Zayn:

Did..did he just ask me to get in the room with him?

"What did you just say?" I sat straight fast, while praying in my mind that I heard correctly.

"I said come inside the room." He casually repeated.

"Why?" I stupidly asked. Couldn't I just have said okay and accepted his invitation?

"Well, you're sleeping here.. for what?"

I stared at him for a second.

"Isn't it obvious why?" I tried to dodge the question to prevent myself from the embarrassment of the answer.

He raised his eyebrow without saying anything. He just looked down at me in silence, with his hands on his hips.

"Okay, I'm sleeping here for.." I cleared my throat,  "For..you, you know, in case you needed something at night." I felt my face getting hot.

"Alright, then come in already."

Oh my God! He really wants that!

"Do you want me to take it back?" He asked,

And I've never stood up more quick.

He let out a giggle at my reaction, as he turned around to get inside. I grabbed my pillow and my two blankets before I followed him.

He laid on the right side of the bed, and I swear my heart was about to jump out of my chest, at least it felt like it, as it was beating hard and fast in my chest.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me?" He chuckled and I was about to piss my pants at his words.

It's just, Harry and I in a room together, again, the idea alone was enough to make me have a good case of butterflies in my stomach.

So I walked towards the bed and laid beside him.

We shared a bed before, but it never felt like this.

He was asking for me, he was comfortable enough to be in the same bed with me again, despite what my family did to him.

"You know I had an interesting dream," He said, while we were both looking at the ceiling. The room was quiet except of my loud heartbeats.

"What was it about?"

"It was about you, wearing a diaper."

"What??" I never thought he'd say that.

The image in my mind now wasn't pleasant at all.

"No, no, I'm joking." He laughed hard while clenching his cute tummy and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Your face!" He laughed again even louder and I found myself laughing along.

"I was gonna say.. it's a weird dream."

"Maybe."

Maybe? What the hell is going on with him tonight? Is he.. into that?

"Anyway," he continued, "I really dreamt about you."

"Okay." I was scared to ask what he dreamt about again.

A moment of silence went between us. And I felt better laying in a warm bed instead of on the hard floor.

"Zayn," he spoke again.

"Yes, darling?"

"Are you really a virgin?" He asked.

I looked at him, his eyes were shining with curiosity even in the faint light that was coming from the hallway.

"I am. I mean I never had sex with anyone." I replied honestly and I felt myself starting to sweat.

"Do you want to? You know to have sex with someone?"

"No," I quickly said and he didn't reply. I looked at him, and I could see a frown taking over his pretty face.

"Unless that someone is you." I added and I saw a smile creeping, he tried to hide it but how could he with those dimples?

Was he really happy that I said that?

Does he... like me?

"That's good to know."

Shit!! It is?? I was two seconds away from screaming or maybe fainting. Damn!

Another moment of silence.

But I was so happy that I didn't mind the silence.

"You know, I love this comfortable silence." I mumbled as I sighed happily.

"I don't like it, why do you wanna waste your life in silence? I prefer breaking it."

"I- I guess you're right." Honestly, I could listen to him talking all my life. 

"Zayn, do you wanna have sex now?"

And my eyes were about to pop out from their sockets at the sudden question.

"Harry," I breathed his name in complete shock.

"What? I'm in a mood tonight. That dream didn't help either." He replied and licked his lips.

Harry. Is.

Asking. Me.

To. Have. Sex.

With. Him.

I sat in bed again and looked down at him, his face was flushed, with a small smirk on it, his arms were folded behind his head, as his hair was crowding the pillow, his eyes were looking at me.

"For real?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

I looked at his rosy cheeks again, they were visible even in the semi dark room.

"Did you drink something?" His face was suspicious like he had something. That was some damn good drunk smirk he was sending me.

"No!" That definitely means definitely.

I paused for a second, not knowing what to say, I mean it's true I haven't had sex with anyone yet, I just couldn't stand anyone touching me after that fucking incident, I never thought I'd ever let anyone touch me there, except maybe my own hand, and that time Louis convinced me to let his new boy blow me.

