Strict Machine
Title: Strict Machine
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2,400
Summary: “When we get back to the hotel,” Liam whispers keeping a cool face on, waving towards the crowd, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to sit for weeks.”
Warnings: Two established partners having consensual, unprotected sex. Includes dirty talk, barebacking, facials, size kink, and (very mild) D/S play.
Disclaimer: I wish it was real, but it’s not
A/N: Realized I hadn’t written any positions but missionary for these boys, so. 100% filth. No plot. Juuuuust porn. Ideas for this came from a few lovely people on tumblr. Title comes from the Goldfrapp song of the same name. Enjoy.
Liam, Zayn decides, is the king of bad timing.
They’re in the middle of a show, the last one before a week-long break, when he slinks up beside him during twitter questions, keeping his eyes on the stage. “When we get back to the hotel,” Liam whispers keeping a cool face on, waving towards the crowd, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to sit for weeks.”
Zayn’s breath hitches and he glares, incredulous, because now is not the time, and getting hard in a room full of 12-year-old girls was not on the agenda for today. He can almost feel the hellfire.
Liam just chuckles, keeping that sweet little smile and continues, “I don’t think you understand. I want you on your hands and knees, with your ass up in the air, begging for me to fuck you. I might even plug you up after, make sure you keep me inside.”
“Jesus fuck, Liam,” Zayn squirms, watching Harry and Louis play fight while Niall tries to break them up, “You can’t just say things like that. Not here.”
He just smirks, giving Zayn a sharp squeeze on his hip before jogging over to Niall and slinging an arm around his shoulders, play-flirting with some girls in the front row and leaving Zayn to adjust himself discreetly in his trousers.
***
When they arrive outside of their hotel, Zayn is nearly vibrating with anxiety. His palms are clammy from being clenched for so long; stomach in knots and his skin feels too tight. He can feel the collar of his shirt starting to dampen with sweat.
No one seems to notice but Liam, and he reaches over, ever composed, and puts a hand over Zayn’s fist, “Alright, love?” Concern laces his voice, but looks a bit too pleased with himself, and Zayn hates him a little.
“Fine,” he bites out, before unbuckling himself, stumbling over Harry’s feet to get out and earning a sharp swat on the bum from Louis. He gulps in the fresh air as soon as he gets outside, quickly shucking off his jacket to cool off. He listens to the boys mutter about the hotel bar then Liam has a firm hand on his lower back, possessive, and denies the invitation for both of them. Zayn has never been so grateful in his life, because if he doesn’t get some kind of stimulation soon he’s sure he’s going to die.
Harry, ever the pervert, sees right through it. He laughs and pats Zayn on the shoulder, “Ooh, don’t get pregnant!”
Louis smacks a hand over his mouth, looking apologetic, but it doesn’t work so well when Harry’s eyebrows are still waggling. All the blood rushes to Zayn’s face but Liam just laughs, steering them both towards the entrance.
***
Liam pins him up against the door of their room after what feels like the longest lift ride known to man, crowding him so their erections are pressed together. Zayn whines, high in his throat, and pulls Liam’s face down to kiss him, head thumping against the door when Liam’s lips move down his jawline.
“I need you,” he says between kisses, “to get on the bed and strip for me.”
Zayn nods quickly, inhaling Liam’s scent before pushing away from the door and stumbling to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt clumsily on the way. He’s shaky, strung-tight and anxious from adrenaline and lust, and it takes him a good two minutes and a hundred muttered expletives until he can shuck off his button-down, tossing it in a corner of the room.
He expects Liam to do the same, take off all his clothes and then join Zayn on the bed, but he doesn’t. He just stands in alcove that leads to the room’s little entranceway, looking amused with his arms crossed, leaning against the post.
Zayn pauses after he gets his undershirt off and looks over at him, questioning. The air between them is tense, almost as badly as in the car, silent except for the sound of air coming through the vents. Liam’s face is as cool as ever when he speaks, “Did I tell you to stop?”
Zayn stops breathing for a second, before shaking his head and curling to discard his shoes and socks. In his peripheral vision he can see Liam bend down for his suitcase, shuffling it’s contents before standing back up, cradling a few items and placing them on one of the shelves on the bedside table, out of Zayn’s line of sight.
