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Zarry/Lirry - No answer

"So, um. Is he—Is he always like...that?" Liam asked shyly, a flush staining his cheeks as he avoided Zayn's eyes at all costs.

Zayn chuckled to himself and nodded. "Pretty much," he replied.

Liam looked around, making sure they were alone in the dressing room before he continued. "And the—the calling you 'daddy' thing... You're okay with that?" he whispered.

"Yeah, f'course," Zayn shrugged. "Harry's into it more than I am—was, actually," he corrected. "It's, uh. It’s hard to say no to that face."

"Right," Liam muttered noncommittal, clearing his throat.

Zayn grinned, watching how Liam shifted about for a moment. "You wanna do it again, Leemo?" he asked, walking across the room until he was standing next to his best mate.

Liam jumped when Zayn's fingers trailed across his forearm. "N-No, I just—"

"You wanna fuck my boyfriend again, don't you?" Zayn repeated with a smile. "It's alright, Liam, you can admit it. He's been hinting about it, actually."

"Has he?" Liam swallowed.

Zayn nodded and hummed. "Was almost jealous for a minute, when he asked if I would let him take your cock again. Had to fuck him hard, spank him 'til he forgot your name. Then I plugged him up so all he could feel all day was my spunk inside of him, dripping down the back of his thighs in those stupid skinny jeans," Zayn whispered, leaning in and letting his lips trail across the column of Liam's neck as he spoke, not missing when he shivered.

"Oh. Is, um, is that why he was walking funny yesterday?" Liam muttered, a poor excuse for a joke.

"Mhmm," Zayn agreed, slipping a hand down Liam's front to brush across his prick. "I would let him ride you, if you wanted, Leemo. He's good at that. He'll prep himself for you and everything. Just wants to make everyone happy, y'know? Bet we could have him in tears, begging to come, before the night is over."

Liam flushed as Zayn's fingers pressed against his cock, fattening up in his jeans. "Zayn—"

"I've only ever made him come twice, but with you? We could try to make him come dry on our pricks, could have him whimpering and boneless as we take turns fucking him until he cries, yeah?" Zayn whispered, wrapping both arms around Liam's waist to hold him up, slipping one hand inside of his jeans to wrap around his fat cock. Zayn moaned softly against his ear, jerking him off slowly. "Almost forgot how big you were. Would love to see Harry's pretty mouth stretched around your big cock, yeah?"

Liam gasped as Zayn's fingers pressed against the leaking head of his cock, slipping back down to his base and jerking him off quickly. Liam reached for the basin of the sink, gripping tightly as Zayn got him off. It was a combination of everything, really, Zayn's words and the images they provoked, and Liam just wanted to come.

"Wanna see his pretty pink lips wrapped around you, yeah? He'd let you fuck his throat—loves that. I would fuck him as he sucked you off, Li," Zayn whispered filthily into his ear, tightening his hold on Liam's cock as he got him off. "Love to see you come on his face as I come on his pretty little hole. Then I would sit him down on your cock, yeah? Help him ride you, lick your spunk off his face until you're coming again. Maybe we should see how many times we can get you off..."

Liam came with a cry, spilling over Zayn's fist, body shaking. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to fight off the embarrassment, but he couldn't. "Zayn—"

"Don't worry, Leemo," Zayn said lowly. "No need to be embarrassed. You come to me when you want a second go, yeah? My boy and I are always ready," he promised.