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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Louis_Tomlinson, Original_Female_Character(s), Harry_Styles
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Crossdressing, Riding, Blowjobs, Anal_Sex, hell
      yeah, Cheating, First_Time, bottom!Louis, Frustration, cockslut!louis
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-20 Updated: 2013-06-30 Chapters: 2/4 Words: 5135
****** Crossdress day ******
by DaddyLongJoon
Summary
     Louis loves to wear feminie clothing. His sister's to be precise. It
     was a well kept secret until the boyfriend of said sister catches him
     in the prettiest, most fitting set of black nylon stockings he's ever
     seen.
Notes
     Louis is fifteen. Idk how old Zayn is, all I know is that he's older.
     You decide (today is nonchalant day)
     This one actually sucks, i'm sick and my writing is clearly bad here,
     i'm so sorry i'll try to do a better job next time xx
***** Chapter 1 *****
It’s not that it was a thing, but it kinda was. You couldn’t say he was
addicted, it was just some kind of obsession. Or a passion. Louis considered it
more like a hobby. Or a guilty pleasure. Yeah, something like that. It’s not
something he would share with his friends. He would never.
He stares at the stand mirror and twirls around to check out his bum
complimented by the black silk fabric of the nightie he just nicked from his
sister’s dresser. He sighs thinking how the gown looks much much better on his
tanned skin. It just looks lifeless on Jodie’s body. She won’t even notice it’s
gone, since she’s out with her boyfriend, they’re probably shagging in his
fancy bouncy big bed.
He throws the piece of clothing over his head, shrugging back into the long
sweater he was wearing earlier on. It’s hers too. The grey one with a huge
mickey face imprinted on the front. It’s so large on her, it’s twice as big on
Louis’ lanky (but fashionably curvy) body. He still hasn’t taken off the black
nylon opaque stockings he’s hooked the garters to. Yep, he’s wearing this too,
but only because he loves moulding his legs into the soft fabric. It kinds of
lifts his figure and makes him more light weighted. At least he thinks.
His mum had found out about the whole bottom panoply and snorted into her cup
of coffee. She knew her son wasn’t really into boy stuff from the day he
decided to wear a tutu for his first birthday party. His friend at the time,
Harry, used to be a bit like him. They’d exchange fuzzy headbands and fluffy
glittery pens and that’s what made their friendship. It ended when Harry’s mum
told him he had to do boys things now and Harry told Louis they couldn’t be
friends anymore because he had become a man now. They were twelve. Louis cried
into his mum’s arms, and she clipped his hair with a shiny silver clip and let
him do her nails (even if she had to re do it once he was put to bet because
it’s was a complete catastrophe.)
Louis wasn’t hermaphrodite, he just liked to crossdress. Even Jodie was used to
it (she only knew about the female shirts, the mini skirts and stockings.).
Today he just felt like wearing the garter belt, assorted to the red lace
panties that go with it. He’s alone for the week end, and he’s gonna have a
wild time in his sister’s bedroom. She buys so much stuff, she doesn’t even
realise half of it has gone anyway. He sits cross legged on the sofa, stroking
the smooth nylon that he feels under his fingers, and looks aimlessly at the
television screen. He’s just been fingering himself to a messy climax. Some of
the things he did when he was on his own. He’s just staring to fall asleep when
the front door opens with a loud noise. He jumps off the couch, forgetting his
attire and walks to the hallway.
Out of all people he had to walk into Zayn Malik. The infamous dude his big
sister was dating. He’d often come to their house without knocking as it was
usually to pick Jo up. But she was supposed to be with him tonight. She was.
Louis had fallen to the floor with the force of their collision, his long
jumper having rolled up to his thighs. He folds his legs, not even trying to
cover them up, he already knows he’s fucked anyways.
“Sorry Louis, I was just coming back to get Jo’s stuff but I ….”
Louis raises an eyebrow, setting up a comeback phrase in his head to shoot at
him at the appropriate time. Zayn didn’t know about his “secret”. He throws an
arm out, offering Louis a way to stand and he accepts the generous offer,
getting graciously back on his two feet.
“Come on then.”
“Come on what?” Zayn says, walking back to the front door and shutting it
quietly this time.
“Aren’t you gonna laugh at me?”
