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The Kink Meme
Round 1
IS CLOSED
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ROUND 3
delicious / flat view
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Zayn removes his hand from Niall’s hair and places it on the blond boy’s hollowed-out cheeks, feeling the slight, obscene movements as he plunges his cock in-and-out of Niall’s mouth. He knows, knows from experience, that Niall doesn’t mind if he thrusts forcefully into his mouth. Niall loves it when Zayn face fucks him, face fucks him raw and wanton. Niall loves it, pleads and begs for it.
So that’s exactly what Zayn does. He tightens his grip on Niall’s face and places his other hand behind his neck and sinks and plunges and forces his cock in the blond boy’s willing and tense mouth. Zayn angles himself differently with each thrust so that he is fully familiar with Niall’s mouth, so that every rigid, sharp spot is avoided, while the soft crevices are explored.
Finally, Niall takes his eyes off Zayn, and frantically unbuttons his own pants and starts touching himself, his hand moving in a swift, startling speed.
Naill, without warning, moans around Zayn and Zayn’s almost there, almost to the point of orgasm.
And then Niall lightly exposes his teeth, his veneers delicately raking across Zayn’s cock. The blend of slight pain and almost unendurable pleasure shocks Zayn. And he’s coming.
Zayn’s hips buck wildly, and his whole convulses. He groans, moans, and growls all in one. He spurts hard in Niall’s mouth, but the blond just swallows it fully, disregarding the tenacity of Zayn’s hips and cum.
Niall comes a few minutes later, Zayn still in his mouth. The older boy shivers as the blonde’s moans vibrate and reawaken his limp cock. It was almost enough to bring him back to full hardness. Almost. Niall finally releases Zayn’s cock from his mouth, a filthy pop escaping and echoing in the room. He lays his sweaty head on Zayn’s inner thigh.
“Fuck,” Zayn breathes out, eyes peering at Niall’s almost lifeless form.
They hear the muffled screams of the audience. Niall just looks up, a small, mischievous smirk framing his mouth.
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One certain night, Niall sneaks up into Zayn’s hotel room, thankful that their manager insisted on individual rooms. He tiptoes his way around Louis Vuitton luggage, Nike shoes, and letterman jackets strewn across the floor. Niall knows no one is with Zayn tonight. The older boy never does his usual flirting antics when he was especially tired. And Zayn, Niall thought anyways, needed something to lift his mood.
He’s right next to the bed, and he sees Zayn’s sleeping, deep-breathing form. Niall carefully unveils Zayn’s figure from the surrounding blankets and small smile forms on his face when he sees the other boy already naked. He places himself at the edge of the bed, hoping that Zayn doesn’t wake, not yet. He scoots in closer, closer until he’s right next to the sleeping beauty.
Niall starts peppering the other boy’s body with kisses. The kisses are soft, slow pecks to Zayn’s collarbone, chest, shoulders, arms, and anywhere his lips can attach to. Usually, Niall isn’t this romantic; usually he just goes for Zayn’s cock, shameless and desperate.
All the dark-haired boy does is stir, simply unaffected by Niall’s actions. And so Niall presses his lips harder, hotter, longer on Zayn’s skin. When he reaches a nipple, he opens his mouth and traces his tongue around it. His face goes down to the area right above Zayn’s belly button and he licks a straight line all the way to his Adam’s apple. Niall looks up and sees droopy, blinking eyes. He can see a hint of hazel; it’s enough as Niall growls and shifts his body so he’s straddling Zayn, fully on top of him.
And then he’s kissing the older boy, traces of minty toothpaste on Zayn’s mouth. In a beat, their tongues are wrestling, their hips are greedily grinding against each other, and Zayn’s hands are gripping, tightening as each second passes, on Niall’s thighs. His left hand releases Niall’s leg and he slips it underneath the blonde boy’s pajamas. His breath hitches when he realizes that Niall isn’t wearing anything underneath his pajamas. Zayn slides the tips of fingers back and forth on the cleft of Niall’s ass. His other hand quickly deserts its bruising grasp of Niall’s thigh, and he uses it to spread the blond boy’s cheeks apart. With his other hand, he slowly presses his index finger inside the younger boy. Zayn huffs out as Niall clenches and tightens around the finger. Niall just grows and continues to sloppily kiss the boy beneath him.
