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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band), Zayn_Malik_(Musician)
  Relationship:
      Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, comeslut_zayn, Hand_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Barebacking, much_much_more,
      olderliam, youngerzayn, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-23 Completed: 2016-06-12 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 5206
****** The Weekend ******
by Scylla87
Summary
     Sometimes the best things come back around...
     A sequel to Dance_With_The_Devil
Notes
     I have been playing with the idea of continuing this on, and since
     there were some people who expressed an interest in seeing a second
     part, I finall sat down to write one. I meant to have this up last
     weekend, but things kind of got away from me. I hope that everyone
     out there likes this one as much as the original. Please hit me up if
     you have any questions or comments. I also takes requests.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Friday *****
There were rules; Liam had rules. And the rules were very simple, at least they
used to be. Somehow Zayn always managed to get past them in ways that Liam
wasn't sure he quite understood. But he had swore to himself that he wasn't
going to go down that road again, it was a one time thing. If there was going
to be anybody that Liam was going to relax the rules for, it couldn't be a
sixteen year old boy. Even worse, a sixteen year old that had been a virgin the
first time Liam had slid inside him. Zayn needed to be with someone his own
age.
Liam let his head hit the wall as be tried to collect his thoughts. Of course
he should have known the kid might be there. It was a Friday night, and
everybody was there looking to unwind. It should have occurred to him that Zayn
might be the same. Zayn was free to come and go as he pleased; Liam didn't own
him. He had no reason to be upset, but there was something about the look in
the boy's eyes when he caught sight of Liam, almost like he had been searching
for him. Maybe Liam had sort of been searching for Zayn too, but that couldn't
be.
Seeing Zayn had put him off his game. He need d to go, but he couldn't bring
himself to leave. Zayn was right out there, on the dance floor, and all Liam
had to do was go over to him. It really was that simple. And he wanted to more
than he could say, but there were rules; he had rules for a reason. And yes,
there wasn't a specific rule that stated he couldn't drag a sixteen year old
boy into the bathroom and bend him over the sink, but it was kind of implied.
He needed to remember that.
Liam reached down and squeezed himself gently. He had to grit his teeth to keep
from groaning. This was a bad idea. He had only wanted to clear his head, find
someone new to tease, and now he found himself faced with the very cause of all
this. Liam had lost count of the number of times he had to wrap his hand around
himself just because the boy had crossed his mind. He knew he needed to stop
it. Thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Zayn made him want even more
to track him down and do them. But in times of need, Zayn was the only thing
bag came to mind. Liam squeezed again, gasping softly. Just the thought of the
teen made him hard; he needed to get out of there and get some air. Maybe that
would help him to remember the promises that he had made to himself.
Liam walked out of the bathroom in a daze. His mind was so unfocused that he
didn't realize someone was talking to him until a hand grabbed his arm to keep
him from walking away. It took what felt like an hour for him to fully process
the situation in front of him. Zayn was standing in front of him smiling wider
than Liam would have imagined possible. "Found you," the boy was saying. "I saw
you earlier, but I thought I'd lost you. You wanna dance?" He looked sheepish
for a moment before leaning in to whisper. "And then later, if you want, I
could ride you again."
Liam pulled back to look at him. He looked so soft tonight, so much more
innocent than when they met three months ago. He was wearing s baggy sweater
that helped to cover up where his jeans were probably riding too low on his
hips. He looked like he was ready to just curl up and cuddle all night, but
Liam remembered just how filthy the boy was underneath all those clothes. He
remembered vividly Zayn whispering urgently in his ear, so clearly turned on,
the same thing over and over, "so good," as Liam came inside him. And now he
was saying that he wanted Liam between his thighs, wanted to ride him again.
There were rules, he knew, but he was already on the verge at the thought of
seeing Zayn sink down on him again. There was a wild look in the teen's eyes as
Liam reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him on the dance floor. This was
a bad idea.
Liam pulled Zayn against him, an arm circling the boy's hips. He moved them
slowly, in time with the beat. Zayn's ass rubbed against his dick, but he tried
to push the thought of it from his mind. They were going to dance, nothing
else. So his thoughts were very much stuck on how it felt to be fully seated in
the boy's tight heat, that didn't mean he couldn't keep it together.
