Zayn was dead asleep. Niall was wide awake. He was worn out, but his mind was running a mile a minute. This was the end of their first full, uninterrupted day together and Zayn was unreadable. Insatiable but unreadable. Not that Niall minded the former, but now he was sore in the best way and couldn't sleep. He couldn't get past what he was missing. He kept thinking over their day, trying to remember if he'd done anything that didn't please Zayn or made him upset.

He remembered the morning on the long couch with Zayn laid back half-watching the news, a sharp eye on anything that seemed important, while Niall sat on his stomach and wanked. Zayn had asked him to stay quiet so he could hear and if he made too much noise that he'd collar and leash him and wouldn't touch him for the rest of the day. Niall had nodded emphatically and worked himself up until he was shaking and coloring Zayn's tan skin with sperm.

He remembered out by the water when Zayn sat back on a lounge and Niall knelt on a towel in front of him. Zayn told him to open himself up nice and slow while he watched. He went one at a time, stretching his hole loose while decisively keeping his other hand off himself. Zayn's breathing was the only sign he was even paying attention, but he fingered himself until he came with a cry.

Then just now in bed, Zayn passed Niall a dildo and told him to fuck himself without any more extra prep. Zayn sat at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on where Niall had the toy inside himself, but he didn't touch him. He only gave a soft hum of approval when Niall shook through his orgasm before passing Niall a wet flannel and a smile. Then he got under the covers and told Niall goodnight.

He couldn't understand why Zayn hadn't fucked him yet. Zayn wasn't shy about complimenting Niall's body or asking for what he wanted, so he figured it must be that Zayn didn't want him. Niall had one job and he couldn't even seem to do that. Niall looked over at his new Master. He looked so peaceful, like this whole day was a complete success and he could sleep in peace. If only Niall could find the same peace.

If Zayn didn't want him, if he was just getting out of Niall what he could before handing him back, at least he was kind enough to leave him untarnished. But Niall wanted this. Zayn was actually fantastic, and he knew his life wouldn't get better than being with this man. Tomorrow, he would do everything he could to get Zayn to really want him. Whatever it took for Zayn to keep him forever.

***

Niall woke up with the dawn to shower and make himself presentable, including being naked as Zayn instructed him yesterday, before he set to making Zayn breakfast in the very fancy kitchen. The fridge was stocked with goodies and they had all the dishes they needed. They could actually live here forever if they wanted, hidden away from the world.

Niall was stirring the eggs in a bowl when Zayn came in with just a pair of loose joggers and bed head. Niall felt fondness wash over him and he just wanted to kiss Zayn all over his expanse of tan skin. Zayn sat at one of the stools in front of the counter Niall was working at.

"Morning, sir."

Zayn merely grunted in his general direction and let his head fall to the counter. "Smells good," he mumbled against his arm.

"It's almost ready. Would you like to eat here or outside?"

Zayn's head pulled up at that and he looked outside at the mid-morning sun. "Outside sounds great. I'll grab drinks."

They set up their food out on the partially enclosed deck. Niall finally got Zayn to moan. Too bad it was at his bacon. But Zayn was obviously in a good enough mood now so he decided to start his advances. He wiped his mouth clean and slipped to his knees under the table. Zayn barely registered it, but when he felt Niall's hands on his thighs he leaned back and looked down at his slave.

"What's this?"

"I wanted to give you a proper good morning." Niall slid his hands up Zayn's legs to his hips, where he rubbed his thumbs along Zayn's waistband.

"That's very sweet, baby." Zayn scooted his chair back enough so Niall could get comfortable and lifted his hips as Niall tugged on his bottoms. Niall licked his lips faced with Zayn's morning wood. "Go on," Zayn ordered.

Niall licked over his lips once more before taking Zayn into his mouth. He licked along his shaft while he slowly bobbed his head, lips pressed tight around Zayn's cock. Zayn's hand found his hair and he rubbed the pads of his fingers into Niall's scalp encouragingly.

Niall moaned around Zayn's length and worked his hand on Zayn's base while he focused on his tip. Soon Zayn's thighs were tensing and Niall knew he had to try. He popped off, lips swollen and wet, making Zayn look down at him in confusion. Niall kept his hand moving but brought his other around behind himself to his hole.

"I'll open myself up and ride you if you'd like." Niall couldn't demand things of Zayn, but he had to make it clear what he wanted if he was going to make Zayn keep him.

Zayn shook his head though, bringing Niall's mouth to his pulsing cock again. "No, love. Just finish me off."

Niall couldn't argue, so he took Zayn back in his mouth and brought him to orgasm quickly before standing up and grabbing their dishes to take them to the kitchen. By the time Zayn caught his breath Niall was gone.

