Liam arched his back, pushing the tip of the plug across his wet hole. "Just put it in, Z," Liam begged. Zayn just laughed and rubbed the cool metal around and around, teasing his boyfriend. "Zayn," he growled.

"Alright, love," the older lad acquiesced and pushed the toy into his lover. Liam's elbows buckled, face falling into the sheets as he clenched then relaxed. "Hmm, babe. Such a slut," he teased as he folded over Liam's back and pushed the plug in deeper. "I've always wanted to do this to you."

The Wolverhampton lad reached back and gripped Zayn's hip, rocking back on the toy inside him with a moan. "Did you have to pick one that's so...big?"

"Knew you could handle it," Zayn mused. He pressed a thumb to the slick rim stretched around the metal toy, Liam's pink muscles twitching against the touch. "We have to go, babe," Zayn informed his regretfully. Liam sighed and fell onto the bed in a heap, hips wiggling against the bed.

"Get me off, at least," Liam groaned.

"Are you kidding? No way, Leeyum. I want you hard the entire meet and greet. I'll let you get off before the show though, yeah?" Zayn informed.

Liam sat up and turned around. "What? You didn't say-"

Zayn cut him off with a slow, filthy kiss. He pulled Liam's bottom lip into his mouth and crawled into his lap, rubbing his ass against Liam's aching hard on. The boy on bottom grabbed Zayn's hips and moved his boyfriend against him. Zayn smiled down at him, tangling his fingers in the short hair at Liam's crown, tugging his head back and mouthing at his neck.

"I want you to stay hard for me," Zayn told him. "When you're crowded by girls, I want you thinking about only me."

Liam gasped when the toy started vibrating, snapping his hips up. "Shit," he panted. "I didn't know..."

Zayn bit down on his smirk, his eyes shining with mirth. "I told you. I've always wanted to do this to you." He spanked Liam's round ass one more time before getting off the bed. "Get dressed. We've got to be ready in half an hour. Liam flopped back over in defeat, still rocking his ass into the bed and moaning a muffled sound.

"Turn it off, Zayn. I can't-" He reached a hand under himself, groaning as he wrapped a loose hand around his hard prick.

"Don't touch," Zayn warned. "If you come now, you can't come later."

"Zayn," he lamented. "Not fair."

Zayn came and pulled his hand away before leaning over and biting at Liam's shoulder. "It'll be fair once you get to have some fun with me. Just wait," he reasoned. Liam shivered and pushed up onto his knees.

He sighed and hung his head. "You'll be the fucking death of me, Malik."

"It's mutual, love. Look at you," Zayn mused and ran a hand down the smooth curve of Liam's back. "Alright, don't tempt me. Get dressed."

***

Zayn had been merciful for twenty whole minutes now. Liam had just finally started to breathe again, but he was on edge, his skin tingling with the phantom vibrations. His hand twitched on his thigh, looking over at the boy that had the small remote slid into his back pocket. He didn't know if he was begging for more or less.

The boys were glancing his way every so often, giving him confused looks and raised brows. Liam simply shrugged them off and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before taking another young girl's CD to sign. "Hey there," he greeted. "What's your name?"

"Sarah," she offered and smiled up at him. "With an H." Liam nodded in understanding and scribbled her name on the cover before signing it.

Handing it back, Liam told her, "Enjoy the show, love."

Another girl, older this time, probably only a year or two younger than Liam, came up to him. "Can I get a picture?"

"Sure, love. Come here." He reached an arm out and brought her in while she pointed to another girl holding a phone. "Right there?" She nodded. "Okay, sm- fuck." Liam jumped in his skin, the vibrations lighting up his body again. "I-" He growled lowly and took a deep breath. "Okaaaay, sorry. Just- let's smile." The girl was looking at him confusedly, but then nodded and leaned into him.

Liam kept his smile tight, begging the noises he wanted to make to stay down, stay quiet. The photo only took a moment, but it felt like an eternity with the the way he wanted to sidle up to Zayn and hump him like a dog. Once the girl walked away, he flicked his gaze over to Zayn to find him taking a picture with a fan, smiling like nothing was happening. Or maybe like he was loving what was happening.

He stomped over to the man, pulling him to a less crowded corner harshly. "Fuck, Zayn. Please, turn it off," he begged.

"Not a chance. Look at you," he mused. Liam could only imagine. He could feel the sweat prickling at his hairline. Zayn swiped a thumb over his flushed cheeks. "You look so turned on, babe."

Liam groaned and gripped Zayn's shirt in his fist. "Zayn," he warned, "if you don't stop, I'll come."

Zayn smirked and licked over his perfect, bright teeth. "Don't tease."

Another groan. "Zayn."

The raven-haired boy relented, turning the vibrations off and wiping the sweat off Liam's brow. "Go do your job. And stop touching all the girls."

