Louis twined his fingers with Harry's, smiling up at him. "Have fun."

"Probably not," Harry sighed before pecking his lips.

"Oh, my God. Someone stop them," Niall groaned and looked over the back of the couch where he, Liam, and Zayn were sitting watching SkySports.

"Let them be," Liam offered. "It's a little cute, right, Z?" he asked and elbowed Zayn playfully.

"Yeah, super cute," Zayn scoffed.

Louis just sent a finger to the group and slid a hand up Harry's chest. "I thought you liked this one. At least she gets why they're doing this, even if we don't." Louis brought Harry's knuckles to his lips, rubbing the smooth skin and cool metal of his rings over his lips.

Harry couldn't help but smile at the gesture. "It'll all be worth it." Louis nodded but couldn't look Harry in the eyes, busying himself with kisses to his fingers instead.

"Yeah, of course." He dropped his boyfriend's hand. "You've got to get ready." Louis walked back to the couch, squeezing between Zayn and the end of the couch. Harry went back to his room, and the blue-eyed boy distracted himself with a football match and the warmth of Zayn's arm around his shoulders.

"Don't hate him for it, Lou," Zayn requested. "I don't. He doesn't really have a choice."

Louis' jaw clenched as he leaned into Zayn. "Neither of us do. It's like-" He shook his head and pressed his forehead to Zayn's shoulder. "We're barely even in a real relationship anymore, it's so orchestrated."

"I'm sorry." Zayn rubbed Louis' shoulder and kissed his hair. "When everyone's gone I can make you feel better."

Louis shuddered, hand gripping Zayn's knee desperately. "Please."

Niall and Liam left soon after Harry did, like they could feel the atmosphere drowning in tense sorrow. Zayn was quick to pull Louis into his lap, making the smaller boy laugh despite himself against his cheek. The darker lad smiled wide and tilted his head to search out Louis' lips. They kissed, teeth clanking through their smiles.

"Been a while," Zayn murmured. "Harry's always around."

Louis hummed a disappointed sound. "He's allowed to be; he's my boyfriend."

Zayn growled. "Don't remind me." He stopped that line of talk quickly as he pushed his tongue past Louis' lips and licked along the inside of mouth softly. Louis moaned and pursed his lips, sucking on Zayn's tongue for a moment before pushing back with his own and sliding their tongues together. Zayn's hands went tight on Louis' hips, rocking up against him.

Louis broke the kiss and teased the ends of their noses. The aura of Zayn was enough to have him biting down on a grin, the coaxing way about him. "Let's get to a flat surface," Louis suggested.

"Yes, please," Zayn agreed, eyes bright as he stood, still holding Louis under the bum and pecking him with kisses. Louis' legs wrapped tighter around his lover and he mouthed at the sharp line of Zayn's jaw. The air between their mouths was getting thicker, and, by the time Zayn dropped Louis on the bed and climbed on top of him, Louis was heaving in air. "Get this off," Zayn ordered and grabbed at Louis' thin tee.

Louis arched his back off the bed to pull his shirt off, a line like a bow that Zayn mapped with his fingers, his hand sliding up the smooth tan skin to the side of his face. The blue-eyed boy's hair was messily swiped across his face, so Zayn lifted a reverent hand to push it away, revealing cautious baby blues that held his every desire and mirrored them back to him. Zayn cupped his palm along the sharp line of Louis' cheek, hoping to exude encouragement just from the touch as he leaned down and connected their lips again. He tasted like pudding, the sweet and savory kind that reminded Zayn of home and comfort.

Louis' arms pulled at the muscles of Zayn's back, maybe hoping he could make them one before the night was over. His urgency got the attention he desired when Zayn slid a hand down the sonsy edge of Louis' body, over his hip and down his thick thigh before tucking his hand against the baby soft underside of his knee and swaddled Louis' leg up around his waist. He ventured back down, sliding under the hem of Louis' loose shorts to feel the smooth hair flick back from its resting place under his fingers. When he was met with Louis' tight pants, Zayn walked his fingers up to the waistband, looking down at Louis with a telling smirk, and yanked.

