Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

12. Shake it off 2

Zayn

I just have to press my mouth on his lips. It's so easy. That's all I long for right now. My lips crave his full, pink mouth. Yesterday I dreamed of it and today this man is standing so close to me. Kiss him, I encourage myself. Just kiss him and experience the new, the unknown, the exciting. His green eyes stare at my lips. It's an internal struggle. Harry swallows and his Adam's apple moves. He doesn't have the guts, I think. In his gaze I see the desire to taste my lips. Harry also hesitates.

"Could you please let me go? My wrists hurt already," 

His voice is low and husky and interrupts this erotic moment. I clear my throat and let him go. Harry rubs his aching spot. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," I whisper back and avoid his gaze. What has gotten into me? He's not answering.

Instead, he turns to my numerous paintings, which were on the walls and also on the floor.

"They are beautiful, so expressive and powerful," he says.

I follow him and he's got his back to me now.

"Do you think so?"

I breathe over his shoulder into his ear. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss this wonderful creature once, it comes to my mind. Harry is my challenge not letting me sleep at night. He is the man I worship, because he is demure and aloof. He is the man whose intelligence is so erotic that I have to think of him during sex.

"Well, I don't know anything about art. But if you want a layman's opinion... It is amazing," he whispers worshiping, without changing his posture.

Then Harry laughs and adds: "But I can hardly recognize subjects? What did you draw? Landscapes, things or people?"

The time is right. I reach for his right hand from behind. Harry winces like every time I touch him. Slowly I'm pulling him towards me. His back now leans against my chest, my head is on his shoulder. 

"You always have to look at paintings from a distance, Harry. This will make it much easier to see the intensity of the colors and especially the subject of the painter. "

My voice is warm and scratchy. Harry's breath is warm and I hear him moaning a little.

"Do you see now what I've painted?"

He nods. His hand is still in mine. We both seem to enjoy this closeness.

"Let me paint you, Harry." 

While I whisper this to him, my lips nibble tenderly on his ear. He's moaning quietly. My mouth slowly moves down his neck. Oh my God, I think. What am I doing? I'm seriously seducing a man? Damn, yes, I do and it feels right.

"Zayn, please," I hear Harry say.

"Stop it. I don't want you to do things you'll regret later".

He's trying to turn away, but I hold him tight and I keep kissing him. 

"Stay."

My left hand reaches for Harry's. We're holding hands and I feel like a teenager. His soft skin tastes like perfume. I won't leave an inch untouched. 

"I don't regret anything right now, Styles. On the contrary, it's a special treat," I breathe.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he asks.

My lips have reached his shoulder and are sucking on it.

"What did you say?", I want to know.

"Why are you kissing me like that," he moans.

Should I really reveal to him that I desire him? Will he believe me? In his view I'm the arrogant straight guy who is playing games with him.

"What do you want me to say, Styles?" I reply seductively.

"How about the truth?" he answers breathing heavily and tilts his head back.

He's enjoying it too, I think.

"Why do you always question everything? Just let it happen. We both don't know how this journey is going to end. It is exciting. You are exciting," I add and let my tongue dance on his skin.

"We aren't allowed to do that, Zayn. We are both married. We're cheating on our wives," he suddenly says.

His words hit me hard.

"No one needs to know, Harry - just the two of us."

I make one last attempt. He shakes his head. The main difference between him and me, really... is that he is honest and caring... and I am not. These character traits are honorable, but they ruin the exciting atmosphere. All of a sudden I'm back in reality.

"You're right, Harry. How stupid of me," I reply disappointed and let him go.

He is surprised by my reaction. I see it clearly on his face. Probably he expected the opposite.

"Your milk", I cough. "Don't forget your milk, Styles."