“Wh-why should I? For wearing tights? Sure it’s not a manly thing to do
but..yeah” He shrugs, folding his arms. Louis feels like the entire earth is
judging him. Jo had made it clear to him that if he was to insult, hurt or
disturb her brother in any way, she’d chop his quiff off. He’s taken the threat
very seriously since (he tried once to make fun of Louis’ glowing skin and
found himself with strays of his hair gathered on his pillow. It was a warning
sign. She wasn’t kidding).
“Hmm what are you doing here anyway, can’t you just leave? This is really
embarrassing…”
Zayn shrugs some more and disappears to the top floor. Louis finds a cover and
buries himself under it, lamely attempting to drown in it. He’s pretty sure
he’s fucked for the rest of his life, cause once Zayn gets out of the house,
his secret goes with him. And he won’t let him have that pleasure.
“Hey Zayn” Louis calls from downstairs, battling between staying there, or
going up there. He chooses the former once the tall boy appears in the frame,
carrying a canvas bag.
“What” he sits on the top step, biting at his thumbnail.
“Promise me something okay?”
“What you think I’m gonna go around and spread your little secret? Naah I won’t
go that low” he slides down a few steps and stops at the middle of the
staircase.
“Promise me”
“I don’t keep promises though.”
Louis wanted to scream, or cry, or stab Zayn with a coat hanger. Out of his 15
years of existence, never had he been so humiliated, apart from that time this
woman said Louis’ mother was a bad mother for letting her son wear a pink
raincoat to school. He wraps himself even more in his duvet while Zayn crawls
down some more. They’re on eye level now, and Zayn’s face is offering a sly
sideways grin. The one that he uses to get Jodie to open her legs for him
(harsh but true) Louis squirms out of his stare and looks to the wooden floor.
“I won’t tell” he whispers, tapping Louis’ shoulder and heading for the
kitchen.
“What are you doing” Louis follows him with a shocked expression plastered to
his face. “I thought you were going to leave”
“I’ve got better plans” Zayn closes the kitchen door to Louis’ face and no
other sounds come from the other side of the room. Louis sinks back to the
couch summoning every piece of magic he knows, silently praying for Zayn to
slip on liquid soap and die on the spot. He comes back with a plate and two
sandwiches. Louis eyes him as he sits down on the couch beside him. He grabs a
sandwich, hands one to Louis and sits there for the next three minutes.
“Thanks” Louis nods, but doesn’t touch his food. He’s still too embarrassed to
swallow anything. He puts his sandwich down, putting his focus back on the
television. It’s fine, Zayn’s going to leave and not come back for the week end
and he’s not going to say anything. The phone rings then, making both boys
jump. Louis springs off the couch, and runs to pick the receiver off. In his
hurry, he forgets to hold on his blanket but he couldn’t hide anymore anyway.
He turns back to find Zayn standing right behind him, his plate forgotten
somewhere on the carpet. He presses himself into the dresser chest, folding his
arms over his front in an attempt to protect himself.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Louis’ voice shakes and breaks on the last word. He
doesn’t really like the way Zayn’s eyes are roaming up and down his body. He
suppresses a shiver when he feels a hand on his waist, lifting the shirt up to
his stomach.
“Oh my god” he murmurs, catching sight of the string connecting the garter belt
to the stocking. He hooks his finger in the string, and lifts Louis leg up with
it.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“No” Louis squeaks, trying his hardest not to moan when Zayn’s hand closes
around the tender flesh of his thigh. He’s never been touched in those kinds of
ways and he feels very, very flustered. Zayn drops his leg, ignoring the very
evident way Louis’ skin tingles under his fingertips, and curls a hand around
Louis’ waist. He fiddles the lacing of the belt with his thumb and frowns
trying to actually understand what the deal is.
“Weird” he frowns, but doesn’t make any move to let go. Instead he unhooks the
right string, making it snap with a little click noise. Louis gasps, releasing
the breath he was holding. He reaches behind Louis’ thigh and unties the back
thread. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but he suddenly feels like peeling the
stocking off of the teen’s leg. He lifts Louis up by his tiny waist and props
him on the edge of the dresser.
“Zayn what..-“
“Shhh baby hold on.” he kneels, placing Louis’ leg on top of his shoulder and
proceeds to roll the silk stocking, roll it down until it reaches his ankle.
Louis stays put, his leg bent at the knee. He digs the ball of his feet into
the spot here Zayn’s shoulder meets his neck and waits patiently for the rest.
Zayn looks up at him and he gulps realising he’s kneeled right in between
Louis’ spread legs, that he can see the outline of his dick in those red lace
panties and he has not just sensually unhooked his garters. Because he hasn’t.