Louis oofed and was tugged down the bed an inch. "They can't come off without the shorts, Z," Louis teased. Zayn hummed and flicked his bottom lip between his teeth before lowering his forehead to Louis'.

"Just wanted you closer," he divulged in a hushed whisper. "Always closer," much quieter.

Louis let his hands slip from Zayn's back to his own hips. "Be a ton easier without all these clothes." He raised a brow, in some sort of challenge that Zayn was all too willing to take part in.

Zayn sat back on his knees and dipped his finger into Louis' waistband before ducking down to meet his lips with his hands and kiss along the supple skin at the edge of his lover's stomach. He nudged the material down until it was teasing the base of his dick. "Mind if I choke on it?" Zayn asked with no fanfare.

Louis surely noticed though, shooting up to his elbows and fish-mouthing for a moment. "Wha- I mean," he scoffed a laugh, "yeah. Go for it." Excitement now charging between the duo, Louis was brisk about getting his bottoms to his ankles and then letting Zayn snatch them away and toss them into the world unknown beyond that moment.

Zayn, it would seem, was in no hurry, as he lifted Louis' ankle to his shoulder and tilted his head to kiss the sharp bone there before moving on to the delicate curve into his calf and up to the bend in his knee. The older lad was squirming by the time Zayn's mouth actually reached his pelvis, one hand cinched around the expensive sheets. If he could, Zayn would gladly sleep right there, nestled between the warm, athletic thighs of the man he loved. Until then, he picked Louis' half-hard prick up in his hand and licked a fat strip up the side of him.

Louis huffed, foot pressing into Zayn's back. He searched for an anchor, something to ground him to the bed, to Zayn, so the feeling of the the lithe boy taking him into his mouth didn't send him floating into the air. Zayn pursed his lips tight and lowered down slowly, taking a long, even breath in, and then out. Louis lifted his head up from his pillow, desperate to see the sight of Zayn's cheekbones in sharp relief as he sucked hard on the sensitive few inches near his head again. It was more of a sight than he imagined as Zayn fluttered his eyes open and looked up at him from under the fan of his lashes, an almost smirk on his lips despite the intrusion.

"Zayn, come on," Louis adjured while a hand darted down to wrap the silky strands of Zayn's hair between his unforgiving fingers. He was probably temperate with his coaxing in his mind, but forceful in reality with the way he lifted his hips and pushed Zayn's head down until the two met in a kiss that had Zayn coughing with surprise. True to his word though, Zayn intended to choke on it. He buried his nose in the coarse splatter of hair along Louis' pelvis.

The Bradford boy searched up the bed until he found Louis' other hand, bringing it down to tangle in his hair next to the one currently holding him there. With a hum of encouragement, Zayn dropped his jaw and closed his eyes. For a long few moments, Louis just laid there, looking down at his lover in bemusement. The insinuation, the idea Louis had in his head, was too good to be what Zayn was suggesting. Only when the man with hazel eyes gripped his hip and pushed Louis' dick back in deep, did he let himself accept that Zayn had to be the most amazing man on the planet.

His hands took a firm hold in Zayn's hair as he planted both feet on either side of his torso before thrusting up into Zayn's mouth. The hot, slick back of Zayn's throat caressed Louis' pulsing tip as he nestled deeper inside Zayn's mouth. Zayn, for his part, moaned, and Louis felt him go a bit pliant between his legs. The urge to fuck his mouth was an urge he didn't have to fight, resting his hips back on the bed before ramming into the sensation again.

"Shit," Louis awed. "Zayn, baby, take it." The fire of dominance flickered behind Louis' eyes for a rare moment as he used Zayn in the best and worst possible way. Spit dripped back down his shaft, the wet sounds of a blow job turned filthy cascading over the waves of heat in the air. He would take what Zayn would give him until the moment he took it away. Somewhere in Louis' mind, he wished the feeling of Zayn's tongue grazing the firm underside of his cock would last beyond the time it took for him to come because he was reaching towards his orgasm and hated to let that go.

Just when Louis knew he was about to explode, Zayn placed a firm hand on his stomach and lifted up onto his knees. Louis just realized that he'd been humping the bed fully clothed like a teenager just because he had Louis' thick length in his mouth. The raven-haired lad lifted his head, Louis' prick falling heavily onto his stomach with a saturated slap, and heaved in a gulp of air.