"I didn't-" The plug turned back on for moment.

"Don't touch. The girls." At that, he sent Liam off with a playful smack to his bum. Zayn watched him go, eyes trailing down the strong lines of his body.

"What did you do to him?"

Zayn flinched in surprise, turning to see Louis with a brow raised and a tilt to his lips. "I don't know what you mean?"

"I know that look. I've made Harry look like that my fair share. Why is Liam about to drop to his knees in front of a room full of teenage girls?"

"God, he's fucking beautiful, isn't he?" Zayn mused, ignoring Louis' questions.

"Malik," he snapped. "Whatever you're doing...let me in on it."

"What?" Zayn's mouth dropped open. "I'm sorry, one more time?"

"Haz, come here!" Louis called. Harry perked up, like he always did when Louis so much as breathed in his direction. The tall lad practically skipped over to them.

"What's up?"

"Zayn's got Liam all subby and he won't tell me why," he whined.

"Really? Is that why he was facing the corner for like two straight minutes earlier?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah," Zayn chuckled, looking over their shoulders to where Liam was standing stiffly between two fans, hands clasped in front of him.

"What'd you do to him?" Harry echoed Louis' question.

"He won't tell!" Louis lamented.

Harry waved a hand in the air. "Niall! Come 'ere." The blond threw up his pointer finger, asking for a moment while he finished a photo with a fan. He ran up to the group and hummed in curiosity. "Liam is about to come and Zayn's messing with him."

He didn't even say anything, just whipped around to look at Liam before laughing. "Oh my God, look at him. Poor lad."

"Not a lad," Louis chimed in.

"Poor baby," Harry offered. Louis hummed in agreement.

"Shut up. He's fine. He loves it," Zayn defended himself.

Harry nodded. "I bet. But what does he love, Zayn? Nipples clamps? Cock ring?"

"I feel like this is none of our business, mates," Niall disputed.

"Thank-"

"If he didn't want anyone knowing, then he wouldn't have gotten Liam hard and shoved him into the world with glassy eyes and shaky hands," Louis reasoned.

"Look at him," Harry cooed. "Zayn, what are you doing to him?" Liam was sat behind a table laden with merch, hands in his lap and lip between his teeth. Everyone's attention was called to a woman telling them the rest of the meet and greet schedule, including the backstage tour.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he stood firm.

"Fine, I'll go ask him," Louis countered. He walked over to the jumpy lad and sat next to him, making him tense and then moan quietly. "Hey, mate. Soooo...what's up?"

"Nothing," he answered quickly and cleared his throat.

"Li. Liam. Payno," Louis tried to reason. "What's going on with this?" he asked and waved a hand up and down Liam's sweating body.

"I-" His eyes flicked over to Zayn before looking at Louis. "Lou, please. Tell him to let me-" His mouth dropped open, his hips wiggling on the seat. "Zayn," he whispered.

Louis looked down, could practically see every vein of Liam's hard on through his trousers. "What, so he's got you," he motioned vaguely, "tied up?"

Liam's brows crinkled in confusion. "Wh-what do you mean?" Liam cupped a hand over his mouth and moaned into it, muffling it just enough. He let his head fall to the table with a groan. "I'm gonna..."

"No, you're not," Zayn's voice came from behind him. Then, Liam's hips stopped moving, his body going limp. He leaned down and whispered in his boy's ear. "Better?" Liam shook his head weakly, not looking up from his lap with his forehead ruffling the papers on the table.

"Zayn, are you sure he's okay?" Harry asked, hovering behind Louis.

The Bradford boy stroked his fingers through Liam's hair. "He's great. Almost there." Liam preened and raised his head. "Look alive, Leeyum. The girls are saying goodbye."

Around him, Liam heard the sounds of the boys sending off the dozen or so fans, their happy squeals, the guide's corralling voice. Liam felt like the air around him was shrinking away, his head was light, and he couldn't seem to concentrate enough to see anything but Zayn's face. The ghosting touch of his hand trickling down Liam's neck had him stuttering out a breath.

"You made it, baby," he praised, low, just for liam.

"Yes," he mewled. "Fuck, Zayn. Please!" The last girl out looked back at them, a little scared, before scurrying out.

"Alright, lads. We'll see you later," Zayn quipped and pulled Liam's mostly languid body up from his chair. Liam curled into him instantly, hips rocking against Zayn's stomach.

"Jesus, Li. You never even told us what you did, Zayn," Harry pleaded, a hand grazing over his own zipper.

Louis' delight at that was evident. "I'd love to know."

Zayn ignored them, pulling Liam in front of him and leading them to the door. The lean boy had an arm around Liam's waist, his own growing bulge pushing into Liam's jeans. When they got to the door, Zayn turned around and looked over the three confused, now slightly horny, lads. "Remote-controlled vibrating butt plug." He pushed a hand into his back pocket and the next second Liam was shaking, moaning Zayn's name. Zayn just hummed happily and pushed them through the door.