Which was an awful idea; I was about to rip that poor dude's head off, but for some reason I just pushed him away from me, and went to my car, limping, with a hard-on, and cried at how pathetic I was.

But this is Harry, my Harry, he won't hurt me.

So, I took a breath and asked, 

"Are you ready to do it?"

I can't believe.. I am asking Harry this and now. But I don't want him to feel pressured. He asked me to do it, yes, but still.

"The real question is," he sat straight as well, his eyes looking intensely at me, "Are you?"

And I was seriously shocked.

Harry, my all-time crush, my imaginary best friend, the most beautiful boy I've seen, the love of my life, was asking me to have sex with him, and he was asking me if I'm ready for it.

I felt tears rushing to my eyes.

"Oh wow, Zayn. Why are you crying?"

I wiped my tears away fast as I heard him uttering,

"Usually people cry after sex not before it." He chuckled and wiped my face with both of his thumbs.

"I'm just so happy."

He held my face in his hands, tracing it softly for a while.

"Good."

"I'm- I'm nervous." I finally admitted.

He chuckled again as he let go of my face and pulled his shirt off, and I stared.

It's happening.

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Writer: [ Filthy enough to write the smut in my own pov :) ]

Harry took his shirt off as he pushed Zayn lightly to lay on the bed.

He, himself, was having doubts if this was the right time to do this.

But with the half glass of whiskey he drank sneakily so Zayn won't have his head (he may have), and after the wet dream he had about Zayn; he felt brave enough to do this.

His mind was, for some reason, preoccupied with the new information that Zayn was behind almost every good thing that ever happened to him, he felt gratful that God sent him this angel to save him. He was saved.

An angel that never had sex before.

Harry couldn't actually sleep while thinking about this specific piece of information, about this guy who visited him in his strip club every night.

He kept thinking until sleep visited him but not more than fifteen minutes,

And that's when he saw that wet dream.

It was like heaven was telling Harry to have sex with Zayn.

Harry watched Zayn's face carefuly, he was clearly nervous, with some sweat on his forehead, he was shining.

How did he manage to convince him he was very experienced? Harry would never have guessed. 

"Beautiful." Harry mumbled as he bent down slowly until his mouth breath was mixed with Zayn's heavy breaths.

He pressed his mouth to Zayn's.

Zayn instantly moaned in Harry's mouth, showing how many times he dreamt of doing this. How much he waited for this.

"You taste like whiskey, are you even real?" Zayn mumbled, his bottom lip was resting between Harry's, and Harry chuckled softly.  

He was now lying on top of Zayn, shirtless. Mouth to mouth moving together, Zayn was giving all control to Harry, and Harry knew what to do exactly with this power as he helped Zayn to take off his shirt as well.

Zayn on the other hand, was a bit hesitant, and his mind was going wild of WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS HAPP-

It took him a lot of time to get comfortable with his flesh, years and years until he convinced himself he's a good-looking man but all that disappeared when he stared at Harry, knowing he's about to see all of him; everything.

His body wasn't as perfect as Harry's and he started to feel insecure.

But Harry didn't let him think for long, as he moved his hot wet mouth to Zayn's neck, kissing his way down to Zayn's chest while sucking from time to time gently but hard enough to leave some marks.

Harry hands were inside Zayn's pants now, each hand on each side, fingers gracing the soft skin there.. God! It felt so raw and soft. Harry wanted nothing  more than to lick it.

He looked up at Zayn, who was panting while facing the ceiling,

Harry bent his head to leave small feathery kisses on Zayn's hips bones, and he heard a deep groan leaving Zayn's mouth.

"Do you want me to stop?" Harry asked between kisses,

"No!" Zayn's voice was husky, and it turned Harry on for some reason. He started to wiggle his bum against Zayn's legs.

He moved his mouth to suck on Zayn's belly button and moved slowly to kiss a line from it down to his pubes, and tugged his teeth on the hair there.

