Book name: Protection
Summary: It was supposed to be a casual date between Harry and his rather feminine soon to be boyfriend Zayn, but things get a little out of hand...
(Bottom Zayn)
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(Harry's p.o.v.)
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"Orange." I commented, looking into his eyes.
Zayn smirked, stepping out of his jeans and closer to me.
"Your favourite, right?" He whispered, an innocent look on his face as he looked up at me again.
I bit my lip, nodding a little.
Just before I moved to grab him and throw him down on the bed, he turned and left the room.
I got myself together, and followed him.
As I put the movie in, Zayn relocated Isaac to the armchair, putting his shirt down for him as well.
Isaac happily curled up on Zayn's shirt, burying his face beneath his paws.
"D'you want any snacks?" I asked.
"Maybe later, I'm okay for now." Zayn nodded.
"Okay." I smiled, sitting next to him.
"Is this orange okay?" I asked, showing him the bottle of nail polish I bought.
"Matches." He smiled, lifting my- or his shirt so I could see the colour of his boxers.
"Good." I smiled, looking into his eyes after he pulled the shirt back down.
"Feet." I said, sitting back and patting my lap.
Zayn moved closer to me, bending his legs the slightest bit and putting his feet in my lap.
"Shake it first." Zayn said as I started to unscrew the lid.
"Oh, right." I said, closing it and shaking the bottle.
I glanced at his legs, becoming distracted by how smooth they looked.
I placed the bottle in my lap, sliding my hand up his leg until I reached where the shirt began.
Zayn blushed as I slowly rubbed his thigh, eventually lifting his gaze to meet mine.
"Your skin is so soft." I said quietly.
"Focus, Harry." He chuckled, nodding toward the nail polish.
"I am." I smirked, sliding my fingers to his inner thigh.
"I've been looking forward to this all day, c'mon." Zayn smiled, smacking my hand away.
"Excuse me." I scoffed, tapping his hand.
Zayn reached over and flicked my nose, and it hurt more than I expected.
I stared at him for a moment before I moved across the couch and pinned him down, chuckling at how shocked he looked.
"Don't flick me." I whispered, looking down at him.
He looked over my face, smiling little before he leant up and playfully nibbled on my nose.
"What're you doing?" I laughed, pulling back a little.
He rested his head back down against the couch, shrugging.
"Tasting you." He said softly with a smirk, his eyes sparkling.
"Can I taste you?" I asked.
He blushed a little. "Yeah." He whispered, biting his lip.
I leant down and gave him a full kiss, licking into his mouth during the next kiss.
