It didn't take long for them to get home, both were too excited to waste any more time on shopping.

All the way back to their place, Harry was making different scenarios in his head, ways to use the toys he bought, he wanted to make the most of them, and to be honest, he was scared too, he didn't want to go to in deep with his other side.

He wouldn't show that to people, he was kinky, he wanted to explore different ways of satisfying both of their needs.But that side was still a mystery to himself too, he couldn't dig too deep before.

So we could say he was excited, but at the same time he wanted to just run away and hide everything, he showed the kinks before, and he guessed Zayn wasn't really a fan of what he might do.

He used to buy everything he thought was fun to use, but he didn't have anyone to share them with.

Dildos and other stuff they bought together today? He already had them. Well, stuff like them.

This time he wanted Zayn to choose whatever he wanted, whatever he thought he was comfortable with, he didn't want to drop everything on him at once.

When they got home, Harry disappeared to the bathroom with the stuff they bought, claiming he is gonna wash them.

Zayn sat on their bed, weak at the knees, his nerves were dancing with excitement and Harry was taking too long to clean the damn toys.

So after 15 minutes of waiting, he ran out of patience, he knocked on the door, "you good in there?"

He was genuinely concerned at this point, "y-yeah," came from other side of the door, Harry sounded unsure, so Zayn tried to open the door but it was locked, "unlock the door Haz," Zayn demanded, he was getting a bad feeling about the whole thing.

"I- I'll be out in a sec-" his voice was too shaky to ignore, "right now Harry,"

It took a minute for Harry to finally open the door for him.

Zayn wasn't sure what happened to Harry, but he looked like he saw a ghost, his breathing was short but loud, his lips were bleeding from how hard he was chewing on them.

Stepping closer to Harry wasn't the best idea, Harry backed away, trying to act cool.

None of them were virgins obviously, so it was normal that Zayn was confused.

"what's wrong Harry?" Zayn tried this time to get closer to Harry with a soothing voice.

Still, Harry moved away, biting on his nails this time, looking around the room wondering how to explain to Zayn what is happening with him, when he himself had no idea.

"this was a- this was a bad idea, we should- just- I don't know- let's forget abou-"

Zayn caught him off, taking his hand, bringing him closer. Harry walked to him, not looking at Zayn though.

"look at me," Zayn mumbled, searching for Harry's eyes, "why would we let this go? I wanna try it," he really did, it wasn't a secret to him that Harry had a kinky side, they never really had much time -or money- to explore it, but now everything is just perfect to give it a chance.

"it will be too- it will be too much for you," Harry spoke his heart, he was sure whatever he wants will be too much to handle for Zayn. For anyone.

"how do you know that?" Zayn asked thoughtfully, trying not to frown at Harry, keeping his face calm.

Harry went quiet for a second, he sat on the edge of the tub, "remember when I punished you? when you first came here? I'm sure you didn't enjoy that." He was on the verge of crying, he didn't want to hurt Zayn, he didn't want Zayn to think he is crazy.

Zayn smiled, something Harry didn't expect from him, "yep, I remember that day clearly, but you detoxified my body didn't you?" at least that's what Harry thought he was doing, "and, it was a punishment, I wasn't supposed to like it."

Harry chuckled at that, it was true, but still, he was scared. He stayed quiet, still not looking at Zayn who was standing in front of him.

"Harry seriously, if you are not gonna use them on me, I'm just gonna have to do it myself." That definitely gave Harry the motivation he needed, cuz Zayn really really really wanted Harry allover himself, being himself, not being afraid.

He knew he was safe with Harry, he wouldn't hurt him.

Harry gave him a look, searching to see if he meant what he said, "I don't like threats," Harry huffed, getting up, putting a hand on Zayn's neck, making him to look up for a kiss.

They made out for a minute or two, Harry pushed Zayn to the wall, locking his hands above his head. With his thigh, Harry opened Zayn's legs, humping him.

"fuck," Zayn moaned, moving his face away to get some air, Harry gave him a mark on his neck, "go lay on the bed, naked, I'll be back." Harry ordered, giving Zayn a last bite on his earlobe.

Zayn was so shaky, he got rid of his clothes as fast he could, he laid there staring at the ceiling.

He kept making different ideas of wanting to get fucked in his brain.

When Harry get back, he thought Zayn would be touching himself since Harry didn't ban him, but there he was, with his cock jumping every couple of second from whatever he was fantasizing about.

Feeling of being watched was so intense that dragged Zayn out of his dreamland, he just couldn't move when he saw how Harry is watching him, he just stared back at Harry, who had a big box in his hand.

"I brought some of my toys too," Harry said, cheeks flushed, he put the box on the bed, "I never used them, choose what you want to play with." He explained as he opened the box.

There was almost everything in there. Zayn looked around the box, "how many can I choose?" he decided to ask before he gets too excited.

"I don't know; choose as many you want."

Zayn just nodded, he picked a gag ball, handcuffs, the flashligh they bought. He could choose more, but he wanted to keep some of them. Just to have something to look forward to.

Harry put the box aside, and brought the lube and condom too, he dropped them on the bed where Zayn laid back.

Harry was still in his clothes, which was bothering Zayn, "get rid of the clothes,"

"come and get them off of me," Harry could give Zayn a strip tease, but with how Zayn's hands were shaking, this was more fun, watching Zayn fumble with the buttons of his shirt.