When his pants are flung across the room, he fingers the waistband of his boxer-briefs nervously before raising his eyes to Liam’s. Liam’s already looking at him, amused, but not unkind. He nods, “Those too, love.”
Zayn sucks in a breath before rucking his underwear down. It’s weird, being naked in front of someone fully clothed, but he can’t say he disapproves. With the way that Liam’s looking at him, well, he’d probably do much worse.
Liam’s looking him up and down unabashedly, and Zayn can’t help but flush a little, both in excitement and embarrassment. He’s about to snap at Liam and ask if he’s just going to stand there and let Zayn feel like an ass when Liam slinks onto the bed, right in-between Zayn’s spread legs, climbing on top of him and kissing him hard on the mouth.
The fabric of Liam’s clothes rubs up against his naked skin and it feels… different. Not bad, just strange in the way that he’s not used to not having Liam’s body pressed up against him, sweaty, slick skin and all. The rough denim of Liam’s jeans rub up against his bare cock and it borders on way too much and not enough and yeah, Zayn thinks he could definitely come like this.
Sometimes, Zayn forgets about how much bigger Liam is than him. Liam’s not a bodybuilder, that’s for sure, but it’s still surprising how strong he is and how easy it is for him to hold Zayn down when they’re doing this, to grab his wrists and plant them above his head while he fucks into him. It should probably freak Zayn out, but it doesn’t.
“Jesus,” Liam murmurs against his cheek, hips thrusting down minutely, “You should see yourself like this,” he runs his big hands down Zayn’s arms, panting in his ear, “All spread out for me like this. You’d let me do anything I want, wouldn’t you?”
Yeah, Zayn probably would, but he’s about .3 seconds away from coming and if they don’t get this show on the road, it’s all gonna be over soon. Best save it for a day when Liam hasn’t been teasing him all bloody night, when he’s not halfway exhausted from their show and way too horny to function. “Liam, please,” he whimpers, planting kisses to every part of Liam’s face he can manage, “I need you.”
Liam’s eyes go dark at that and he grabs ahold of Zayn’s hips, “Hands and knees, bum in the air.”
He backs away slightly and Zayn complies, lying on his front before rising on his knees, back bowed so his ass sticks up and it should feel ridiculous and slutty and shameful, but he is so far past caring. He hears Liam suck in a breath behind him, before his hands are running down his hips to his thighs, barely there, just enough to make the hair stand on end. Zayn’s fully hard now, cock hanging heavy between his thighs, precome staining the bedspread.
When Liam’s hands come back up to rest on the cheeks of his ass, palms warm and thumbs just barely dipping into the cleft, Zayn whines and pushes back, Liam lets out a sweet little laugh and squeezes the firm flesh, “Impatient tonight, aren’t we?”
“Your bloody fault,” Zayn snaps, muffled into the pillow and he cuts off with a gasp when Liam brushes a thumb, dry and gentle, over his hole.
“Fuck,” Liam whispers, one hand rubbing circles over his hip, one thumb rubbing circles around his hole, applying light pressure at every pass, “Been wanting to do this to you all day. Wanted to bend you over that stupid fucking couch, right in front of everyone.”
Zayn groans and then Liam’s gone, the mattress dipping and then he feels him on the right side of the bed, retrieving the supplies from the nightstand shelf. He comes back up behind Zayn, and the click of the lube bottle has Zayn shuffling, pushing his ass higher.
When Liam finally, finally makes contact, Zayn sighs in relief. His fingers swirl around his hole, teasing, testing the resistance and then he pushes two in right off the bat. Zayn hisses, gripping the pillow but Liam just rubs a hand down his back to soothe him. “That’s a good boy,” he says softly, rubbing up against Zayn’s prostate before sliding in another finger, “So good for me, all the time.”
