touch my heart

and tickle my soul

"I love weekends."

He hums in agreement, his fingers tracing circles on my hip where my hoodie is riding up.

"Me too because I beat you at Scrabble twice."

"You're an English teacher Zayn." He laughs brightly and kisses my temple. "I can't believe we went a week without touching. It felt like eternity."

His love felt so unattainable yesterday but now he's within reach so I indulge in a kiss, savoring his taste and the dip of his upper lip.

His tongue slips into my mouth and my body quivers.

I want to devour him. He's afraid of moving too fast but reflecting on time made me realize it's never too soon for anything.

Take nothing for granted and cherish each moment.

He sucks little bruises on my neck, his hands tugging at my chocolate curls before our lips re-connect. It's swift and sloppy but so indescribably good.

"Need you like I need cigarettes," he exhales.

"Breathe you in like I breathe air," I pant and he presses his nose to mine as we heave, struggling to catch the said breath.

He bites at my lip and I come undone, my mind static like a fuzzy television screen. I find myself in his lap and he palms me through my tight jeans.

red raw lips

and dark

black lashes

touch me

there

again

and again

until i forget

everything

"S-shit, I'm intoxicated."

His hand stops moving and he sends me an unsure look.

"Drunk on you," I clarify.

"Ahhhh, I see. We're drunk on each other. Very cute wordplay."

"Wordplay," I tease. "Is that our form of foreplay?"

So this time we go slow and delicately, our lips softly meeting. He parts my tongue tentatively and I sigh into his mouth.

When he pulls away there's a glint in his eyes I've never seen before.

"You are sheer joy," he murmurs against my neck. "Pink cheeks and bright eyes."

He presses a kiss to my throat and I shiver. "I could feel your pulse strumming under my lips."

I can't contain myself any longer and stroke him through his pants. His eyes flutter closed, his mouth parting obscenely.

Soon his hand does the same and we pant against each other's mouths, maddened but unsure of what to do next.

He rolls the heel of his palm against my crotch as he continues to kiss me.

Just kisses and kisses and kisses.

My nails dig desperately into his back, leaving shallow half-moon marks in his skin. He tugs my sweatshirt up over my head and my stomach lurches as he pulls me impossibly closer.

His teeth catch on my nipple and I hiss, my body flinching as he tugs gently with his teeth.

"Zayn, Zayn, Zayn," I moan out delirious.

His thumbs circle over my sensitive buds until they're hard, his tongue sweeping over them. I gasp as he gives a little pinch and my eyes are lidded as they close. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed and I look like a mess but I don't care. I've never been touched like this.

"You're so beautiful." My eyes open slowly and I drink him in.

"Usually you touch me with your words but I'm getting used to your gentle hands and the taste of your lips."

Losing track of time. That happens too.

losing track

of time

losing touch

with reality

my eyes

closing

as he strokes

that one spot,

strokes slowly,

steadily,

trying

to keep

his breathing

in check

"Sorry I can't take you out on a proper date. I'll make up for it this summer when you're graduated."

"You don't owe me anything."

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Let's just talk."

He smiles and ruffles my hair with his fingers. "Okay, I can do that. That's one of my many skills."

"You're very gifted at it," I giggle.

We end up listening to Bon Iver instead and Zayn doesn't want to dance but when I place my hand firmly on his hip and smile he gives in. His arms wrap around my neck and our bodies mold together.

i feel

the beat

of his heart

and his soft

breath

on my neck,

his softness

all over me

the heat of

his hands

and his body

contains me

"I knew you could dance."

"I never said I couldn't, I just don't like to."

"What about with me?" My lips skim over his neck and his eyes sear into mine.

"Dance with me again."

...

I find myself curled up beside him in his bed, our fingers entwined.

i promise myself

that every night

before the darkness

shallows this already

blackened world whole

i'll tell him how

beautiful he is

and i'll show

how i love him

even in

his darkest hours

"I like the dusty corners of your soul and the ugly things you try to keep hidden Harry."

"The words you speak are my favorite quotes. I have them bookmarked in my brain and tucked safely in my heart. If I wrote down all the beautiful things you've ever said I'd have an entire volume of books."

"Harry, oh Harry."

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his crisp scent, his quiff tickling my nose.

"What have I still not taught you?"

"You should let me demonstrate what I can do with my mouth."

"Why babe? I bet I can do better."

"Prove it."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything."

I don't even have to beg.

"I like the wetness of your mouth and the lust laden rasp of your voice. Move to the edge of the bed for me babe."

I scoot to corner of the bed and don't think twice about him being my teacher. He's so much more than that.

He drops to his knees and cups my member. I grind meekly into the palm of his hand, realizing how hard I've suddenly become.

"Please forgive me," I stammer. "I'm just a horny teenager." He smirks, pulling me off the bed and I grind up against him, my hips rolling. A thin sheen of sweat makes my body glisten and I thrust up into his palm. He stills my hands.

"I've got you babe." My muscles clench and I whimper as I lift my hips more, trying to get some temporary relief, the friction driving me insane.

His fingers slip under the waistband of my underwear. My skin is flushed and sticky with sweat but he doesn't mind. His tongue flicks over my nipples, his hand gently squeezing around my neck. His thumb applies more pressure and my breath falters, my pulse strumming under his touch.

"You like that?"

I nod and he captures my thumb, pulling it into his soft moist mouth. His tongue licks and sucks at it, catching me by surprise. His cheeks hallow and his eyelids flutter closed.

He sucks my thumb deeper into his mouth. My body won't still, I continue moving my hips rhythmically, beads of sweat pooling at my hairline.

The inside of his mouth is so soft I'm afraid my thumb will dissolve against the inside of his cheeks. My body trembles and I come suddenly, inadvertently biting down on his thumb.

I've never come from something so simple, my body bucking and my mouth falling wide open.

He tugs down my boxers and kneels, guiding my member into his mouth. He sucks agonizingly slow and I tug at his soft coal black tufts of hair. He takes me in all the way, making me gasp and thrust upward. He gags at the sudden jolt and pulls back, a string of saliva connecting my tip with his pink plump lips. Tears prick at my eyes as he hums, sending vibrations through my body.

I think he's going to send me over the edge again but he pulls off with a loud pop, his eyes glistening.

"Touch me again Zayn. Tenderly, tenderly," I say sleepily, my eyelids growing heavy.

Our lips can touch and we can taste all the dreams we have hidden beneath our bones.