He rubbed his hand along Zayn's stomach. The music was faster, but they were
keeping up. Without thinking about it, his hand was speeding up too. Zayn
rolled against him, giving him some of the friction that he craved, and it was
making him forget things, go against his better judgement. Liam's hand dipped
beneath Zayn's shirt, fingers dancing across bare skin, curling in the little
trail of hair there. He brushed them along the boy's waistband; they came up
sticky. He wondered if Zayn could hear the low growl I'm his throat.
Closing his eyes, Liam buried his face in Zayn's hair. His fingers ran a,King
the very edge of his pants again. Liam groaned softly as his fingertips brushed
against the head of Zayn's dick where it was trapped against his stomach. He
collected the ore come leaking out and used it to circle the boy's tip. His
hand was sinking beneath Zayn's waistband, trying to wrap around him. Zayn
ground back against him. Liam's palm wrapped around his cock and stroked him
firmly, not wanting to ease into it. He wanted to make Zayn come right there on
the dance floor, but the biy seemed to have other plans. He reached down and
grabbed Liam's wrist but found himself unable to stop the older man's
movements. "Liam," Zayn sighed. His words went unheard beneath the music.
Liam rubbed his plan along Zayn's dick, loving how the biy squirmed against
him. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to be a good boy
and come all over yourself for me?"
Zayn gasped softly, nodding as they swayed with the music. Liam could tell that
he was pushing all the right buttons, driving his partner wild. He ran his
thumb across the boy's slit, causing him to jerk. "You like that?" Liam
whispered.
Zayn appeared to far gone to even nod. Liam rubbed along god buys shaft,
knowing they were getting close. "I wonder if anyone knows just how good you're
being for me?" He nibbled on Zayn's earlobe. "But I bet you like it, huh,
letting me stroke you off with all these people around. I bet it gets you
proper hard just thinking about them watching you like this." He wasn't even
able to finish before he felt Zayn coating his hand. "Now that's a good boy.
Always so good for me."
Zayn panted loudly as he came down from the high he was riding. Liam eased his
hand out off the teen's pants and kissed him softly in the temple. He had
barely stopped moving his hips against Zayn's ass when the younger of the two
grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd.
Liam allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom and shoved against the
door. "Zayn," he said as the biy sunk to his knees and began messing with the
front of his pants.
"No time to ride you now," Zayn muttered as he pushed Liam's pants and boxers
down his thighs.
Zayn surged forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Liam's cock. He
made quick work around d the tip, lapping up the predominantly leaking onto his
tongue. "Tastes so good," he moaned softly before leaning down to take more
into his mouth.
Liam groaned as he felt his cock slipping into the warm heat of the teen's
mouth. He knew that he needed to put a stop to this, but it was hard to think
straight with Zayn bobbing up and down on him. Liam wound his fingers in the
boy's hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled gently as he felt his tip hit the
back of Zayn's throat. The boy swallowed experimentally but pulled back
coughing. Liam ran his hand along the boy's jaw as he gasped for breath. He
knew instinctually that he shouldn't say anything.
Zayn's breathing evened out. Liam rubbed along his jaw for a moment as the boy
looked up at him softly. He reached down and grabbed his dick with his other
hand and directed it back between Zayn's lips.
Zayn continued to watch as the older man made shallow thrusts into his mouth.
Liam thought the boy looked fucking obscene with his wide brown eyes flicked he
at him with nothing but trust as he lips wrapped around Liam's cock. He wound
his hand back into the boy's hair and used it to hold him steady as he snapped
his hips forward a little faster.
Liam pressed his tip into the back of Zayn's throat again but pulled back
before he caused the boy discomfort. He pressed forward a little further,
holding slightly longer this time. He repeated the action over and over,
feeling as Zayn began to relax the muscles in his throat. "That's it baby,"
Liam groaned as Zayn tried swallowing around him again.
Zayn took the encouragement and swallowed again. Liam hissed slightly as he
pulled back for a moment only to thrust back in a second later. He could feel
his release building. He snapped his hips forward, pressing his tip into the
boy's throat as he started to come. He knew that he would never forget the look
of absolute contentment that came over Zayn's face as his come eased down the
boy's throat. Zayn swallowed hard, trying to drink every drop.