He wouldn’t. He tries to keep a straight face as he glides the stocking back
up, his hands pressing firmly into Louis’ heated skin. His breath hitches when
he reaches the end making his nails scrape gently as he uncurls his hand. He
doesn’t miss the way Louis’ cock twitch, trapped inside the cotton of his
panties and really feels like moving away from here as fast as possible.
He knows what being fourteen (fifteen?) is. It’s nothing less than being horny,
hot and desperate. When he glances upwards again, it’s to find Louis, his eyes
fluttering close and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth with the faintest
pink colour on his cheek.
“Louis?”
The boy hums, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Are you...” Zayn sighs “Are you getting turned on?”
Louis shakes his head, trying to close his legs but Zayn is quicker than him,
standing up to catch Louis by the hips just as he tries to jump off the chest.
Now Louis is hard, Zayn can feel his erection pressing up to his own girth and
he whimpers. Actually whimpers. Louis wraps his arms around Zayn’s neck and
Zayn lets him. He lets him pull in closer, he even lets him grind their
crotches together. Louis breathes heavily into Zayn’s ear, leaving the boy to
stand between his legs, not knowing what to do.
Zayn digs his nails in the skin stretching over Louis’ hip bone, finding it
harder to keep full control of himself. He gives up when Louis hooks his legs
around his waist, pulling him in a bit harder. It wasn’t really his intention,
but he found it extremely hard to keep his cool with a cute horny teenage boy
clinging to him like that.
“Lou-“ he whines, feeling himself harden in his jeans.
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” Louis whispers although he’s not really. It’s the
closest he’s been to anyone and he’s not letting go that easily. He shudders
when he feels Zayn pull his top off, leaving him shirtless with the slightest
beads of sweat running down between his pecs. He tweaks one of Louis’ nipple
with his thumb, earning a few whimpers from the young boy. He runs his hand on
the smooth side of Louis’ stomach , curling and uncurling his fingers on each
parcel of skin his hand could reach. His fingers slide down to the faint hairs
forming Louis’ happy trail and he grazes his fingers at the pit of his navel.
He hums, feeling at the tip of Louis’ hard cock. He pushes his hand inside the
lace underwear, bringing his fingers around the soft shaft. Louis gasps
thrusting up as the older boys’ hand closes in a fist on his length. Zayn gives
a few pumps of his hand closing his eyes at the little keening sounds Louis
makes. He collects a few drops of precome, lubing his grip and proceeds to tug
faster on the now wet skin.
“Fuck” Louis hisses when Zayn’s thumb gets caught in the foreskin under the
head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” his voice comes out in tiny breaths and his dick
actually hardens effectively more. Zayn pushes Louis back reaching a hand
inside his own jeans to tug them down a little to release tension in his tight
briefs. Louis whimpers, his back hitting the wall behind him making his legs
swing aimlessly in the air. Zayn pulls Louis back in by the shoulders, touching
their chests and foreheads. He digs the pads of his fingers into Louis’ hips
and brings his head to the crease of the boy’s neck.
He ignores Louis’ cries of protest as he roughly shoves a hand back inside the
panties, this time aiming for Louis’ bum cheeks. He never lightens his touch,
only to press firmer and stronger, making sure to leave bruises and nail bites
on the perfect tan Louis’ been working so hard on. He chances his index finger
around the rim of the young boy, gasping when he finds near to no resistance at
all.
“Holy shit Lou” he slurs, biting Louis’ earlobe. “You’ve been fingering
yourself haven’t you?”
Louis doesn’t find his voice, doesn’t find a way to answers appropriately so he
just shakes his head from side to side hoping to give enough of an answer.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me already” Zayn adds, pushing his finger in. He can
feel his digit sliding in, pushing further and further until he reaches the
pit. Louis tightens his grip around him and Zayn knows from there that’s he’s
reached his spot. But he keeps his finger in place, only lightly brushing the
young one’s prostate.
“What would Jo say if she saw you like this” he presses his finger lightly,
causing Louis to squirm and push back on Zayn’s hand.
“All desperate and already open. Thinking someone would see you and fuck your
tight little hole huh” he curls his finger and Louis mewls finding it harder to
regulate his breathing. Zayn is a fucking tease and he knows it.
