So Tell Me What You Need, Harry/Zayn
Title: So Tell Me What You Need
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Zayn/Harry
Summary: Sometimes, all that Harry needs is someone else to lather up his soap for him, and Zayn has some wise old owl way of knowing when that is.
“Is that my Sharpie?” He says, before mornin’, or hey or fuck, you look sixteen and I don’t know how to deal with that, and Harry, rolling the pen in his grasp, nods, “Thought so. Been writing in your journal?” Harry shakes his head and Zayn sits up further, skates the side of his thumb over a childhood scar on Harry’s bare leg, “You feelin’ okay, baby Jagger? Anything you want to talk about?”
There is. It’s clear from the pull in of Harry’s brow line and the way his toes fidget inside the bobbled wool of his socks. All boy. Little boy; grazed knees, ruddy cheeks, errant curls, shy eyes- Zayn itemises it all before pressing his next kiss to the tip of Harry’s nose. He wrinkles like a rabbit but Zayn is a little crestfallen when he doesn’t quite smile with it.
Warnings: Contains daddy kink, sort of squint-to-see-it age play, mentions of whipping with a belt and also mentions of sixteen year old Harry [though he’s nineteen when the fic takes place].