Liam eased out slowly. He ran a finger along Zayn's swollen lips. "Do you have
to get home soon?" he asked.
Zayn's voice was raspy as he spoke, "my parents are out of town."
Liam nodded to himself as he tucked his dick away. He gazed down at the boy
still on his knees in front of him, making up his mind in a moment. "You should
come home with me."
Zayn smiled softly as he let Liam pull him to his feet.
***** Saturday *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a little bit longer. I thought for a change I'd give
     a little insight into what is going on in Zayn's head. There is also
     a little fluff in here. Hopefully you guys like it.
Liam watched from just inside the door as Zayn looked around the room. He could
almost feel the nervousness wafting off the teen as he stepped closer to him.
The number of times he had pictured this moment since they had met he didn't
know, but now here they stood, in the living room of Liam's apartment. He
closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. He
rested one hand against Zayn's stomach as be pressed his lips to the back of
his neck. The boy relaxed against him. "I'm glad that you're here," Liam
whispered.
Zayn laid his head back against Liam's shoulder and sighed contented. He
reached beneath his sweater and entwined his fingers with Liam's and squeezed
hard. "I've never done this before, gone home with a man I barely know."
Liam kissed along his neck to his ear. He took the lobe into his mouth and
sucked gently. He had figured as much. His hands roved along Zayn stomach until
they were wrapped around the swell of each hip. He squeezed gently, trying to
leave behind marks that would linger for days to come. He wanted the world to
know that he owned this boy, even if it was just for a moment.
Zayn squirmed against him as he kicked off his shoes, toed off his socks. His
hands flew to his jeans, struggling in his haste to take them off. He had
barely managed to pull down the zipper before Liam's hands were pushing the
denim off his hips. Zayn leaned forward, resting his head against the wall, so
that Liam had better access. Liam growled softly. "I'll be right back," he said
before leaving Zayn alone, half naked in the living room.
Zayn sighed as he felt Liam return, a hand brushing just under the tail of his
shirt to caress his ass. He spread his legs a little, wanting those fingers to
dip between his checks. Liam rubbed his thumb across Zayn's hole. "Is this what
you want baby?" Liam whispered against his neck.
Zayn moaned loudly. His toes dug into the carpet as he waited for it, but
Liam's hands were retreating. He turned to see the older man settle onto the
couch and crossed over to him. He straddled Liam's lap like he'd done the night
they met and leaned forward to kiss him. Liam grabbed the boy's hips to hold
him still and pulled back to look at him. He moved one of his hands to Zayn's
face and rubbed along his jaw. "Want my fingers baby?"
Zayn shook his head slightly. He pulled his sweater over his head and surged
forward to pull Liam back into a kiss. "Want your cock," he mumbled against the
older man's lips. "Want to ride you."
Liam growled against him as he struggled to get the bottle of lube open and
explore Zayn's mouth simultaneously. Finally he managed to get some on his
fingers and pressed one into Zayn. The boy gassed loudly against him. "I forgot
it burns," he panted as he pressed his hips down to take more of Liam's finger.
Liam worked fast, wanting more than anything to feel this boy relax enough for
him to add another finger. "Has anyone else done this for you?" he asked as he
finally pressed a second slick digit in with the first.
Zayn shook his head between kisses. "No one but me." He pulled back some to
look at Liam. "Feels much better when you do it."
Liam pulled his fingers out and wrapped his arm back around Zayn's waist,
lifting him up. He reached down to grab the lube as the teen wrapped his legs
around his waist. Without a word Liam carried him to the bedroom, kicking the
door shut behind them. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the blankets
before setting Zayn down. He looked the boy over for a moment. "Get on your
stomach," he said.
Zayn did as he was told, lying so he could watch as Liam began to take his
clothes off piece by piece. He barely had time to take in the other man's body
before Liam was climbing on top of him.
Liam wedged a knee between Zayn's thighs, spreading them a little so he could
press three fingers back into his hole. Zayn moaned loudly into the pillow as
Liam twisted them around inside him. "You don't know how long I've thought
about this, getting you under me," Liam whispered in his ear. He pressed his
fingers against Zayn's prostate, causing the boy to rut against the mattress.
"Still want my cock?"