“Deeper…” Niall eggs on the dark-haired boy. He whimpers as he feels the finger curve inside him, delicately rubbing on his prostate. He pushes back, hoping, wishing that Zayn comply with his pleas.
“Only if you suck me off.” Zayn whispers, voice hoarse.
“Gladly.”
Niall takes off his pajamas, flinging them off somewhere to join Zayn’s clothes. He moves around, but all Zayn does is watch. His hazel eyes travel across the pale expanse of skin. He’s interrupted from his trance when two milky thighs enter his view. Niall’s back is to him and he bends down; his lips right above the dark-haired boy’s erect cock, his hole in full view for Zayn.
“Niall…shit…what are-what are you doing?” Zayn questions the blonde. Of course, he knows what’s happening, or at least he thinks he does. He fantasizes about it. But he just can’t believe that it’s actually happening.
“This.” And with that, the Irish boy takes in Zayn’s stiff cock into his mouth. He takes in all of Zayn, smiling around the dick when he hears the other boy moan in surprise.
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He strains his neck, and swipes Niall’s pink and puckered hole, his body almost dying on him when Niall moans around his dick.
“You like that then?” Niall just swallows around him, and it almost stops Zayn completely. A swallow isn’t completely a clear answer, but to Zayn, a swallow leaned more towards the YES! PLEASE MORE! DON’T STOP THAT! side. And so his tongue brushes, swipes, and traces Niall’s opening. The vibrations around his cock continue, unceasing, almost never-ending. He has to bite one of Niall’s cheeks to stop himself from full on howling, wailing to the ceiling.
Sometimes, his tongue teasingly lingers a second too long on Niall’s hole. But before Niall can do anything about it, it’s too late. Zayn’s tongue is away, circling instead of prodding or inserting or doing anything Niall wants. Meanwhile, Niall keeps on sucking and bobbing his head up and down on Zayn’s cock.
The dark-haired boy’s groans were becoming louder, more wanton, more careless. His mouth was full of Niall’s pink and clenching hole, but he wanted to do more. Zayn wanted to give as much as he was getting, and whit the vibrating moans and deep throating, Niall was giving a lot. He uses his hand to further spread Niall’s cheeks apart, further expose and open Niall to his mouth. Zayn’s tongue hesitantly prods Niall’s entrance. And he’s unsure about what he just did, but Niall takes his mouth off Zayn’s dick and he’s panting and his legs tremble slightly.
“Please, do that again.” Niall chokes out. And Zayn does. He can’t resist someone with manners.
He pushes his tongue deeper into Niall’s puckered entrance, and the sounds that escape from the blonde boy’s mouth are absolutely filthy, indecent, and obscene. Zayn loves it. His tongue goes in and twists and flicks and then it’s out. It circles Niall’s hole before pushing its way in.
Niall’s mouth returns to Zayn’s cock and he continues to twirl and turn his tongue and move his head up and down. Suddenly, Zayn finds it hard to keep his head close to Niall’s ass, to keep his breathing steady instead of the erratic pace it was currently at. Reluctantly, the dark-haired boy removes his tongue from Niall’s hole. The vibration that Niall’s mouth generates causes Zayn to drop his head hard on the pillow, veins on his neck straining and his voice wailing and uneven.
“I’m not stopping. Just making it better.” Zayn inserts his middle finger into Niall’s entrance and crooks it. He feels Niall’s legs quiver and he does it again and again and again. Niall maintains his sucking, moaning, and bobbing around Zayn’s dick. All of the sensations cause Zayn’s eyes to roll to the back of his head. Niall's mouth somehow gets tighter. His actions somehow never cease.
