"Guess you're stuck with me for the rest of the semester."

"Oh thank God," I release a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Guess who got caught cheating on an exam?"

"Karma is a bitch."

"Not a very reliable source, huh? Mrs. Jones figured she wasn't trustworthy. That was so close."

I throw my arms around him, tears soaking his shirt.

"I can't graduate soon enough," I sniffle, wiping away my tears.

"You can say that again," he chuckles. "Come to my place tonight, I have something special planned."

"Okay," I blush. "You don't have to you know."

"I want to. We can consider it our first official date."

...

"A bed fort! Where did you get the fairy lights?" Ooohh the canopy is so pretty. Zayn," I kiss his cheek and he smiles satisfied.

"How does Chinese food sound?"

"Perfect," I peck his lips and he's quick to order chicken fried rice.

"We should watch that lame movie you told me about."

"No. Sleepless in Seattle," I whine.

"I love that movie," he beams.

"You're growing out your hair."

His chin is scruffy, my fingers scratch at his forming beard and his eyes flutter closed.

"Do you like that," my breath fans across his neck and I see him suck in a tiny breath, his chest rising and falling as it presses against me.

"Yes," he sighs.

letting my

hands get

lost in

raven black

tufts of hair

fingers

and thumbs

I push him onto the pillows but there's a knock on the door and I curse my timing.

"Babe, get off of me. That's our takeout."

"Not hungry for that," I rasp out.

"Harry," he grumbles.

"Okay, okay."

We share the takeout box, two forks digging into the rice as the television flickers.

My head falls onto his shoulder and it hits me.

He's my forever. This is just the beginning.

"There's something I want to do to you."

"That sounds sexual," he smirks.

"Borderline. Shirt off."

He places the takeout on the coffee table and unbottons his flannel, laughing as I wander off the fetch my backpack.

"Are you doing homework or are you doing me?"

"Be quiet Zayn."

I pull out a bottle and his brows arch in surprise.

"Rosemary scented oil?"

I warm up the oil and rub it down his sides over and over until his eyes flutter closed. They massage his stomach, tracing circles around his bellybutton.

His breath hitches as I undo his zipper and his jeans come off, my hands moving lower to stroke the inside of his thighs. His eyes snap open, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

"Never knew you were this good with your hands. Maybe you should-"

He's cut short as my hand wraps around his member, stroking slowly.

The movie is just background noise, the light being emitted from the screen casting shadows beneath his jaw, his long black lashes leaving shadows on his smooth cheek.

I trail kisses down his jaw and let my tongue slip into his mouth as my hand continues to pump. His moan hits the back of my throat, making my cock twitch and my heart trill.

And he shoots his load all over my hand.

"Sorry babe," there's a faint blush on his cheeks that's so beautiful I want to cry.

"Such a mess," I scoop back down to caress his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"My turn," he murmurs.

And he asserts his dominance, flipping me over as my arms wrap around his neck.

"Bring any condoms babe?"

I nod breathless as he tears open a packet.

"So prepared," he smiles.

"Forgot the lube," I blush.

He inserts his finger into his mouth, slicking it up before it stretches me out.

"Ever heard of spit?"

"He swap it all the time."

"Your mouth is filthy Harry."

I smirk as I question "then why do you kiss it?"

"Don't be naughty."

"You should be naughty. Whisper dirty things in my ear. Fuck me deep into the pillows."

A second finger slips in and he jokingly says "we need some Bon Iver or Damien Rice."

"Ever heard of Björk?"

"I have now."

I can't think straight after that and my insides tremble.

He stops to kiss me. His mouth is so unbelievably soft, I never get used to it. His beard scratches my upper lip and brushes across the corner of my mouth before tickling my chin.

My pulse is strumming in my throat.

His finger rubs at my taint I could come just from that. He bites at my jaw, a low noise forming at the back of my mouth and his teeth catch my lower lip.

I can't wait for him to roll on a condom and thrust into me so my hand falls to my side and tugs roughly at my member. I pant softly and he gives my ass a firm little squeeze, his hands dragging up over my back, my shoulders and my chest.

He pinches at my sensitive buds and I let out a gasp.

I feel it building, my stomach tensing before my whole body

spasms

toes splaying,

back arching

and spine

tingling

my nerves

on edge

as he whispers

i love you

My body relaxes as he ever so gently milks the lazt drop, with short, deliberate tugs.

"We could waste a whole night getting each other off, just our warm mouths and gentle hands."

My heart is stirring, going mad in my ribcage, clawing to get out. I'm aching to be touched by him again.

It's been mere seconds but I'm so eager, my emerald eyes sparkling.

I lay down face buried in the pillows, knees tucked up under me.

"You're being such a good boy for me," Zayn praises.

He sits behind me and I have to bite one of the pillows, the soft heat of his skin so close my cock strains.

I'm still hard and it hurts when the head catches on the sheets he has layed out.

A pitiful whine slips past my lips so his finger traces down my spine before he kisses the nape of my neck. He bites down softly at my shoulder, the warm inside of his mouth leaving a trail of saliva.

He grips at my cheeks, spreading me open, his hot breath fanning across my tight hole.

He presses a soft kiss to my flinching skin and his tongue flicks across quickly. His beard tickles but he soon moves, dragging his flat rough tongue over my cheeks and inbetween my quaking legs to my sensitive balls.

I've never felt something quite like this but my mind is spinning.

It laps over my hole and

ohhh

it's wet

and so good

so so so so so good

It gets even wetter, as he gives a slick and sloppy kiss. One so dirty it draws a sound from the back of my throat.

and another sound

and another and another

i can't even remember

my name

or the name of

the movie on

the flatscreen

but before long

i'm moaning

my hands

fisting in

the silken

sheets

When he pauses to breathe I'm met with a sudden gust of cold air that rivals the heat of his mouth. My toes curl up. My hole clenches up and then loosens again

the span

of my

heartbeats

grows shorter

as it beats

frantically,

my whole

body pulsing

again and again

His nails dig into my flesh, his mouth still working at my tender skin. His stubble is rough as it scratches along my flesh.

My cock is even harder now, his tongue lashing against my hole.

"Zayn," I moan. "Slower."

My cheek is creased against a pillow that's wet with my own dribble.

The wild thump of my heart won't slow but his movements do.

He bites at my left cheek before putting a lazy open-mouthed kiss to my hole. There's a bit of suction, his tongue rubbing against me gently.

My sock is swollen now, my heartbeat erratic.

His tongue presses inside me and I claw at the sheets.

It keeps working at the rim and delving back in.

"More Zayn," I beg.

Pleads and demands keep spilling from my mouth.

I whimper as his tongue leaves.

"Don't be a naughty boy Harry."

With that I disobey, touching myself and he leaves a hard slap on my right cheek. It stings and my eyes water. He kneads at the assaulted flesh for a bit before flipping me over onto my back.

"I'm sorry Zayn," I pout.

"Shhh babe. Now the condom can be put to use, yeah?"

"Yeah," I echo breathlessly. "Do most people go this far on a first date?"

His eyes glitter as he licks the shell of my ear and whispers "we aren't most people."

A/N: HOLY SHIT CAITLIN