“Bet you’re still a virgin” he muses as he jams his finger in. “Bet you’re
thinking of my cock stretching you up.” and Louis is gone
“You’d like that huh? Me fucking your tight cunt” he is so gone, but it feels
good at the same time. Zayn aligns a second finger, stretching them apart and
thrusting them with a sloppy rhythm. He twists them around, squeezing in a
third one and Louis actually finds the nerve to ask him for more.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard” Zayn groans this time pushing his jeans down with
his legs. He doesn’t know how he does it, but he manages. “In your fucking
knickers. Fuck I’m gonna pound you into the wall like this. Lift your legs up
for me baby.”
But Louis doesn’t move, too busy fucking back on Zayn’s fingers. He whines when
they slip out of him and he suddenly feels cold. But Zayn is soon back, with
his large cock in his hand, and Louis’ eyes glow with anticipation and fear.
It’s not how he imagined his first time, but it’s not the first time he
imagined this happening. He spread his legs automatically, lifting them to
Zayn’s broad shoulders. He feels exposed and weak like this, and totally
submissive and all he can do is squirm as he watches Zayn spit in his hand.
Zayn caresses Louis thigh for a few moments, curling his fingers inside the
garters, teasing to the point where Louis is kicking the back Of Zayn’s neck
with his feet.
“You’re the eager type. You’ll make a good cockslut” He smirks, the sex smirk
yes and pushes Louis’ panties to the side, hooking his finger in the band of
one of his stocking (he found those things fucking glorious and smooth and they
make Louis look bangable.) Louis holds his breath, willing himself to relax
when he feels the wet head nudging his pink, pretty pink hole. Everything seems
to be multiplied from there. Zayn moans feeling his cock getting sucked in, and
it’s too much heat and too much tightness but it feels better than any other
places his cock went in. Louis feels like he’s complete, it’s a weird feeling
but he can definitely get used to it. He releases his breath when Zayn stops
moving, his eyes blown with lust and pure blissness.
“You feel fucking amazing”
“Y-yeah?”
“Yes” Zayn draws back to give a first push “Fucking yes” and he keeps saying
that as he bites Louis’ thighs with his nails, thrusting harder and faster
every time. Louis’ back feels numb, he’s holding on the edges of the chest to
keep his balance up and he actually can’t believe this is happening. He doesn’t
moan loud like they do in porn videos, but the little noises he makes seem to
satisfy the older boy, as he picks up his speed making the dresser thump back
into the wall.
“Look at you Lou” Zayn manages to murmur, making eye contact with the boy. His
eyes have lost their piercing blue, replaced by a blown wide pupil, all black
and bold. “Fucking gorgeous” And Louis actually hates the fact that Zayn cusses
way too much, and he can’t stand the fact that it brings him closer and closer
to the edge.
Zayn thinks he’s fallen in love with the fabric of those damn stockings because
fuck, the more he holds onto it, the more his head spins. Louis clenches around
him, signalling him the closeness of his climax. Zayn thinks it’s the perfect
time to angle up, hooks his hand to Louis’ hips and lifts him up to throw him
face down on the couch. Louis buries his head into a cushion, biting hard into
it when Zayn pushes his length back in. He rams then into a screaming Louis,
probing his prostate with every snap of his pelvis. Louis drools into the
pillow, groans and spasms around Zayn’s cock and comes all over himself. And
Zayn smirks, drinking every last of Louis’ moans, before he draws back and
jerks off until he spills his load and covers Louis’ pretty gear.
He flips Louis around to peck him softly on the lips. He watches Louis,
searching for any signs that could give him the authorisation to freak out.
Seeing that Louis was still in his high, his eyes, rolling back, probably
seeing nothing other than fog, Zayn shoots a “Good” to his ear and stands.
“Not….” Louis sits to remove his soiled panties “Not a word to Jodie”
Zayn scoffs, lifting his eyebrows. ‘You think I’m that stupid? I don’t want to
wake up bald tomorrow. I’m gonna go now” He glances at the door, thinking his
girl might worry case he’s been gone for a bit too long. His eyes land on the
bag he was supposed to carry over. He looks back to Louis’ who’s undressing in
the most suggestive way (he should become a stripper with that delectable ass
and kinks for feminine underwear) and gets an idea.
“Actually…I wanna see what more of her stuff fits you” Zayn knows what he’s
doing is very wrong, but add this to the “I don’t care” pile.
“What?” Louis limps to the table to get a tissue, and his legs give him up,
causing him to crash on the floor.