***

Zayn took them down to the water later and they swam together lazily in the tropical sun. Zayn made his way over and brought Niall to him, their chests pressed flush while he pulled Niall's legs up to straddle his waist. He buried his nose in Niall's salt-slick neck and kissed his skin. "Beautiful," he whispered.

Niall gripped Zayn's shoulders in response and hummed happily. "Thank you."

"Remind me to host a party in honor of your father for his kindness in letting me have you."

Niall nearly burst with the news. Surely Zayn was keeping him now. "I will. He would love that."

"You're so lovely, Niall. Soft and bright," he purred the words against Niall's neck and shoulder, imprinting them on his skin.

Niall squirmed in his grip, consequently grinding his erection on Zayn. Zayn groaned quietly at the feeling and dropped a hand from Niall's waist between them to press on Niall's crotch. The blonde's toes curled in the water and his breath hitched.

Zayn smirked and bit down on Niall's pale collarbone. "Want me to touch you?"

Niall nodded frantically, fingers digging deeper into Zayn's back. "Please, sir."

"Zayn, when we're intimate," he reminded.

"Zayn," Niall moaned as his master dipped his hand under Niall's swimsuit to wrap around him. The older boy went to work quickly, twisting his wrist and pressing his thumb across Niall's slit. Niall was rocking against him, trying to meld him own body with Zayn's just to be closer. "Fuck me," he begged. "Please."

Zayn's hand just moved faster. "No. I want you to come for me."

As trained, Niall felt his body tense at the command before he released white streaks into the water. Zayn pulled him through it and tucked his spent prick back in his trunks before dropping him to the ocean floor again. Niall watched as Zayn walked from the water, wet dripping off his skin and tight swimsuit, up the beach back into their bungalow.

***

Zayn had Niall against his chest while they sat back on the couch, a book on Niall's lap. It was getting late, but Niall was far too comfortable to mention it. Zayn's arms were around his waist and his lips were pressed to his neck. Niall was meant to be reading, but the last sentence he remembered was from twenty minutes ago.

When Zayn sucked Niall's earlobe into his mouth, he moaned and turned his head to kiss Zayn firmly on the lips. "Can we go to bed, please," Niall requested softly.

Zayn hummed and shifted out from under Niall before scooping him up bridal style and carrying him, book forgotten on the couch, to their vacation bed. He deposited Niall before opening his legs and kissing up his inner thigh teasingly.

Niall huffed little puffs of air but waited patiently for Zayn to take things further. When he just kept kissing and nibbling on Niall's thighs, Niall propped himself up on his elbows and begged, "Take me. I want you so bad. Please, fuck me."

Zayn sat back and closed his eyes hard while he shook his head. "Not yet," he said sternly.

Niall couldn't take it anymore. "Why not? Please, I just want to make you feel good!"

Zayn lips pressed together grimly. "You do."

Niall sat up and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Why won't you take me? Have I done something?"

Zayn was quick to reassure him with gentle hands on his knees. "No, baby, no. You're perfect."

"Then why?" Niall asked, quieter now.

Zayn got back up and stood at the end of the bed. "I've never done this before."

Niall watched for him to continue. When he didn't, Niall moved forward and knelt at the end of the bed so he could touch his Master, a barely-there hand on his stomach. "What do you mean?"

Zayn cupped Niall's cheek fondly and delivered a quick kiss to his forehead before admitting, "I've never had sex before. I was so protected in my childhood and I'm still so young."

Niall was pushed back into reality. Zayn was right, he was only a couple years older than Niall's age. He'd just lost his father, and now he had an entire country to run. And now a slave to manage. Niall was meant to be relieving his stress, not adding to it. He could see that Zayn was way too young for all of that.

"Sir," Niall started, but Zayn interrupted.

"I know," Zayn breathed out and started again. "I know what I want, and I know what I'm doing, but I've never actually done it before."

Niall just wanted to pull Zayn on top of him and kiss him senseless, but he figured Zayn was feeling a bit too vulnerable for that right now. Instead he nuzzled into Zayn's hand on his cheek and said, "Well, I never have either."

Zayn rolled his eyes. "I know that. My advisers were very proud of your pure status. But you're not meant to know what you're doing. I have to be the experienced one. I'm in charge."

"Yes, you are," Niall agreed with a soft smile. "You can do anything you want to me. I know that, whenever you decide to, you'll make us both feel so good."

Zayn let his forehead fall to Niall's, closing his eyes and breathing in the smell of the ocean and his slave. "How can you know?"

Niall wrapped his arms around Zayn's middle and leaned his chin up to kiss him. "You handle me so well. You make me want you all the time. From the moment I first met you, you made me want to obey."

Zayn made a low rumbling sound in his throat. "Really?"