"So much," Zayn moaned, voice half muffled by the pillow.
Liam pulled his fingers out again and grabbed the lube. He poured some onto his
palm and slicked himself up. Without warning he pressed his dick against Zayn
and slid inside him. The stretch was a little too much this time, and Liam knew
he should have prepped him more. He ran his clean hand along the exposed part
of Zayn's face. "I'm sorry baby; it'll feel better soon."
Zayn nodded slightly. "I remember," he whispered.
Liam grabbed ahold of Zayn's hand and wound their fingers together. He pulled
out slightly and pressed back in. Zayn gripped Liam's hand tightly as a soft
gasp escaped his lips. He kept his hips perfectly still as Liam repeated the
motion again. He let Liam slowly press him into the mattress as his muscles
began to relax to take even more. "Better?" Liam whispered against his neck.
"Yeah," Zayn sighed. He pressed his hips back to meet Liam's thrusts. "Want you
deeper."
Liam eased in further, letting himself bottom out. Zayn sighed contentedly as
Liam brushed ever so slightly against his prostate. Liam wound his other arm
under Zayn's shoulder as he began to set a rhythm. He slowly pushed and pulled,
driving Zayn into the mattress. He knew that every thrust was causing the boy's
cock to rut against the sheets. He pressed forward harder, increasing the
friction he was causing. Zayn moaned loudly. "Not like this last time," he
whispered.
Liam bit down on the boy's neck. "And it won't be like next time either."
Zayn gasped loudly as Liam pressed against his prostate and drove his hips into
the mattress. He moaned softly, and Liam knew that he had caused the boy to
come across his stomach. He kept his movements deep as he chased his own
release. "Want me to come in you?"
Zayn nodded vigorously. Liam grunted against him as be spilled deep inside of
him. Zayn moaned again as he felt how wet Liam had made him. He closed his eyes
with a sigh.
Liam reached over into the bedside table before he could think better of it. He
rooted around until he could find what he was looking for. Zayn opened his eyes
again to take in the small lime green object in Liam's hand. It was flat on one
end and tampered off at the other. It was obvious he had never see one before
by the confused look that he gave Liam. "It's a plug," Liam explained. "It goes
inside you." He pointed to the thin end. "And then this part rests outside so
that it can be taken out." He held it out for Zayn to touch it.
Zayn's fingers brushed against the toy. "And you want to put it in me?" He
sounded so small as he spoke; it suddenly hit Liam all over again just how
young he was.
"You can say no. I just thought you might like it, a way to keep the come
inside you." Zayn looked from the toy to Liam. He nodded slightly. "Always such
a good boy," Liam whispered, running a hand along his face.
Liam pulled out slowly. He pushed the plug between Zayn's cheeks a second later
and laid down beside the boy, pulling him to him. "We should get you cleaned
up," he said.
Zayn snuggled back against him. "I don't know if I can walk with it in me," he
whispered. He sounded embarrassed as he spoke. "It feels weird."
"You want to take it out?"
Zayn was quiet for a long time. "No," he said simply as he drifted off to
sleep. He was barely aware of Liam pulling the covers over them before he was
out again.
***
Zayn woke up next to someone. That had never happened to him before. He looked
at the room around him but nothing stood out. It took a moment for everything
to come back to him. He looked over to the man who had his arms wrapped around
him just to make sure it hadn't all been a dream. To his relief saw Liam
sleeping peacefully beside him. He wanted to reach out and touch him but was
afraid he'd wake up and regret that Zayn was still there. Though he wished to
crawl even further into Liam's arms, Zayn eased out of bed and tiptoed across
the room.
The door squeaked a little as Zayn pulled it open. He was out in the hallway
before he realized that he and no idea where the bathroom was in this place. He
walked down the hall and opened the first door he came to. Luckily he managed
to find what he was looking for on the first try. He flipped the switch and
shuffled through the doorway. He made his way over to the toilet and sighed
with relief once he was done.
Zayn stood in front of the mirror and took in the state he was in. His hair was
a mess, not much of a surprise there, but the rest of him was a mess too.