"Holy shit, Haz. We have to get one of those," Louis exclaimed.

Liam was barely walking straight, his head thrown back on Zayn's shoulder. He lead them down the back hallway, reaching out for any doorknob. Finally, one turned and opened to an empty dressing room. Zayn nearly threw Liam inside before slamming the door and pushing him onto the couch on his stomach.

The brunet grunted out an ugh and spread his knees greedily. "I can't wait. I can't do it, please," he begged. Zayn knelt between his lover's legs and reached a hand under Liam.

Zayn turned the plug off one last time. "Hold on, baby. Almost. Take your pants off," he ordered. Both of their hands flew, undoing their trousers and sliding pants off hips. "Fuck, I want you so bad, baby. God, Liam," he growled and pushed himself against Liam's ass.

"Fuck me, Z. Just- I need you, I need you."

"Yeah, love. Okay, hold on." He scrambled in his back pocket for the packet of lube he'd picked up, accidentally hitting the button on the remote.

"Oooh, yeeees," Liam moaned.

Zayn laughed and turned it off. "Soz, love. My bad." He pulled the remote out and dropped it on the floor before ripping open the packet and slicking himself up. He drizzled a little more on his fingers and rubbed around Liam's puffy rim, sliding the plug out a little at a time. Liam's head fell down to the couch cushion, a long, desperate sound falling off his lips. Left open and empty, Liam reached back and pushed two fingers inside his stretched hole.

The dominant leaned back, drizzling a bit more onto Liam's fingers and watching Liam fuck himself. He pulled the broad lad's cheeks apart to get a better view, humming lowly in appreciation. "Are you going to let me do it, or you just want to get yourself off?"

Liam pulled his fingers out and blindly slapped Zayn's arm. "Just fuck me, Z. Or, yeah, I'll do it."

"Cheeky," Zayn admired. "No matter how well you know yourself," Zayn mused and swiped his cock up and down the valley of Liam's ass, "I will always know you better." He pushed inside, to the hilt, and dropped down onto Liam's back. He wrapped an arm around and gripped at Liam's chest. "I'll always take care of you, babe," he murmured in Liam's ear before pulling his earlobe between his teeth.

Zayn pulled out and pushed back in, a slow, lazy circle that had him feeling Liam at every angle. The broken boy's response was bliss. One of Liam's hand came up to grasp onto Zayn's arm against his chest, holding on for all he was worth. Zayn thrust inside him, pushing small grunts of pleasure from him and making a heat of lust coil inside his gut.

As he sped up, Zayn took his hand away to bend one of Liam's legs further forward, open him up wider, before wrapping him back up in his hold. "So fucking tight, baby. So hot," he worshipped. "Take it for me, Li."

"Harder," Liam begged.

Zayn couldn't comply with that fast enough, rocketing into him with abandon. Liam's arms gave out, buckling under him until his back was arched high, his ass in the air. Zayn leaned back, grabbing Liam's hips and pulling him back on his cock. "You're so close, I can feel it. Touch yourself."

Liam brought a shaky hand to his dick, fisting lightly just over the head and swiping up some of his precome to slick up his glide. He pulled his foreskin back, tightening his fingers under the sensitive edge of his head before twisting gently. "Oh, God. Faster, yeah, faster. Oh- fuck, I'm close."

Zayn growled, thrusts turning hard and uneven. He gasped and scratched across Liam's hips as he filled his lover with his seed. He tried to pull Liam harder, push deeper, the searing heat of him overtaking his mind. Zayn kept a lazy push of his hips, rotating his hips just to make Liam sigh, the Wolverhampton boy's hand like a flash on his cock. Liam's other hand shot out, grabbing hold of the arm of the couch as he tightened around Zayn's dick, screaming his name while his orgasm racked his body with pleasure.

Hissing, the darker boy palmed at Liam's ass to get him to slow down, stop his frantic movements. He slipped out of Liam, replacing his dick with two fingers to play with Liam's swollen prostate. Liam writhed, falling flat on the couch and letting Zayn's fingers slip from him. Laying there, panting for air, Liam chuckled tiredly.

"Shit," he breathed. The brown-eyed lad turned onto his side, pulling Zayn down to lay in front of him, chest to chest. "Did I make a fool of myself earlier? With the fans?"

Zayn smiled kindly. "No, love. Though, the boys will probably give you hell for a while."

Liam pushed at his chest with no real heat before burying his head under Zayn's chin. "Let 'em. As long as you keep fucking me like that." Zayn hummed in agreement and kissed the sweaty edge of Liam's hair. 

***

I actually like this one a lot. The intense, hard fucks are my thing lately. Don't be surprised if the next few of these turn into some rough Dom shit. Okay, yay :) Enjoy

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