Niall nodded and bit his lip in faux innocence. "You're in charge."

Zayn pushed Niall back on the bed and crawled between his legs. Niall spread himself shamelessly and Zayn immediately found the solid flesh of his inner thigh with his mouth again. But this time Zayn licked from the curve of his hip to his prick and up to his tip. Niall shuddered under his tongue and spread his legs impossibly wider.

"I know how much you want me, baby. You've been asking for days."

"I'm sorry. I just-"

Zayn took Niall in his mouth, effectively shutting him up. His other hand pointed to the bedside table. Niall got the hint and pulled the lube out, passing it to the darker boy. Zayn kept his mouth on Niall while he slicked up two fingers. He dropped the lube and Niall from between his lips to say, "Tell me if I hurt you."

"Only if I don't enjoy it," Niall teased.

Zayn flicked his shaft in retaliation, making Niall buck up and gasp, before pressing a finger to Niall's puckered hole. Niall wiggled down on Zayn's hand, earning a sharp slap to his thigh. "Be still," Zayn demanded, and Niall froze.

The dominant man pushed his first finger into Niall slowly until the second knuckle was pressing his rim. Niall's breathing was shoddy, but his dick was twitching so Zayn figured he was okay. He wiggled his finger inside Niall's airtight body, feeling along the warm walls in amazement. "You're so tight."

Niall groaned as Zayn thrust his finger in and out slowly. "Didn't- God- didn't penetrate myself for a month before the ceremony so I could be tight for you."

Zayn bit down on Niall's hip and groaned. "Fuck, Niall. Doesn't it hurt?"

Niall quickly shook his head. "You feel great. Please, more."

Zayn nudged his second finger into Niall's hole next to the first and pumped them lazily, watching Niall's entrance move around the digits. Niall was pressing his hips to the bed in an effort to keep still, but his hands were restless on the sheets. "Play with your nipples, baby. I'm almost done."

While Zayn scissored him open, Niall flicked his nipples to hardness, moaning every time. "Zayn," Niall pleaded.

"Okay," he relented and pulled his fingers out. He slicked himself up and leaned over Niall to kiss him. "Thank you," he whispered against his lips.

"Thank you," Niall answered, voice cracking and eyes drooping. "Inside," he urged airily.

Zayn kissed down his neck as he pushed inside, shaking as Niall's warmth enveloped him. He got a little eager and pushed in the last few inches too fast, making Niall cry out. Zayn froze and rubbed his hand up and down Niall's chest. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

"More," was all Niall answered with. That, and a push of his hips. Zayn exhaled a shaky breath and pulled out before pushing back in, slower this time. Niall whined the whole thrust back in until Zayn was seated again. "Harder," he requested.

Zayn swiveled his hips, not wanting to hurt his boy their first time, while he leaned up and his hands took Niall's hips firmly. "Tell me if you need to stop," Zayn reminded again before laying into Niall's hole with a brutal pace.

Niall's whole body tightened, his hands on Zayn's forearms, his thighs around Zayn's hips, his hole around his cock. Niall threw his head back and loosed a desperate sound that had Zayn's spine tingling. He brought Niall's ass impossibly closer and hit deeper inside him.

"Oh God, I..." Niall's voice sounded wet.

"Should I stop?" Zayn asked, worried.

"No!" Niall clenched on him and shook his head frantically. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop."

Zayn leaned forward on one forearm while he kept the other on Niall's hip. Niall's arm wound around Zayn's waist, keeping him close. Zayn's head was weighed down with heat and lust and he wasn't sure how much longer he would last. "Can you come like this?"

Niall clenched again, like that made things clear, but answered, "Yes, sir," tightly, then, "Yes, Zayn."

Zayn knew what he was looking for but hadn't found it yet. He moved his hips around until Niall's nails scratched down his back and he moaned out. Zayn kept the angle and pushed in without much finesse, too close to care.

"I want you to come with me."

Niall nodded. "Yes, Zayn."

Zayn buried his cock deep inside his slave and shot into him, filling him with his seed. Niall's toes curled against Zayn's thighs as he moaned his Master's name and filled the small space between them with his cum. They both rocked against each other as they rode out their highs.

Zayn pulled out and fell next to Niall on the cool side of the bed, but was only cold for a moment before Niall curled into him. Zayn brought him close and kissed his sweaty hair. "Let's go clean up and sleep in another room so they can clean ours tomorrow." Zayn stood up from the bed, but Niall caught his wrist and brought him close again before he kissed the thin skin over the top of his hand.

"Thank you, sir."

Zayn softened instantly, picking Niall up to straddle him and kissing him deeply, tongues hot against one another. "Thank you."

***

Part two! Things are about to get crazy in the next one so fair warning.

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