“Rest a bit then I wanna see you in this” Zayn throws a skirt to Louis’ face
and seconds it with a crop top. “Get yourself all nice and pretty slutty
looking so we can go for round two”
Zayn gives him a wink and grabs one of Louis’s stocking to twirl it around with
two of his fingers. He stretches them around the back of Louis’ neck and gives
him a shimmy of his hips. Man women’s clothes seem to have affected him much
harder than he thought.
***** Come and get me *****
Chapter Summary
     Zayn calls Louis to have him come undone on the phone, but they have
     a change of plans
“What are you wearing?”
Ever since their last encounter, Zayn had been running after Louis’ arse more
often than not. The young boy didn’t complain, as it was the first time someone
was interested in him in such ways. Louis was so scared to face Jodie on Monday
morning, but she didn’t even notice his evasive behaviour. When Zayn came to
pick her up in his glossy sports car, he discreetly squeezed Louis’ bum,
leaving enough of a pressure to linger a bruise on his skin for the next three
days. Now they were secretly texting, and making out in corners of room and
each time Louis would feel this thump in his heart that he was scared would
beat loud enough to alarm his sister.
“The g-string. L-like you told me” Louis looked around in his room, as if he
was watched by an audience. He’d locked himself in his bedroom, leaving his mum
and sis in front of the theatre after a tiring shopping session, and he knew
he’d be untroubled for the next few hours. He crowded his legs into a criss
crossed position.
“Good. Now I want you to lie down with your legs open okay bunny?”
Louis nods, forgetting Zayn couldn’t see him, and lies on his front. He
whimpers, feeling the thickness of his erect cock rubbing at the soft silk
sheets.
“Now, what?” he whispers, keeping the phone close to his face.
“Suck on your fingers, and hard. I want to hear you “Louis had already pushed
two of his fingers inside his mouth by the time Zayn had finished his first
sentence. He made wet suckling noises, coating them as much as he could. He
hummed around his digit signalling Zayn that he was ready.
“Right, now I want you to push your panties down okay? The way I do it. And
don’t tease yourself, I want you desperate for my cock, finger your pretty self
now.”
By the time Louis enters a second finger inside his hole, he is piled up into a
bundle of squirming nerves, pushing his fingers back and forth to the knuckle.
Zayn wants to hear him moan and he does, exaggerating his deep throat rumbling
sounds as he ruts against the mattress, seeking for friction. He closes his
eyes imagining Zayn pounding him deeply into the duvet, making him lose his
mind until he comes, and comes again into oblivion.
“What are you doing?” Louis is now stretching his hole with three of his
fingers, fucking back in his own hand.
“Fucking…myself” He corkscrews his fingers, twisting them in his right spot,
giving Zayn a satisfying moan. “Thinking about your cock” He shivers at the
mention of cock, more than aching for one.
“Jesus christ Lou, your mouth is fucking dirty”
“I could use that dirty mouth on you” Louis smirks, knowing how to pull the
right strings. He learned quite a lot since, and never forgets to make good use
of his skills. Now he knows he’s going to get fucked tonight. And not just by
his fingers.
He licks his lips, already immediately craving the heavy member between them
and moans, speeding the pace of his hand.
“Zayn please fuck me”
xxxxx
Zayn knew this was a bad idea. Like a good bad idea. He wanted to screw Louis
around, not the other way round. He was now lying on his bed, with a hand
shoved down his pants, listening to Louis’ heavy breathing and cursing whoever
transformed Louis into such filthiness. He was still playing the boyfriend
role, as it was enough of a good way to see Louis. He wasn’t really interested
in his girl anymore, and he had to admit, sex with Louis was a billion times
hotter. There was the thrill of the possibility of getting caught, but also
Louis’ ass was pure blissness and Zayn felt somewhat proud to be the only one
pounding into it.
“Like right now?”
“Fucking yes I wanna suck you right now then you can fuck me against the window
so that everyone can see. I don’t fucking care if anyone knows.
Just.Come.And.Get.Me”.
Zayn came inside his boxers, biting the inside of his cheek, just as he heard
Louis made his tell-tale groan. The one he always made when he was about to
climax.
“Fuck” was all Zayn answered before he hung up. He rolled off his bed and
grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants.
Xxxx
Louis had just come all over the sheets once again. His shaft untouched and his
hole oversensitive. He licked his clean fingers, the wait becoming too much. He
had totally become a cockslut –Zayn’s- and wasn’t ashamed of it. He stood up on
wobbly legs and got rid of his underwear. A bold black string that gave him a
hell of a tan line last month. Zayn had licked it into Louis’ crease, and
rimmed him until he blanked out and couldn’t breathe for the next ten minutes.