Zayn whines while Liam rubs over his prostate, dragging the pads of his fingers over it and driving him insane, “Please,” he whines, “No more. Need you inside, Li.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah.” And it’s the most flustered Zayn’s heard him all night. Liam pulls his fingers out and Zayn hears the button of his jeans pop and the zipper pull down and that’s when Zayn realizes that he’s starkers while his boyfriend is fully clothed, and that should feel awkward but it’s kind of really hot, too.
Liam grabs the lube by Zayn’s knee and slicks himself up then presses the head of his cock at Zayn’s hole. “Ready, babe?”
Zayn nods and Liam pushes in, filling Zayn up in one smooth glide, until his hips are pressed to Zayn’s ass, the cool metal of his zipper against his thigh. Zayn grunts when Liam pulls back, thrusting slowly, just enough to drive Zayn mad with want. He grinds back on the in-thrust, egging Liam on to just fuck him already, and Liam chuckles.
He thrusts back in so he’s leaning forward, back draped over Zayn’s, lips pressed to his shoulder. His hands are braced on either side of Zayn’s torso and it hits him just right, gliding over his sweet spot and his vision actually goes white for a second.
Liam pulls back and pushes back in, hard, hips doing all the work. “Is this what you want?” he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you this hard?”
Zayn makes a noise of affirmation, somewhere between a grunt and a sob, as Liam fucks him deeper, their skin slapping with an obscene sound. The pillow under Zayn’s head is damp with sweat and saliva from where he’s been biting into it and it’s kind of gross, but it’s the only thing keeping his head from slamming into the wall while Liam pounds into him.
Zayn’s hit with a shock of realization that he’s the only person that’s able to see Liam this way. He’s the only one that gets to see Liam be this forceful, to see him completely lose himself. He’s the only one that Liam doesn’t have to be a complete gentleman for, and he’s astounded by how much Liam trusts him with this. He’s astounded by how much he wants this with Liam, and it knocks the breath out of him for a moment.
“Can hear you thinking, stop that,” Liam murmurs between grunts. He moves his hands to Zayn’s hips and angles him just so, so he’s slamming into his prostate and Zayn has to hold back a scream. He reaches under himself to grab his neglected cock, skin burning, and he gets about three good strokes in before the continuous stimulation on his prostate and his cock becomes too much and he freezes, letting out something that could only be classified as a full on moan before comes all over their duvet.
Liam groans, pulling out and flipping Zayn over frantically, “Want to come on your face. Can I?”
Zayn’s still limp and boneless, orgasm fogging everything, making it too hard to speak so he just nods and Liam sighs in relief. He clambers up so he’s straddling Zayn’s chest, hard cock poking through his fly, pointed directly at his face and wow, if it wasn’t so soon, Zayn would probably be hard again.
Liam braces one hand on the wall and grabs his dick in the other, red and hard and uncomfortable-looking, stroking furiously and making wounded little sounds. It’s enough to make Zayn close his eyes.
The first spurt of Liam’s come lands on his cheek, streaking across his lips and making him shoot his tongue out to taste on reflex. The rest lands over his forehead, nose, cheek, and eyebrow before Liam slumps slightly, knocking the breath out of Zayn. Liam regains his breath before wiggling back down so he’s lying on top of Zayn and kisses him hard; some of his own come transferring onto his cheeks, sticky mess rubbing into their skin.
Liam pulls back, breathless, messy, and exhausted, smiling so wide that it makes Zayn’s stomach twist. He plants a few more kisses on Zayn’s lips before he gets up and heads to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with his face cleaned off, naked, with a warm, wet towel in his hand.
He sits beside where Zayn is sprawled, coaxing his head onto his lap before wiping the mess off his face, taking extra care to avoid his eyes. He slings the towel into the hamper and makes Zayn arch up so he can pull the messy duvet off and pull another one from the closet before sliding next to him in bed and rucking it messily over them.
Zayn moves so they’re pressed together, nosing at Liam’s hair until his breath evens out. He flicks off the light before falling asleep, reveling in Liam’s body heat, content and sated.
Pairing: Liam/Zayn
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~2,400
Summary: “When we get back to the hotel,” Liam whispers keeping a cool face on, waving towards the crowd, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to sit for weeks.”