"Want to," gasped breath, "fuck you."

Louis didn't deem a verbal agreement necessary, instead reaching off the side of the bed for his bag. Zayn spent his downtime sucking a mark into the thin skin of Louis collarbone. Harry will love that. The Doncaster lad groaned in frustration.

"I can't find-" He captured Zayn's face in his hands and smashed their lips together, biting in his agitation. "You're distracting me," he lamented, more like a praise than a reprimand. Louis turned over, pointedly ignoring the soft press of lips to the curve of his ass, and reached further to get into the abyss of his overnight to find the small pouch that held his toothpaste, aftershave, and, God-willing, his lube. When he found it, he aha'd in triumph and turned back over.

"Alright, eager," Louis admonished. "Get your kit off while I get started." Zayn sent a sarcastic two-finger salute and divested his body while his eyes remained sharply on the crease between Louis perfect, round cheeks.

"Let me see, Lou. That gorgeous hole, babe." He fumbled with his trousers, kicking them off haphazardly as Louis grabbed a handful of his own ass and rubbed two slick fingers across the dry, puckered muscles of his rim. There are a few things Zayn would give his right arm to see: Michael Jackson live in concert, Muslims accepted across the world, and Louis opening himself up for Zayn's cock. Two of them were unfeasible, but one was happening at that moment, and Zayn was all too willing to sit back and watch for a moment.

One finger seated fully inside Louis' tight heat, and another teased at his rim. "Come on, Lou," he whined, impatient and needy. Not knowing what to do with himself, Zayn knelt close to Louis, between his knees and bit down on the tan flesh on the inside of his thigh. Zayn had always wondered how Louis stayed tan year around.

At first, he was sure the boy spent his secret days off in a tanning bed, but then, when he was granted this private, one-of-a-kind view, he realized Louis was tan everywhere. The slope between his shoulder blades, the arc of his hip, the crease of his thigh. Even his ass was a beautiful golden color that Zayn thought looked as good as it tasted. As he nosed along the surface of his base, Zayn catalogued the shade of his skin there into the gradient of Louis' body he kept in his head.

"Zayn," the curvy boy breathed out, and, oh right, he was meant to be fucking Louis. He crawled back up Louis' body, locking his hips in place with the curve of Louis' ass, the boy's hand still between them as he pulled himself wide open. "Fuck me."

"Not a chance," Zayn rebutted. He took Louis by the back of the neck and brushed their foreheads together. "Even when I'm ravaging you, I'm still making love to you," he confirmed. Louis responded in kind, wrapping both arms around Zayn's shoulders so they were pressed together, as close to one as Louis was going to get. Zayn gently maneuvered Louis' leg up to the highest point of his waist, waiting until the boy crossed his ankles to let his hand fall back to support himself.

Eyes locked and breaths in sync, Zayn reached down and led his tip to Louis' hole, teasing along his crack to get a feel of him before pushing in. Louis' mouth dropped open, but he was silent. The whole room was silent. The world was silent in that moment as Zayn explored the cavern of Louis' body with barely contained wonder.

"It's funny."

The words rang out in the quiet, a siren to incite fear. Both of their heads snapped over to where Harry was leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed and a looked of consideration on his face. Neither of them knew what to say, but it didn't matter because Harry kept talking.

"I mean, I knew. I swear, I knew, but I never really expected it to look like this. Underestimated it, maybe," he offered. "Clearly," he corrected and popped off the frame to stand at his full height.

"Haz-" Louis tried, but Harry held a hand up to cut him off.

"It's not that I'm surprised, because I'm not. You two are about as subtle as a gay man in a Baptist church." Harry chuckled at his own comparison. "No, what really gets me is that you thought you were." He swayed over to the bed, where Zayn was still buried inside Louis, and tickled a hand down the darker boy's spine.

"Hey, Zaynie," the green-eyed boy acknowledged.

Louis clenched and Zayn's hips stuttered unwillingly. When Zayn glared at him, he glared back harder. "I'm anxious," he hissed.

"Well, can you unclench and be anxious?"