Across his stomach he could see where his come and dried as he was sleeping. He
frowned heavily as he wet a hand to try and scrub some of it away. He was only
partially successful before he gave up completely. He sighed again. He had no
idea how he had gotten here, how he had come to be standing naked in some
strange bathroom covered in come. This wasn't at all how he had imagined the
night would go. Not that he was complaining.
Zayn turned off the bathroom light and made his way back to Liam's bedroom. He
shut the door quietly and tiptoed back to the bed. He paused as he pulled back
the covers to take in the man beneath them. Liam was even hotter than he had
remembered. Zayn was overcome with an urge to trace every inch of skin he could
see, if only as a way to memorize it. He couldn't believe that he had actually
gotten to sleep beside this man at all. It was too much. He should go, grab his
clothes and go. Yet something had him easing back onto the mattress. He had
barely gotten back onto the bed before Liam was drawing him back in. Zayn
allowed himself to be cuddled close and laid his head on Liam's chest. He could
feel sleep already trying to pull him back in. He closed his eyes and breathed
in the scent of the man holding him. He knew in the morning all of this would
be over. Liam would wake up, realize that Zayn was still around, and kick him
out. He wasn't stupid. Young maybe but not stupid. He knew that Liam wasn't
going to want to be his boyfriend. This was only about one thing for him. Of
that Zayn was sure. A part of him wanted to wake Liam up to see if maybe he'd
want to fuck again before throwing Zayn out, but instead he allowed sleep to
claim him.
***
Liam walked back into the bedroom and gazed at the boy snoozing in his bed. It
was a pity to wake him, but Liam ran a hand down Zayn's face anyway. "Come on,
you got to get up," he said softly.
Zayn's face scrunched up in annoyance as he was woken up. He glared at Liam. He
was met with a soft smile in return. "Come on, got to get you cleaned up," Liam
said.
Zayn was slow to crawl off the bed, but he followed Liam across the room to the
bathroom. Liam led him over to the bathtub he had begun to fill with water. He
reached behind Zayn and pulled the plug out by the base. "Come on, we got to
get you ready for later." He reached over to turn the water off.
"Later?" Zayn croaked. He sounded awful as he tried to clear his throat, but it
still felt all scratchy.
"I'll go make you some tea," Liam said as he rubbed a hand up and down Zayn's
back. He left Zayn standing by the tub and went into the kitchen.
When Liam returned Zayn hand sunk into the warm water. He looked so relaxed
with his head resting on the back of the tub. Liam knelt down beside him and
held out the cup. "Here," he said. Zayn opened his eyes and reached out for it.
"That should make it better."
Zayn nodded as he took a small sip. Liam watched him swallow slowly, letting
the warm liquid ease down his sore throat. When he spoke he sounded better but
not by much. "Thanks."
Liam nodded and reached for the washcloth he'd laid on the side of the tub. He
dipped it into the water and brough it up to rub across Zayn's neck and chest.
Zayn watched him. Liam continued to run the washcloth down his stomach. "You
got yourself all dirty last night," he said as he reached for the soap.
"I seem to remember you getting me dirty too," Zayn whispered.
Liam smiled at the memory. He used the soapy washcloth to rub along Zayn's
stomach again, cleaning off the bits of come that lingered there. The washcloth
dipped beneath the surface of the water as Liam's hand probed lower. Zayn
squirmed a little as the washcloth circled his cock and rubbed gently. Liam
continued even lower, rubbing against his hole. He dropped all presence of
cleaning him off, a finger pressing against him gently. "I think I might want
to get you dirty again," he whispered.
Zayn set the tea on the floor before it spilled. Liam was teasing him, pushing
the tip of his finger in and pulling it back out again. It slid in easily after
a moment. Liam immediately began to search for the spot he knew would drive him
wild. "On second thought," he said as he slid another finger in, "I don't think
we should go out tonight after all. We're going to be much too busy here."
Zayn moaned softly as Liam's fingers found his prostate. He leaned back against
the tub, his eyes falling closed. After all, maybe Liam's fingers were a good
way to wake up after all. He could get used to this. "There," he whispered
softly. "Don't stop."
***** Sunday *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I had some
     issues with writer's block there for a while and kept getting
     distracted. Hopefully this last chapter will be worth it though. Let
     me know what you guys think. And as always, I am happy to take
     suggestions for other fics, just hit me up either on here or on
     tumblr.