Zayn furiously finger-fucks Niall, while Niall is lewdly sucking him and it’s so good, so very good, so, so very good. The blonde boy suddenly deep throats all of Zayn and he’s swallowing like crazy, the movements of Niall’s throat absolutely euphoric and mind-blowing.
“I’m c-close.” Then Niall moans and swallows around him in unison. And Zayn wants to question how that can be humanly possible. But his brain is melting and he’s whimpering, whining, groaning, his voice hitting those high notes that every girl faints for. And all he sees is pure, pure white and he’s writhing and grasping at every square inch of Niall’s lithe, pale body and he’s coming, spurting hard into Niall’s mouth.
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Zayn twists both of his hands at the same time, his index finger brushing against Niall’s prostate, and his other hand roughly stroking his head. And that’s all it takes for Niall to cum hard on Zayn’s stomach. He clenches hard around Zayn’s finger, and dark-haired boy bites his bottom lip, wondering how it would feel if his cock was deep inside, submerged in that warmth. But he shakes those thoughts out of his head. He squeezes Niall’s cock harder, milking every last drop of cum out of him. He wants Niall’s orgasm to be as blinding as his was.
The blonde collapses on top of Zayn. His breaths are uneven.
“Good night, Niall?” Zayn questions the younger, exhausted boy on top of him. He feels Niall’s head move against his thigh. Niall slowly peels himself off of Zayn, sits up, and faces the dark-haired boy.
“Good night, Zayn.” He leans in and kisses Zayn.
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The song had been on repeat for what seemed like hours, and Zayn was sick and tired of it. Wasn’t there anything else to add in to the song? Anything not so annoying? His musings are cut off when someone pulls, drags him away from the dancefloor of the club into a quieter hallway. He turns around, wanting to see his savior, but in an instant he’s being pushed onto the wall, all pretenses of personal space abandoned.
“Hi Niall,” Zayn says. Niall doesn’t reply, just stares at him intently, blue eyes staying still and focusing on the hazel ones in front of him.
Suddenly, Niall’s lips are on his and it should be a surprise, but it isn’t. It’s like the story of the damsel-in-distress and the knight-in-shining-armor. However, Niall’s reason for saving Zayn is his cock. His mouth opens up when Niall’s tongue pokes at his lips, and he tastes like sweet, innocent candy mixed with indecent, immoral alcohol. Zayn gets harder, hotter.
Their kiss is slobbery, sloppy, messy, wild, erratic, and dangerous. Their lips rub and open and close. Their teeth bite and rake and pinch. Their tongues twist, spin, flick, and dance. Their hands roam, grab, grasp, squeeze, and splay. And their hips grind and rut and thrust to meet the other’s equally hard, straining, hidden cock.
Zayn abruptly pulls himself off of Niall.
“We can’t. Not here.” Even if he was inebriated, Zayn was logical.
“Yes, we can. Yes here.” Niall replies, a strange flame behind his usually cool eyes.
“But what if people-“
“Fuck them.” Niall leans in and reconnects their mouths and the same grinding and licking and moaning and squeezing actions continue.
Niall’s hands quickly unbutton and unzip Zayn’s jeans. He goes down on his knees, looking up at the older boy before scrunching Zayn’s pants and underwear to his knees. He tugs Zayn’s cock closer to his eager mouth, and then takes in the tip into his mouth. Zayn gasps loudly, surprised that Niall keeps eye contact through it all.
They’re in a public hallway. They can be instantly and easily seen by anyone. Niall doesn’t care, though. Zayn could care more, but his cock is in a warm, tight mouth.
Niall’s hand joins his mouth in trying to get Zayn off as quickly as possible. It circles around Zayn’s shaft and squeezes and goes up and down, occupying the length that Niall’s mouth can’t. And Niall’s mouth is heavenly, and he swipes his tongue at Zayn’s slit, so that Zayn’s precum disappears on Niall’s tongue.
And Zayn wants to brutally face-fuck Niall so his throat is sore for days and everyone questions why his voice is different, but Niall’s other hand is gripping his hip and he’s not the most well-defined guy out there but Niall is strong. Also, Zayn likes fairness. If Niall is sucking him off, and doing a good job of it, then he can stand not to thrust and fuck his face into oblivion. Zayn’s even philosophical drunk.