Harry enjoyed that, if his delighted laugh was any clue. He stroked a finger across Louis' forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. "Tight little bitch, isn't he?" Louis' eyes snapped up to Harry in shock, but Zayn groaned and ignored the unconscious rock his hips. "It's okay, love," Harry assured. "Zayn gets to have you in every way I do, he might as well know what really gets you off."

"Harry," he pleaded airily.

The imposing lad bent down, grabbing Louis harshly by the chin and pulling him into a rough kiss. Louis moaned against his mouth. The singe of electricity sparking at his fingertips could have been the pain of exposure or the ache of vulnerability. Either way, Harry was feeding on it. It was like a tangible energy he could absorb, a power over Louis he could call upon while his boyfriend squirmed under two men. "Be still," he ordered. Louis' body fought to obey, despite the overwhelming twitch of his nerves.

Louis just needed to be a little closer to Harry, breathe that man in, that man he hadn't gotten a taste of in months. He thought maybe Harry didn't care anymore, that he'd given up, but there he was, dark and intense. On its own accord, his chin tilted into Harry's space, like proximity could appease him. Small as it was, Harry caught the movement, and wrenched his jaw back into place.

"Zayn, pull out," Harry ordered. It was a direct order, no room for argument, but still, Zayn lingered, circled his hips against Louis' plump ass before slowly unsheathing himself and sighing at the loss. "Turn him over."

This order was easier to follow. Even Zayn knew Louis liked to be on his stomach, covered completely, taken from behind. In Zayn's mind, it felt impersonal, but the way Louis keened at his boyfriend's words threw that out the window. Louis practically flipped himself over, Zayn's hands only a brush against his skin, much to Harry's amusement. The curly-headed lad implanted a large hand between the hills of Louis' shoulder blades and pressed, pinning him to the mattress punitively and tilting his head.

Zayn thought him almost menacing, maybe too rough for Louis' soft fervor, but, when the older boy buried his face in the bed and spread his knees at the touch, the demeanor of the room changed dramatically. Zayn clued in, astounded, but aware of how this was suddenly going to work. He was no longer in charge of Louis' pleasure. Nothing he could do would make the boy feel half as good as Harry's hand on his back, controlling him. He had two choices: accept that and let Harry tell him what to do, and then get to have Louis in the end, or tap out, let Harry have his own way with Louis, and walk away. The decision would be so much easier if he wasn't brokenly in love with Louis.

He laughed when he realized he wasn't going anywhere; he never was. He'd do whatever he had to do to have Louis. "What now?" he asked, voice a shock to the dim room. Harry removed his hand; apparently, he was whispering nothings, surely not so sweet, to Louis while Zayn was forcing his disposition to shift. Now, he trickled his fingers up the back of Louis' neck to the back of his head and gripped tight in his hair, not moving or yanking like Zayn flinched in preparation for, but benevolently angling Louis' face to look at him. The darker lad could see the red of his cheeks, the wetness that taunted the delicate pink of Louis' lids.

"Louis, tell Zayn what happens now." It didn't sound like a lot to ask, but when Louis squeezed his eyes shut tight and inhaled a shaky breath, Zayn thought maybe he didn't want to know.

"Spank me," he whispered. Zayn's brows shot up. With the bum Louis' got, the idea had ridden across Zayn's subconscious a fair few times, but he'd never truly entertained it. "Tie me up." Zayn's mouth went slack at that. He looked to Harry for confirmation, and only received a cocky grin. "You can-" Louis cut off to swallow, and Zayn was thankful. He wasn't sure, whatever came out next, he'd even recognize as sane. "Choke me. You can use me." His voice cracked over the last two words. "However you want."

"Good boy," Harry allowed, and Louis melted under the praise. "So, Zayn, what would you like my boy to do for you?"

Still in complete shock, Zayn just shrugged and furrowed his brows. "I don't- fuck, Haz. I don't know." In some sort of need to make the situation less far-fetched, Zayn placed hands on either side of Louis' sloping waist, his favorite place to hold. "Lou, what do you want?"

