"Can I have your number?"
"I literally just gave you your first drink for tonight."
"It's not like I asked for your home address!"
"Anything else you would like to order?"
"How about that number? Because I find you very- I mean very..."
"...
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49. Zustin - My Neck, My Back.
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"I will bruise, you idiot." Zayn moaned in pain and pleasure when Justin slammed him against the door and kissed down his jaw.
"Sorry," Justin replied not sounding apologetic at all. His one hand was occupied with punching in the alarm system while the other was grasping on Zayn's waist.
"My shoes." Zayn let out in a huff of breaths when Justin started to pull him inside the house. He pushed at the back of the left foot with his front of the left foot, succeeding only in halfway with all the stumbling and kissing they were doing.
"Uhu..." Justin placed his hands on Zayn's hip while also pushing him backward and kissing him on the neck. Before Zayn could protest more Justin pulled at the bottom of the t-shirt, exposing Zayn's collarbone and licking the outline of the flesh with his wet tongue.
Zayn's one shoe came off as they kept moving but before he could try to remove the other sneaker Justin's hand went under his t-shirt, feeling him up and down the torso and the back. Zayn shuddered with anticipation as the hands touched, grasped him. "Never mind." Zayn's hands found a home in Justin's hair, he craned his neck when Justin's lips kissed and sucked on his skin.
Justin guided them up the stairs, Zayn's eyes lingered on the back of the sofa where they had done it for the first time. A feeling erupted in his stomach, thinking of how intimate it will be to do it in Justin's bedroom, between his sheets where he slept every day, where Justin spent most of his time and now he was willing to share it with Zayn. Zayn closed his eyes trying to calm his emotions, not wanting to get too deep into the thought of how Justin was so open to him and how much he trusted him like this, that without asking anything in return he would invite Zayn in his world.