So Zayn lets Niall do his actions of vigorously moving his hand back and forth on his shaft and ceaselessly sucking and licking and swiping his tongue on Zayn’s head. Zayn threads his fingers through Niall’s hair, relishing in the thrill of getting a blowjob in such a public place. His head drops on the wall behind him as Niall’s talented tongue brushes his slit again. And Zayn can feel his orgasm building, rising, rising, rising. It bubbles hot inside him and there’s sweat forming on his head. The steamy air of the club is suffocating him and he thinks that he’s wearing too many clothes, that Niall’s hand and mouth are doing wonders to his senses.
Zayn looks down at the blonde boy, eyes staring straight at him, hand moving up and down up and down, lips circling the head of his cock. And it’s so fucking hot, the way some saliva escapes Niall’s mouth and dribbles down his chin.
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this is mostly un-beta'ed, so please bear with me.
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They kiss on the crumpled, messy bed; their tongues meeting and touching every so often. Zayn’s cock is already hardening, poking at Niall’s leg. Niall moans, and pulls away from Zayn, a mischievous shine in his eyes.
“I’ve got an idea,” Niall announces. He licks his lips and reattaches his lips to Zayn’s, his fingers to Zayn’s hair. He maneuvers both of their bodies on the bed so that he’s lying on his back, Zayn’s torso pushing his down on the mattress, and their legs tangle.
Zayn’s mouth moves down to Niall’s neck and collarbones, nipping, sucking and licking. His mouth is hot and Niall wishes it could continue and send shivers down his body that reawaken his cock. But he has to stop Zayn. He has a better idea.
“Mmm…Zayn-Zayn stop.” Niall demands. Zayn lifts his head, Niall regretting the idea of opening his mouth, and glances at Niall. Niall could tell, a blind man could tell, that Zayn wasn’t happy with the idea of being stopped.
“I want to try something new.”
“Whatever it is, it better be good.” Zayn snaps.
“Sit on my face.” Zayn just glares at Niall. And Niall thinks that it might just be a horrible idea until Zayn lifts himself from his comfortable position and moves around so his erect cock comes close to Niall’s pink mouth.
Zayn straddles Niall’s torso, his legs obscenely open, his cock leaking pre-cum onto Niall’s chin. He looks down at Niall, blue eyes gazing up.
“Well, show me what a great idea this really is.”
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Zayn grabs onto the headboard and starts pulling his cock in and out of Niall’s mouth. His mouth engulfing Zayn’s cock with tightness and warmth and wetness.
Zayn watches Niall’s eyes fluttering and rolling back when he plunges himself further into Niall’s mouth. He watches his hands clench and unclench on the headboard. He feels Niall’s hands stroking his legs and almost urging him on to be rough, to be lewd. And most of all, he feels and watches Niall’s pink, pink swollen lips that circle his cock and how spit and pre-cum trickles out of his mouth and onto his chin, cheeks, and it’s absolutely dirty.
He pushes deeper, deeper down Niall’s mouth.
Zayn’s hair is in his eyes, his breathing is uneven, his thrusting has no semblance of rhythm, and there’s the familiar stirring in his body telling him that his orgasm is close. He removes his hands off the headboard and searches blindly on the bed, hoping to find the lube; Zayn feels the container and desperately squirts some onto his hand. He swivels his head, sees Niall’s aroused cock and starts wanking Niall off. Zayn strokes Niall furiously, relishing Niall’s increased suction on his dick.
All Zayn can think of is how fucking amazing it feels. He pounds one last time into Niall and then he cums down Niall’s throat. Zayn feels Niall’s staccato-moving hips and twists his hand. Niall cums with the milky liquid splattering Zayn’s hand, his own stomach, and the hotel’s already tainted bed sheet.
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The blowjob is equally as frantic and frenzied as their fuck before the concert; that becomes familiar too.
Almost everything they do together becomes a routine. They have some surprises, some jolts. However, these become routine too.