Harry smiled wide at that and combed his fingers through Louis' sweaty locks. It almost made Zayn feel dumb for asking, but he'd never be accused of making Louis do something he didn't want to do. The taller boyfriend hummed in question. "Yeah, Lou, what do you want?" Louis squirmed and made an aborted sound at the new attention. "Tell him," he urged.

"To be used," he said in slow measured seconds, like it was a realization to himself. "I want," he inhaled sharply, "you to do whatever you want. To me." That seemed to take a good amount of Louis' energy, making the submissive boy nuzzle into the bed and settle more comfortably.

"There, now that we're all clear," Harry offered, "how about you do something you think you'll regret in the morning." He leaned into Zayn and ghosted his lips against Zayn's ear. "You won't, I promise." He stood back up with a wink. Zayn looked down at the boy still spread out in front of him and looked over his body. He could do so many things to Louis' thighs and ass; the ideas that flooded in weren't fit for who Zayn thought he was. The temptation was stronger than he'd ever felt. The hazel-eyed boy palmed Louis' thick cheeks in his hand, borderline obsessed with the soft, full feel of them.

"I want to spank him," Zayn admitted. Louis groaned, and Harry's eyes lit up.

"I figured you might. It's a favorite of mine for obvious reasons, and Lou just eats it up," Harry informed him. That might be a thing they were doing, talking about Louis like he wasn't there. What's that? Objectifying him. If Louis wasn't panting at the mere idea of it, he wouldn't be able to do it. Harry removed Zayn's hands from Louis' ass and looked him in the eye seriously. "I'm going to show you how to do this properly, then, you can go for it. A few dozen should do. I want him just sore enough to feel it when you pound him." Louis groaned out at that. The boy was wound so tight, Zayn could play him like a fiddle. It struck an odd chord with Zayn, unsure if he'd ever be okay with treating Louis how Harry does.

His hands smoothed down Louis' thighs, massaging tenderly at his taut muscles. "Yeah, okay. Go for it," Zayn agreed. He watched closely as Harry's hand connected with the underside of Louis' ass, making it jiggle and the boy moan out in surprise. The sight of Louis' ass shaking from a spanking was instantly addicting. He wanted to play fucking tennis with his ass cheeks, however demeaning that sounded. For the first part, he just watched Harry, listened to his advice: Follow through; it hurts more. Backs of thighs are super sensitive. Share the love between his cheeks; switch back and forth. He nodded at it all, tensed for his turn.

"Alright, love. Have at him."

Zayn was giddy with excitement. Louis was moaning and forcing his hips still, but rutting down when he couldn't stand it. He wanted to wreck Louis, turn him into a mess of limbs and sounds. That was new. He wondered if he'd have ever gotten to that point without Harry. He never would've known that side of Louis without the other man, that was for sure. Zayn might be able to show his gratitude by working Louis over so well, he cried and begged. Yeah, that idea was gold.

He gave Louis his first spanking, and dwelled in his reaction. The air was too thick with more exhales than inhales. The trio was a flicker, and just an ounce more of friction was going to set them ablaze. Apparently, ten spankings wasn't nearly enough. Nor was twenty. Louis begged for more at twenty-five, and Zayn delivered. He didn't even notice that Harry had climbed on the bed behind him, but then his hands were caressing his hips and his mouth was at Zayn's ear.

"Don't stop even if he tells you to," Harry instructed. Zayn's hand tingled with desire and pain equally. He nodded in understanding. "You know," Harry noted, "I wasn't expecting you to be nearly as into this as you are." His laugh rumbled in his chest, and Zayn could feel it against his back.

"I didn't either," he affirmed. "It's just-" He cut off and spread Louis' ass before slapping down on the receptive inner curve of his cheeks. Louis's whole body tightened, hands white-knuckling the sheets, back arching into the air, knees closing instinctively. Harry reached around the thin lad and smoothed a hand up his back and down his thigh, loosening Louis up again. He knew exactly what to do all the time. Zayn couldn't imagine what they'd gone through to get to that point.

"What were you saying?" Harry asked.

Oh, right. Louis' body would forever be the best distraction. "He's convincing, is all. I'd do pretty much anything he wants me to do." Louis must have been listening in, because he nodded eagerly against his pillow and arched his ass back for Zayn's hands.

