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The Kink Meme
Round 1
IS CLOSED
ALL NEW PROMPTS MUST BE MADE IN
ROUND 3
delicious / flat view
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Louis is just drifting off to sleep when Zayn tumbles, less than subtly, into his bed, smell of the alcohol they'd raided from the mini bar on his lips.
"Want to make you come." He whispers low and deep into Louis' ear, fingers flitting tunes along the older boy's bare chest. Louis has always had a thing for fingers, entwining his with Zayn's whenever they're free to do it, sucking on his own when they're not.
"Yes." Louis breathes back, kissing Zayn hungrily and letting himself be turned to his front, arched off the bed and ready. Zayn tugs down Louis' joggers and leaves them sagging on the older boy's thighs, evidently in a hurry.
Zayn whispers how it'll be, how he won't touch Louis, how he'll make him come just with fingers and the way he speaks. He sucks on the digits like they're a delicacy, panting with desperation when they're taken away, glistening with his own spit as Zayn positions a bracing hand on the older boy's hip.
Louis is as hard as he thinks he's ever been, gasping when one finger slides inside him, probing softly and nowhere near enough for him.
"More, Zayn, come on."
He's trying to be quiet but Zayn's low chuckles and a second finger have him groaning, muffling himself on his pillow when the other boy squeezes his hip as a warning. He doesn't want it to stop, can't let it. When Zayn starts moving his hand, three fingers deep and scissored, it's all Louis can do not to scream the hotel down, scrunching his hands in the sheets and whispering Zayn's name over and over.
He knows how to make Louis shake, pressing his weight down on top of the older boy, giving his hand just enough leverage to keep with the fast pace.
"Come on Louis, come for me. Come on."
He can feel the hard mound of the front of Zayn's boxers on his leg and he wants to touch, to make Zayn feel as good as he does now. He even tries it on himself, reaching a hand between his legs, slapped away with a growl from Zayn.
"No."
It's torture not too, his cock throbbing and his muscles aching from the position. He tries to rub himself on the duvet, earning himself a jab of Zayn's fingers far deeper than before and another chiding.
"I said no."
Zayn's hand moves faster and faster, deeper and deeper until Louis' world starts to turn a shade of bright white, encompassing his entire body and making him tremble from head to toe, coming hard over the expensive hotel sheets, smearing it on his joggers when he collapses to the bed.
Zayn doesn't take long to finish himself off, a spurt of sticky liquid covering Louis' back, dribbling off the smooth curve of the skin.
"Well done." Zayn smirks as he returns to his own bed, leaving Louis dirty and sated, breathing heavily into his pillow and wondering when he'll get to feel those fingers again.
He gets hard again just thinking about it.
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