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Ziam - Runs In The Family

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"You like that? Like having my thick cock stretching you huh?" Liam growled, Zayn’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "Yes. F-fuck yeah, so big." Zayn whined, his nails scratching down the skin of Liam’s spine as their lips meet in a heated, sloppy kiss.

Liam’s strong, large hands kneaded into Zayn’s hips, holding him firmly down into the mattress as he pounded into him. Zayn’s moans were angelic, like music to Liam’s ears. His head was pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed and his body held against Liam’s.

"Liam, d-daddy, oh fuck, god, yeah." Zayn whined, only spurring Liam on to fuck into him harder, his body going completely limp. "That’s it, you fucking slut, take Daddy’s massive cock like a good boy." Liam groaned, his teeth working Zayn’s neck.

And then Liam woke.

Quite harshly. He bolted upright, eyes snapping open. His covers were at his thighs, his body layered in sweat and his cock hard, straining against his stomach.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he rubbed his palms into his face. It happened again, that dream. He’s had many lately, ever since Zayn stayed at his just a couple of weeks ago, and he walked in on him after his shower, stood completely naked.

For some years now, Liam’s liked Zayn. He never really thought that he was gay, but the boy was just so perfect. Zayn was smaller and thinner and less-built than Liam and he had a tight body and a pretty face and dark skin and amazing thighs.

And the worst part? Well, Zayn and Liam were cousins. 

Obviously, Liam never meant to fall in love with Zayn, it just kinda happened. He’s 20 now, Zayn 16, and ever since the latter was 13, Liam’s had feelings for him. He knew it was wrong, and had managed to avoid it (mostly) until that night when Zayn stayed. 

Liam looked down at the ache between his legs. He wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, gasping at the feeling. Working himself off, eyes closed tight, Liam moaned quietly, his spare hand going to the metal headboard behind him, fingers grasping the material. 

It didn’t take long for his orgasm to wash over him, thoughts of Zayn dancing through his mind as he released messily over his stomach and hand. His head slumped into the pillows, eyes falling open as he breathed heavily.

"Li? You awake yet?" Karen called out, startling the naked boy upstairs. "Uh, y-yeah." Liam replied, his voice horse from both sleep and his recent orgasm. "I want you dressed, we’re going to my sister’s."

Liam’s eyes shot open at his mother’s words. Her sister’s? That means they’re going to Zayn’s house, and Liam really doesn’t think he can handle seeing his cousin today, especially not after his dream.

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He hates himself for it. For allowing his mum to trick him into going, despite his pleas’, excuses and whatever else he tried to avoid going. They pulled up outside, and they’re’s more cars than usual.

Liam walked in ahead of his mother, eager to find something to do so he could avoid Zayn. He’s unsuccessful in that, very unsuccessful. As soon as the front door’s closed, there’s Zayn, stood at the bottom of the stairs with a wide grin on his face.

"You here on your own?" Zayn asked, and Liam really has to gather himself together. His eyes rake down his cousin’s body, then back up. Zayn’s wearing a white tank top, which showcases his defining arms, teaming the shirt with a pair of red shorts, that reveal his slim, dark-skinned legs. "Uh, Li?"

Liam snapped his head up to meet Zayn’s eyes, clearing his throat. “Uh, no, mum’s just coming.” Zayn walked closer to Liam. “You here for the barbecue then?” He smiled, sorting a few strands of his hair.