He wrapped himself in a bathrobe, cleaning his navel with a clean towel and
sighed. He was still horny but it was slowly winding down and even though Zayn
only lived one minute thirty away, he was taking too much time.
He sat on his bed, and took hold of his cock , ready to feel the arouse again.
He stroked his soft length with two hands feeling himself harden at the touch.
Still in the middle of his process, the door opened with a quiet bang and there
he was in sweats and a tank top. Louis moaned at the visual, leaking a few
droplets of precome.
“I’m so sucking your dick” he slurs, dropping to his knees. He pats the bed,
motioning Zayn to climb on it, and tugs his bottoms down. Zayn wasn’t wearing
any underwear as his half hard cock soars out to slap on his stomach.
There wasn’t even time for a kiss, or a I missed you babe, Louis had already
sank half of Zayn’s cock into his mouth, moaning at the familiar taste. He
bobbed his head for a long time, just adjusting his mouth to the feeling. Zayn
had his hands pushed flat on the bed, with his head thrown back bucking his
hips every time Louis was pulling up. Louis pulls out with a wet pop, and taps
the head of Zayn’s cock on the tip of his tongue. He blinks his blue eyes to
the hazel ones, twirling his tongue around the slit, his lips flushed in a deep
cherry colour.
Zayn closes his eyes at that, not bearing to face the glint in Louis’ piercing
eyes. The younger boy pushes him back onto the bed, rolling his sweatpants down
by the same occasion. Zayn gets the hint, and pulls his top over his shoulders.
He winces at the feel of cold jizz sticking to his back, but soon forgets it
once Louis is on him with their legs tangling.
“I’ve change my mind” Louis muses, aligning both their erections. “I wanna ride
you”
“Fucking hell Lou” Zayn hates it when Louis has control over him like this. But
he still takes it and lies flat on the mattress waiting for the rest.
Louis places one leg on each side of his body and uses his hand for leverage.
He spreads his legs into a nearly perfect split, stretching his buttcheeks
without even having the need to touch them. Zayn’s jaw slacks at this. It
wasn’t the first time Louis would ride his cock, but he’d be screwed if he said
he didn’t like seeing Louis spread open on top of him, his hole hovering the
tip of his shaft standing up like a flagpole.
Louis lowers down doing all the work. He feels it again, the closeness with
Zayn, and the satisfaction of having him inside as well. He bounces up and down
and clenches around the length, wanting to feel as much as possible. Zayn
doesn’t even do anything, too overwhelmed by it all as Louis processes to slap
his ass on his hips.
“Your ass feels so good”
“Yeah, only for you babe” Louis pants, seeking for his own climax. In his haste
he pulls back up a bit too much, causing Zayn’s cock to slip out. He blindly
searches for the tip but only resumes to slide the length between his crease,
making both boys moan. Louis rubs the rim of his hole on the thick erection and
presses it back until he feels it pushing back inside.
“ohmy fucking lord” Louis is sitting on Zayn’s pelvis, with his cock settled
deep inside him. He circles his hips around and realises too late that Zayn’s
load had spilled out of his cock. He feels it dribble down until it forces its
way out of his hole. He pulls up, causing more sperm to crash out of him and
shuffles backwards.
“Fuck” Zayn is rolling his head from side to side, clearly having lost his
mind. “What are you doing?” he asks when Louis lifts both of his legs up and
presses them together.
“I haven’t finished, so I’m gonna fuck you”
“Wha….” Zayn was still a virgin. They both knew and Louis would never take that
from him. Instead he just pushed Zayn’s legs back until he had perfect sight of
his tight hole and brought the head of his cock to it. He circled the tip
around the rim of muscles, teasing the pink skin there.
“Louis” Zayn moans hoarsely. His voice is gone and he must admit he’s a bit
scared. “Fuck”
Louis jabs his cock on the same spot, tugging his skin while he’s at it. He
cusses and comes in long streaks when Zayn’s hole clenches around his head,
giving him a light pressure. Zayn rolls to lie on his front, fucked out and
breathless. He feels Louis crowd behind him, pressing a wet kiss between his
shoulderblades. He closes his eyes only to rest them, but falls asleep, feeling
Louis’ now limp cock press up to the pit of his back.
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