And as always (or so it seems), minutes after the concert, Niall presses Zayn’s body onto some dressing room wall. They kiss hastily, carelessly, but also familiar. Their tongues and lips clash and collide and try to conquer the other. It usually becomes a barrage of who can take control Niall already has his fingers unbuttoning Zayn’s jeans and he curses because he needs it. Like somehow Zayn’s body has some nutritional value to him, like sucking him off will mean he gets his vitamin D for the day. Maybe it does.
Niall bends down and faces Zayn’s crotch. He pulls down Zayn’s pants, his boxers, everything that restricts Zayn from Niall. Niall presses his face in Zayn’s plaid shirt; he wishes he could bury his face in that certain spot where Zayn’s scent loiters and lingers the most. Zayn threads his fingers through Niall’s hair. He toys with the ends and the roots, and smiles at vast contrast of the two.
Niall circles his hand around Zayn’s cock, starts moving his hand, starts scrunching his plaid shirt higher, starts exposing his abdomen and tonguing the freed skin.
Zayn just goes along with the movements. But he knows that there’s something strange joining this “routine blowjob”. There’s a slight hitch to the naughty, risky feeling that usually goes with it.
Zayn is a difficult, distorted crevice. And maybe, just maybe Niall has taught himself to mold into that; or maybe Zayn erodes and spoils himself just for Niall’s sake.
And oh shit oh shit oh shit. Niall’s tongue reaches Zayn’s cock and it’s doing something new, and Zayn thought he’d seen all the tricks of the blowjob trade. Apparently not. The noises that escape Zayn’s lips are genuinely crude and filthy. Yes, Niall could live off of those sounds.
Niall licks all around Zayn, giving a special amount of his attention to the head, like he always does. And Zayn’s body fuses into the wall that’s supporting him. Niall’s mouth salivates every single time Zayn makes any type of noise, it’s intoxicating, stimulating. Niall likes it.
It’s a strange schedule Zayn lives on now: time spent doing sexual things with Niall and time wasted on Earth. Zayn wants to prolong the moments with Niall, but if he can’t, at least it usually ends with an orgasm and shared laughs. And Zayn muses about this relationship; if it can ever advance to something emotional, something that can completely ruin him.
But Niall swirls his tongue and all of Zayn’s rambling thoughts and tangents and anxieties dissolve down to a controllable level. Who thinks about such things when getting a blowjob? And a really good one too. So, Zayn sinks those thoughts down, hopefully as deep as the Mariana Trench. But he doubts it.
Niall places his right hand on Zayn’s hip, squeezing and drawing shapes on the exposed skin. Zayn breathes in hard, knowing that there’s something different about this “routine blowjob”. Niall is careful and attentive to Zayn’s every move, and when Zayn glances down, Niall is looking up; Niall studies and analyzes him. Zayn feels like a laboratory animal.
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Maybe Niall notices the change that’s joining this blowjob, maybe he’s just impatient and wants Zayn to cum already. Whatever it is, Niall takes his mouth off of Zayn and circles his hand around Zayn’s cock. Niall starts moving his hand back and forth on Zayn fervently; as if wanting Zayn to relish in this feeling and to forget the gentleness he previously had. The swift change takes Zayn completely off course, and he bangs his head hard on the wall behind him. Well, it’s only a few brain cells.
Zayn’s mouth hangs open and more sounds, sounds that anybody passing by the hall will most likely hear, escape. He hears a growl beneath him as his hips buck on their own accord.
Niall kisses and licks the area right underneath his belly button, and it contrasts so beautifully with the frantic hand movements that Zayn is once again confused. Niall jumbles up Zayn’s brain and Zayn hates it, but it’s habitual and part of the mess that he has caught himself in.
Zayn releases as he grips the blonde hair for dear life, as Niall teases him ever so intimately with his tongue.
After, he pulls Niall up, and kisses him hard. He wants to suppress and smother every single feeling.
Zayn knows that he’s utterly fucked.
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holy shit
*dead*
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