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Zarry - Dominance

Dominance {Zarry one-shot}

Contains mature content

Summary: Harry wants to show Zayn what he’s missing and remind him who was there first, and he only knows one way to do that.

 

"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off her dress?" Harry quoted darkly in Zayn’s ear as he circled the fidgeting boy dominantly. His lips brushed the tanned ear as he spoke; the breath hitting off the skin to trigger an involuntary shudder from Zayn.

 ”Think of what you did and I hope to God’s she’s worth it, when the lights are dim and your heart’s racing as your fingers touch her skin” Harry’s fingers brushed lightly down the side of Zayn’s neck, the feeling almost as if Harry were trying to put Zayn in a trance; a controlling spell of sultry commands. Zayn’s eyes were pinned to the wall in front of him; the photos screaming out uncomforting and awkward desperation. He wanted to look away, but the power Harry had over him stopped him from drawing his eyes to the authoritative boy.

The photos littering the plain walls were of Zayn and his new girlfriend. Photos of them laughing, joking, smiling; anything couple like. Most people would be happy if they saw the photos; deeming it sweet and cute. But Harry couldn’t think like that. Harry was jealous. And he wasn’t about to hide that any time soon.

"I’ve got more wit" Harry bit down on Zayn’s earlobe, tugging it downwards with a little force to lure a moan from the other boy.

"A better kiss" Harry pressed his slickened lips to the back of Zayn’s neck, goosebumps erupting over the area instantly from the light touch.

"A hotter touch" His nimble fingers ran down Zayn’s chest from the top of his pecs, smoothing over the thin material of the shirt down over his defined abs. Zayn gasped as those fingers entered past his belt, staying stationary as they graced the bulging boxers.

Harry’s tongue licked a strip up the side of Zayn’s neck until his mouth reached Zayn’s ear where he whispered dirtily into it; "A better fuck".

His hips bucked towards Zayn’s ass to press his hard crotch to the older boy; to potentially show him what he was missing. His long cock was no doubt obvious through the jean material, the skinny’s complimenting his already largely apparent bulge. With the pressure from Harry’s hands holding Zayn’s crotch in position, Zayn had no choice but to feel the prominence on his backside; he had no choice but to endure the on-turning touch.

"Than any girl you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me" Harry’s quiet words to Zayn were so sweetly coated that without any other knowledge, one would not know the sour taste they left in Harry’s mouth; the word ‘had’ causing more pain than he let on. The curls on Harry’s head pressed against Zayn’s short cut, the bristles tickling his damp skin from the close proximity the two were in.

"Boy I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of " Zayn’s eyes stayed trained on the wall in front, knowing that with one flash of the eyes it would all be over."Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?”

Images blazed through the two boys’ minds of previous events. The same sequence of images which rotated every time one of them needed some form of release. The heavy breathing as they shredded clothing from their bodies; the sloppy and eager yet passionate kisses; the steam fogging the car windows as they pounded together. Nothing had meant anything then; but it sure as hell did now. The saying of you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it came in to play for both Harry and Zayn. Zayn pretended he was happy; but Harry knew different, or maybe he just wanted to believe different.