Harry whispered to him, "Don't tell him I said so, but he's completely in charge here. If anyone's calling the shots, it's him." Zayn understood that, they were controlling Louis' body, but he was controlling their minds. He'd infiltrated their every whim and dictated exactly how they reacted based on the minute whines falling off his lips.

It might have been time to shake him up a bit. He reached over where Louis dropped his lube and kept up an uneven rhythm of hits while he slicked himself up, more than ready to be inside Louis again. He didn't move Louis much, didn't warn him at all. He simply pulled Louis' cheeks open and fell into the movement of pushing forward and penetrating Louis' sweet, hot body. Louis' hand shot out to push at the headboard, his legs opening wider for Zayn to settle in, but he was already resting on the red hot skin of Louis' ass by the time the smaller boy had control of his limbs.

"Oh, my God," Louis gasped. "Zayn."

"I'm going to give you more than you give me," Zayn promised, probably too intimate for the hard moment. But Louis brought the hand on the headboard back and tilted his head to open his neck for Zayn while he pulled Zayn closer to kiss over his skin. His body knew exactly what to do for them both. He growled as the smooth walls of Louis' hole cajoled him into burying deeper in short, harsh thrusts. He rocked both of their bodies together, jarring shifts of movement that had Louis scrambling to do something to have his control back.

Harry came around and crouched down at Louis' eye level with a soft but settled look. "How's he doing, baby?"

Louis opened his mouth to answer, but one of Zayn's thrusts only produced a surrendered, "Huh, uh," from Louis' mouth.

"Thought so," Harry teased. "How about we take that last shred of control and shatter it? What do you say, babe?" Louis' face scrunched up, a sob stuck in his throat. "Good." Harry jerked Louis' arm out of the way so he could put one knee on the bed and bring Louis face to face with how hard he'd made Harry. Louis moaned and lifted his chin, mouth slack and small ugh's pushed from him every other second as he tried to offer himself to his boyfriend. Harry lifted his shirt over his head, in no hurry despite Louis' desperation. He popped open the button of his confining jeans, pushing a thumb down over the metal teeth of his zipper to open it slowly.

Even Zayn was zinging with anticipation. He slowed his thrusts to watch Harry shift his trousers and pants down his hips, pulling out his hard dick a second later. He gave himself a few welcoming pumps before scooting forward a few inches and teasing his tip at Louis' jaw, cheek, lips. He looked over at Zayn and commanded, "Don't let up. He can take it," before pushing two fingers into Louis' mouth and pulling his jaw down, opening his mouth uncomfortably wide.

Zayn picked up his pace again just as Harry fed Louis his cock, fingers still holding his mouth open. Louis didn't need to move, Zayn's thrusts enough to have him bobbing on Harry's dick wetly. Louis had his eyes closed, relaxed, blissful look on his face. Harry wasn't even getting a blow job; he was just fucking another hole of Louis' body. The slick glub of Harry hitting the back of Louis' throat over and over mixed with the now continuous string of sobs of Zayn pushing the boy closer to a much anticipated crest.

Louis had one hand by his head, grabbing the pillow, and the other kept flinching down towards his red, aching prick and back onto the bed, never touching. "Want to come, Lou?" Zayn asked, unsure where the dark, commanding tone of his voice came from. Louis just sobbed harder and dug his toes into the bed, feet flexed and knees creating craters underneath them.

"You can come whenever you want," Harry told him, "but we don't stop until we're done."

Zayn was surprised at that, even after everything. He knew the nerve-spasming sensitivity that came after an orgasm, knew that friction was more like fire at that point, and winced in sympathy for Louis. But Louis just moaned and his hand slid heavily back to his prick, fingers wrapping lightly around his weeping head. With Zayn and Harry tossing his body back and forth, he couldn't seem to get a good rhythm for himself. Not that it mattered much because Louis' toes were curling in tight and he was rocking between Zayn and the bed, rubbing his hot tip harshly against the soft sheets as he moaned out and came over his fist and the bedding.