Harry didn't let him near his boxers, as they were standing face to face, Harry kissed Zayn slowly pushing him on the bed.

Blindly Zayn crawled on the bed, the kiss was messy, but he could feel Harry's chest on his, and that was always a plus side for him, he let go of Harry's hair to feel his back muscles.

The smaller boy was getting impatient, Harry was holding him down and all he wanted was some friction, a simple touch on his dick, so he arched his back, trying to hump Harry, who pulled away the second he felt Zayn moving like a fish under him.

With a low mewl, Zayn showed how he didn't like them to be apart, "be patient," Harry whispered to Zayn's ear, "give me your hands," Zayn did, he knew he was about to get cuffed, he followed Harry's movements with his eyes, waiting to be over with the preparations already.

When Harry was done with the cuffs, "mouth, open up," he inserted the gag too.

Harry flipped Zayn on his stomach, "on your four," Zayn did as he was told, adding a bit of spice by opening up his legs, arching his back to show how excited he is.

Watching your lover having goosebumps allover his skin cuz he is waiting for you is something was making Harry go crazy, he moved his nails on Zayn's skin, who was falling apart and they haven't even started yet.

Harry could go harsh, spank him, slap him, make him cry with pain and pleasure, but he decided to be a bit soft this time.

So he put his mouth on the ring on muscles, Zayn didn't expect the warm sensation on him, he moaned around the gag, feeling Harry trying to open him up with his tongue, he wanted to curse, but all came out was a happy cry, he wanted to hump the bed, though Harry was keeping him in place, it went down when Harry inserted his first finger near the sinful tongue of his.

Zayn wanted to beg for more, that wasn't possible, so he pushed himself to Harry's mouth, showing how this wasn't enough anymore.

Harry got the message, he gave the last bite on Zayn's ass cheek, he put lube on Zayn's dick and put the flashlight on him, in that position he could fuck the toy, "don't move," so Zayn stayed still even though the feeling around his dick was making his thighs shake.

Harry got rid of his boxers, he moved Zayn so his dick was right on Zayn's lips, "suck," he ordered, taking a fist full of Zayn's hair and pushed him to take more of him in.

He successfully made him gag, he saw Zayn fucking the flashlight like he wanted him to, watching him on his four, sucking Harry and fucking a toy like that was heaven itself.

"do not cum, you hear me?" Harry said as he forced Zayn to look at him, he was properly fucked, with saliva ruining down his chin.

Harry kept Zayn's face up with the grip on his hair, watching him getting closer to his orgasm, "I- I'm so close," Harry smirked, "stop," he ordered next to Zayn's ear, it was so intense that it took everything in Zayn not to cum right there.

But he stopped, his mouth was free so he begged, "please, please! Jus-"

"what do you want?"

Zayn cried, it was too much, "please, I want you!"

So Harry decided Zayn had enough, he flipped him on his back again, wanting to see his face when he cums.

He started with a sloppy kiss, entering Zayn, his mouth hung open, he stopped breathing for a second. It was ecstasy.

Zayn's hands were still cuffed above his head, he wanted to touch Harry, to scratch his back, he wanted to pull on his curly locks, "please, I- I need to touch yo-"

he couldn't just give in as Zayn asked, now could he? So he just ignored the request and fucked Zayn slower but deeper.

His legs were shaking but Zayn tried his best to wrap them around Harry's waist, to bring him closer, to feel more of him. There was fire between their bodies, Zayn locked his eyes on Harry for a second, he took in every detail of his face, how he looks when he feels this good, how he would bite on his lips to stop a moan from escaping, how his chest was flushed all the way to his neck, how his long hair was messy around his face.

Suddenly everything felt too much, feeling of not knowing how many more times he could see Harry all sweaty like this, so he decided to catch every feeling, to keep everything he feels in, to save them somewhere in his brain, to take the memory with him.

But like I said, it was too much, Zayn's eyes rolled back, his breathing was ragged, he pushed his head back on the bed arching his back, his chest hurt too much but he couldn't say anything, even the pain was giving him ecstasy.

Harry didn't know what was happening with Zayn, he looked like he was enjoying himself, so he hid his face in Zayn's neck, putting one arm under his head as he fucked him faster.

The little chest to chest contact was like an electric shock to Zayn, he jerked up a bit, he was so close, on edge, and feeling Harry's hot breathing on him was all he needed to let go.

He came between their bodies, with a silent cry of Harry's name, he kept himself up for Harry even though all he wanted was to shut his eyes and sleep, "fuck Zayn you feel so good," Harry moaned out, his movements getting sloppy as he was getting closer to his edge.

With a little bit help of Zayn's beautiful moans of being spent, Harry came, biting on Zayn's shoulder as he rode his orgasm.

It took a minute for Harry to clean them up with his shirt and free Zayn, he put the duvet over them and brought Zayn on his chest.

The raven haired boy was so tired that he had to fight his body and brain to keep his eyes open, only to say, "thank you Harry," then he just got comfortable on Harry's warm chest and fell asleep.

Harry smiled, it went better that he thought it would, Zayn doesn't look scared.

They have to try this again.

The green eyed boy was making different fantasies his head to do this again next time, while Zayn was just praying he could take the memory and the feeling with him.

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Its too long and its not good to wait up this long, sorry.
I hope I can update soon.
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