matter how much you want to," Zayn babbles, reaching a hand up to wipe up the drool from Liam's chest and use it as lube as he touches himself.

His words are reduced to curse words and praises and Liam's name as he marks him with hot ropes of come, landing on his chest and jaw.

Liam wails as Zayn tightens impossibly around him, toes curling and fists forming as he shakes with the effort to be good and wait for permission to come. 

Zayn waits until Liam isn't whimpering with each breath before he pulls off, making a pitiful noise at the sight of his straining cock.
"Look so pretty all desperate and covered in my come," Zayn tells him, stroking a gentle hand down his thigh to pat him gently on the arse.

"Let's fill up this greedy hole since you've been waiting so patiently," Zayn decides. Liam moans and nods at the idea, trying to present himself even more than he already is in this position, wants to please Zayn so much. "Good boy, taking it so good."

Zayn works slowly to get the shapely plug into the puffy hole, grinning at the moan of realisation Liam lets out. He knows this plug well. It curves up and around his prostate, tiny bumps and ridges pressing into him even more when Zayn presses the switch on the remote, the toy buzzing to life.

Liam thrashes, desperate to get away from the too much of the toy but begging to get more. He gulps in his breaths as Zayn strokes his legs gently, a contrast to the powerful vibrations inside of him causing his dick to leak like a faulty faucet.

Zayn uncuffs his legs, massaging the stiff muscle beneath the skin as he lowers them down and attaches them to the side of the bed. This changes the angle of the plug tormenting Liam's insides and the switch howls beneath Zayn.

Ignoring Liam's dick, Zayn shuffles himself up the bed so he's kneeling over Liam's chest. He deftly undoes the ball gag, placing it on the towel he's laid out on the bedside table for all the tools he's using.

"Please, Z, please. I need to come, pleeeease," Liam whines, sucking obediently on Zayn's thumb when the tanned boy pushes it against his lips.

"You gonna put your mouth to good use, pretty boy?" Zayn taunts, enjoying the dark flush settled on Liam's cheeks as he nods, a couple of wayward tears making their way down his cheeks. "You better ask nicely for me to use your mouth."
"Please, Z. Please fuck my mouth until you come," Liam begs, voice wavering due to the waves of pleasure thrumming through him as he tries to keep his orgasm at bay.

Zayn hums his approval, cupping Liam's jaw as he pushes in past his puffy lips. Liam moans around him, tonguing at his slit. Neither boy holds back, Zayn thrusting roughly, knuckles white as he holds on to the headboard for leverage, with Liam choking as he hits the back of his throat, tears running steadily.

Liam is spurred on by the groans coming from his dom above him, wishes he could see him, see his abs moving with his thrusts, see his eyes roll back as his hips stutter, see his teeth pulling at his lip as he swears and calls out his name - but then Liam is focusing on swallowing his Dom's load and trying to breath as his nose is smushed into Zayn's dark pubes.

When Zayn pulls out Liam is coughing to get his breath back, drool and come dripping down his chin. Zayn strokes a gentle hand over Liam's hair as he reaches back to untie the blindfold.

"You've been good so far. You don't want to ruin it and be bad at the end do you?" Zayn says, voice stern as he connects eyes with Liam. The boy shakes his head, eager to please and wait for permission despite the tears leaking from his eyes from desperation.

Zayn nods, pleased as he shuffles back down the bed. He grins at the strangled wail Liam lets out when the wet heat of his mouth covers his cock. His tongue swirls around the tip as he twists the plug around. Liam is panting rapidly, high pitched whimpers leaving his lips with each breath. Zayn sits back, locking eyes with Liam as he works his hand over him.

"Zayn- sir, I can't - can't hold on any longer -" Liam cries, desperately trying to behave.

The waves of pleasure crash over him, vision darkening at the edges as he tips over the edge. But then-

"No more," Zayn decides, hand leaving Liam's skin, the vibrating inside him ending. Liam thrashes at his bonds, but Zayn holds his hips to the bed, watching with hooded eyes as Liam's dick weakly oozes nothing more than one glob of come. Liam is wracked with cries, hours of desperation leading to a moment of potential release, but all he got was a torturous ruin.

Zayn holds Liam until his sobbing subsides, replaced by silent sniffles. He takes his time pressing the water bottle to Liam's lips to give him sips, massaging his tired limbs and cuff marks, kissing his red cheeks. He murmurs soft words of praise and encouragement in his ear as he towels him down, careful when he wipes down the half hard cock bobbing between his thighs sticky with come. Liam hisses at the contact but Zayn shushes him and placates him with a gentle kiss to the lips.

When Liam has eaten an energy bar and drank a full bottle of water, well after Zayn can tell that Liam won't come from the stimulation, he lays him down on the bed and very slowly eases out the plug. Liam is almost asleep when he feels the cold, hard metal encasing his cock. He jerks awake, making a questioning noise as Zayn locks the cage around him.

"You're mine, sweetheart. And this will make sure you don't forget that."

Harry and Louis sense the change, but they don't get more than a 'we're going through some changes' from either of the men. Zayn and Liam continue dutifully looking after their friends, and sometimes it's easy to forget their upcoming meeting with a new member.

When Louis is completely healed up he drives Harry to his physio appointments, helps him in the shower which leads to awkward boners and clumsy kisses. Harry pulls Louis into his lap sometimes, careful of his leg, and whispers soft words of praise in his ear as he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes up and down leisurely. He enjoys the way Louis gasps and shivers, arching into his touch. Each whimper and moan goes straight to Harry's dick, straining against Louis' arse.

Harry relents after nearly three weeks of wanking off Louis, sometimes during his kneeling sessions to help him tip over into subspace - something he is very good at - and allows Louis to return the favour.

Louis smiles shyly at him as he kisses down his abdomen until he reaches his hips, hands smoothing over Harry's skin as if he's afraid he'll never get the chance to touch again. Harry lets him take his sweet time, enjoys watching (and feeling) Louis massaging his balls, squeezing at the tip and twisting on the down stroke. He strokes Louis' hair as he groans his name, all of the praise under the sun falling from his lips.

When Harry has gained enough energy to pull Louis up to his side Louis smiles shyly and ducks his head.
"Was it okay?" He asks nervously, fiddling with the blanket Harry pulls over their hips.
"Lou," Harry chuckles, tipping Louis' head back with a finger under his chin so he looks him in the eye. "It was amazing. You're so good for me, love. You've been so good these past few weeks, I think we could try exploring some more aspects of our relationship, what works for us and our dynamic."

Louis doesn't answer, just leans forwards and presses their lips together gently. Harry smiles softly as he cups his cheek, pulling back to stare intently into his eyes.
"I lo-"

"Guys, we need to talk," Liam says as he and Zayn enter the room.
"Liam and I have been assigned a new sub, we're going to meet him now. We just - it's going to be difficult and we don't know how it's going to work."
"Hey," Harry soothes, cheeks pink from being interrupted. "You'll be fine. I hope everything goes well."
"Yeah. It'll be okay, guys," Louis agrees, giving them an encouraging smile.

Zayn and Liam hold hands as they walk from the car to the doors of the building. A heavy sigh leaves both of them, a blank gaze shared between them and then they push through the doors to face their future.