The searing clench of Louis' body sent Zayn's head spinning, grunting as he fell forward on one hand and pummeled into the curvy lad's hole. Harry was thumbing along Louis' pink cheek, spreading spit along the sharp line as he tugged Louis deeper on him by his bottom teeth. Louis' eyes rolled back, lids fluttering shut while the two men used him past his own limits. The smell of Louis' spunk permeated the air, only overpowered by the smell of sweat covering all three of them. Heat. Everything was hot. The bed, Louis' body- Louis' sweet body, Zayn's blood. He was burning inside and couldn't do anything but let the burn flood him, crackling in his teeth and vibrating in his fingers as he curled an arm around Louis' waist and buried deep to fill his boy up.

Louis gave a quiet moan in recognition, but he hadn't opened his eyes in a few minutes. His tired body clenched down on Zayn's twitching length, and Zayn grunted lowly before biting down on Louis' sweaty back, hard enough to mark him. He'd feel like a caveman if it wasn't for Harry spouting out filthy things to his partner and absolutely ruining Louis. In comparison, Zayn was tame. Harry pulled out and his hand came to jack himself over Louis' slick mouth and fluttering lids. White splashed across his skin, sinking into his mouth and onto his tongue. Louis weakly flicked his tongue out to catch what he could, but Harry was already pushing back in as his orgasm rolled through him.

"Swallow," he demanded, gravel in his voice. Louis whimpered and did as he was told. "That's it, baby," Harry cooed as he swiped up his release from Louis' cheek and pushed it into his mouth next to his prick. "Dirty," he mused. "Louis, you're always dirty." The reprimand was more demeaning than anything, making Zayn wince for the blue-eyed boy.

But, once again, Louis surprised him. He nodded, Harry's dick still sitting on his tongue, and reached a hand up to toy with his sac. The broad lad gasped and then huffed a laugh, pushing Louis' hair off his face. "Good boy," he praised. He let Louis have his way for a minute, his head lulled back on his shoulders, before slapping Louis' cheek and pulling out. "Enough." Louis sighed and let his head fall to his pillow, legs still resting with his knees bent and open with Zayn sitting between them. He heaved into the pillow, apparently too tired to move it and get some real air.

Zayn picked up one of Louis' legs and turned him over, pulling him closer by the ankles to bracket his own thighs. Louis looked down at him, eyes glossy and a bit lost. The Bradford lad leaned down and licked up Louis' mostly soft dick. The bottom boy whined but didn't move, couldn't move, maybe. Zayn continued to lick up the leftover of Louis' release from his shaft and hip and stomach while Louis wriggled underneath him. "Z," he gasped. "Please."

"Shut up," he snapped, lost in the feeling and missing Harry's impressed look. "Play with your nipples." He looked up through his lashes at Louis to see him internally debating for a moment before his hands shakily took the oversensitive nubs between his fingers. "Slow," he clarified. He went back to laving open-mouthed kisses along his length. Louis bit down on his lips brutally to keep his whimpers at bay, pinching and playing the hardened nubs into painful territory.

Zayn sat back up and licked across his lips, to which Louis clenched his eyes shut. That was too much fun to be legal. Louis literally shutting his eyes against his arousal was officially at the top of Zayn's list of things he'd lose a limb to see. "Stop," he barked, and Louis did instantly, hands falling to his sides thankfully. He moved up to kiss Louis' dirty, languid mouth, tasting Harry in every nook and cranny. "Thank you."

Louis hummed, smiling against his lips, and raised a clunky arm to stroke the back of Zayn's hair. "Thank you," he parroted.

"Here, lads," Harry offered, and Zayn looked over to see a warm flannel in his hand. Zayn wiped Louis down gently, leaving kisses on the clean skin as he went before handing it back to Harry with a nod, who dropped it on the floor and climbed into bed next to Louis. Zayn curled up against Louis' chest as Harry pressed in to spoon him from behind.

Harry pulled Louis' earlobe between his teeth before whispering, "You're still in trouble for this." Louis nodded solemnly and leaned back into Harry's arms, refusing to move on yet from having those two for a night. Tomorrow, he'd deal with it, but tonight, tonight was for them.

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I had a req just a little bit ago that had this same concept so I decided to use this prompt to try out a few new things in my writing. Let me know what you think?!

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