Zayn was looking at Harry the whole time, with his pupils dilated, he felt blessed.

Harry pulled Zayn's shorts down with one swift move along with his boxers.

"Wow okay." Harry breathed heavily as he moved back a bit.

Zayn's face was so red now, the feeling of being insecure got back to him.

He knew Harry had sex many times with many men, could he be even up to the level of a comparison?

"You're more beautiful than anything I've seen." Harry let out as he nuzzled his face in Zayn's bare crotch, rubbing it up and down, while breathing in his scent.

Harry was feeling closer to Zayn, he knew that Zayn wasn't now to him like anyone, he was everything.

Zayn was moaning softly as the feeling of Harry's face on his sensitive area.

"Do you want me to suck it?" Harry asked as he pressed a kiss to each of Zayn's balls.

"I don't know!" Zayn nearly cried.

"I'm sure you want me to," Harry laughed softly as he pressed his tongue flat at the thick vein on Zayn's hard cock, before he grabbed him with his hand.

And he climbed again to face Zayn.

What a view!

Zayn's face was a complete something else now, pouty, sligtly-opened pink lips, closed eyes, with long eyelashes hitting his cheeks.

Harry couldn't help but take those plumb lips again in his mouth, so soft, he literally wanted to eat and devour his mouth as he bit eagerly on the flesh.

Zayn's mouth was like a heaven and Harry was the sinner that finally got forgiven.

Harry moved to Zayn's ear kissing under it before whispering,

"I'm gonna ride you."

Zayn let out another moan, his hands grabbing Harry's sides so tightly as Harry kitten-licked his lobe, before he decided to take his shorts off as well.

He jumped off Zayn's body and Zayn let out a whimper.

"So eager, my man. I'm feeling like a top now."

Harry expected a glare from Zayn, but Zayn looked at him with such adoration instead, that Harry's face grew hot, while he took off his pants and boxer.

Harry moved to sit on Zayn's stomach, playfully hitting him in the face with his cock, and Zayn tried to give it a lick but Harry was quick to back off a bit, giggling.

Harry spat down on his hands, and moved them to Zayn's cock, moving them up and down.

He kept doing that for a minute or so, Zayn was about to explode.

"Harry, I think this is enough, I don't wanna come now."

I wanna come inside you. He thought.

Harry pressed another kiss to Zayn's mouth before he went to sit on his crotch but Zayn's voice stopped him.

"Wait!" Zayn was still panting.

"I'm clean, don't worry." Harry assured him.

"No! I mean, wouldn't it hurt you like this?"

It wasn't the right time but Harry felt like crying at how caring Zayn was.

Although it was Zayn's first time, he still cared about Harry getting hurt.

"It would not,"

Harry slowly sat down at Zayn's cock, earning a handful of moans of Zayn, and his were just as loud.

At the feeling of being full, Harry let out,

"Fun fact, I love the pain."

And he started to move up and down slowly, his pace was perfect for Zayn to feel Harry tightening around him, his warmth was so welcoming.

Harry moved a bit faster, and he took Zayn's hands to put them on his hips,

"Guide me, control me!" Harry screamed.

And Zayn's big hands started moving Harry above him, slamming his ass again and again down against his cock.

Harry started to bounce back, his hair falling down in front of his eyes.  feeling himself getting closer and closer to his climax.

With one cry from Zayn and with the highest scream from Harry, they both came at the same time.

Harry slowly left himself up from Zayn's cock, whimpering at the over sensitivity before he threw himself next to Zayn.

"How was it?" Harry asked with a dumb smile on his face.

"Fuckin-"

But before Zayn could continue his sentence, the door was flown open, and both of the boys gasped,

"Mr. Styles, are you o-" The policeman stopped himself when he saw the scene in front of him, and he lowered his gun down slowly.

"Oh."

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A/N: I'm really really sorry for the late update, I'm having many problems right now and believe me writing smut while being sad isn't the best thing.

I'm sorry if this chapter is like shit. I wrote it in a hurry.

Hope you like it for a bit at least, Love y'all ❤