     The fic blog: Scylla87
Zayn watched the sun coming up in the distance. He hated to see it. It meant
that he would have to go home, something that he was desperate not to have to
do. It was nice being in this little bubble with Liam, but he knew that it
couldn't last. It was almost time for them both to go back to their lives,
almost time for Liam to forget all about him.
Zayn rolled over to face the older man beside him. Liam was already waking up
himself. "Bright," the older man muttered.
"We forgot to close the curtains last night," Zayn responded. "I think we gave
your neighbors a bit of a show."
Liam chuckled softly. He reached over and pulled Zayn closer to him. Zayn went
willingly, wanting to be touched for as long as Liam would let him stay. He
nuzzled against his chest as Liam wrapped his arm around Zayn's back. "It's too
early for you to be up," Liam said, kissing along Zayn's neck.
Zayn sighed softly, his fingers twisting into Liam's hair. This was what he
wanted, to be here in this bed, with this man until he had no choice but to go.
He winced sharply as Liam's fingers rubbed against his stretched hole. "Just a
little sore," Zayn said as Liam pulled away slightly to look at him. He lended
forward and kissed him softly. "The price I pay for loving the feel of you
inside of me," he whispered against Liam's lips. He reached behind him and
directed his lover's hand back against him. "You always make me feel so good."
Liam deepened their kiss, drawing Zayn into him. Zayn ran his hands under one
of the pillows frantically trying to find the bottle he had shoved under there
mere hours before. By the time he had found it, Liam's fingers were pushing
into him, but luckily he was stretched enough that the burn wasn't anything he
couldn't handle. Without looking he popped open the cap and poured some onto
his hand. Liam bit his bottom lip softly as Zayn wrapped his hand around the
man's cock and spread the lube with rapid strokes.
Without breaking their kiss, Zayn threw his leg over Liam's hip and rolled them
over so he was on top. He didn't even need to push Liam's fingers away as he
grabbed his lover's cock and directed it between his cheeks. He hissed sharply
as the head split him open. "It's okay baby," Liam soothed against his mouth.
He was always like that when he knew he'd hurt Zayn accidentally, and Zayn
didn't have the heart to tell him that he liked it that way, loved the pain a
little too much. He was so raw that easing down was like nothing he'd ever felt
before. He wanted to let Liam bottom out so he could adjust for a moment, but
he couldn't help but want to take it even slower, prolong the pain for as long
as possible.
He sunk down to Liam's base and exhaled sharply. He never thought that it would
fell like this. Since that first night, all he'd been able to think about was
getting to ride Liam again. Zayn pulled back some and sat back, driving Liam's
cock against his prostate. He started to move slowly, taking his time. He ran a
hand along the older man's chest, tangling his fingers in Liam's chest hair.
Liam lay there, still half asleep, and watched him. "You always look so pretty
on my cock. And so content."
Zayn smiled softly. Liam reached out and wrapped his hand around Zayn's cock.
He stroked him slowly as Zayn's hips set a rhythm. They were both so lazy in
their movements, but it felt too good to pick up the pace just yet. "I wish
this didn't have to end," Zayn said softly.
Liam smiled. "I like how cute you look when you get off on me coming inside of
you too much to drag this out too long."
Zayn nodded a little to himself. He wished he could keep things like this,
could have this fully. He wanted to be able to stay here, in this moment, with
Liam inside of him, one hand on his hip the other on his cock. And more than
anything he wished that he could say that.
Liam seemed to know what he was thinking. "When do you need to be back?"
Zayn bit his lip. "A couple of hours probably." The words were barely audible.
Liam nodded as he ran his hand up Zayn's chest and wrapped it around the boy's
face. He directed Zayn's gaze to him as he stroked the boy faster. "Do you
think you'd be able to come back next weekend?"
Zayn opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a soft moan as Liam
flicked his hips up to drive right into his spot. He nodded firmly, mouth still
parted slightly.
Liam ran his hand along Zayn's cheek. "Now be a good boy and come all over
yourself for me."
Zayn moaned loudly as he speed up his hips. They didn't have much time left,
and he wanted to make Liam come before he had to go home. But at least he
wouldn't have to wait long for the next time around.
End Notes
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