Warnings: Two established partners having consensual, unprotected sex. Includes dirty talk, barebacking, facials, size kink, and (very mild) D/S play.
Disclaimer: I wish it was real, but it’s not
A/N: Realized I hadn’t written any positions but missionary for these boys, so. 100% filth. No plot. Juuuuust porn. Ideas for this came from a few lovely people on tumblr. Title comes from the Goldfrapp song of the same name. Enjoy.
Liam, Zayn decides, is the king of bad timing.
They’re in the middle of a show, the last one before a week-long break, when he slinks up beside him during twitter questions, keeping his eyes on the stage. “When we get back to the hotel,” Liam whispers keeping a cool face on, waving towards the crowd, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to sit for weeks.”
Zayn’s breath hitches and he glares, incredulous, because now is not the time, and getting hard in a room full of 12-year-old girls was not on the agenda for today. He can almost feel the hellfire.
Liam just chuckles, keeping that sweet little smile and continues, “I don’t think you understand. I want you on your hands and knees, with your ass up in the air, begging for me to fuck you. I might even plug you up after, make sure you keep me inside.”
“Jesus fuck, Liam,” Zayn squirms, watching Harry and Louis play fight while Niall tries to break them up, “You can’t just say things like that. Not here.”
He just smirks, giving Zayn a sharp squeeze on his hip before jogging over to Niall and slinging an arm around his shoulders, play-flirting with some girls in the front row and leaving Zayn to adjust himself discreetly in his trousers.
***
When they arrive outside of their hotel, Zayn is nearly vibrating with anxiety. His palms are clammy from being clenched for so long; stomach in knots and his skin feels too tight. He can feel the collar of his shirt starting to dampen with sweat.
No one seems to notice but Liam, and he reaches over, ever composed, and puts a hand over Zayn’s fist, “Alright, love?” Concern laces his voice, but looks a bit too pleased with himself, and Zayn hates him a little.
“Fine,” he bites out, before unbuckling himself, stumbling over Harry’s feet to get out and earning a sharp swat on the bum from Louis. He gulps in the fresh air as soon as he gets outside, quickly shucking off his jacket to cool off. He listens to the boys mutter about the hotel bar then Liam has a firm hand on his lower back, possessive, and denies the invitation for both of them. Zayn has never been so grateful in his life, because if he doesn’t get some kind of stimulation soon he’s sure he’s going to die.
Harry, ever the pervert, sees right through it. He laughs and pats Zayn on the shoulder, “Ooh, don’t get pregnant!”
Louis smacks a hand over his mouth, looking apologetic, but it doesn’t work so well when Harry’s eyebrows are still waggling. All the blood rushes to Zayn’s face but Liam just laughs, steering them both towards the entrance.
***
Liam pins him up against the door of their room after what feels like the longest lift ride known to man, crowding him so their erections are pressed together. Zayn whines, high in his throat, and pulls Liam’s face down to kiss him, head thumping against the door when Liam’s lips move down his jawline.
“I need you,” he says between kisses, “to get on the bed and strip for me.”
Zayn nods quickly, inhaling Liam’s scent before pushing away from the door and stumbling to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt clumsily on the way. He’s shaky, strung-tight and anxious from adrenaline and lust, and it takes him a good two minutes and a hundred muttered expletives until he can shuck off his button-down, tossing it in a corner of the room.
He expects Liam to do the same, take off all his clothes and then join Zayn on the bed, but he doesn’t. He just stands in alcove that leads to the room’s little entranceway, looking amused with his arms crossed, leaning against the post.
Zayn pauses after he gets his undershirt off and looks over at him, questioning. The air between them is tense, almost as badly as in the car, silent except for the sound of air coming through the vents. Liam’s face is as cool as ever when he speaks, “Did I tell you to stop?”
Zayn stops breathing for a second, before shaking his head and curling to discard his shoes and socks. In his peripheral vision he can see Liam bend down for his suitcase, shuffling it’s contents before standing back up, cradling a few items and placing them on one of the shelves on the bedside table, out of Zayn’s line of sight.
When his pants are flung across the room, he fingers the waistband of his boxer-briefs nervously before raising his eyes to Liam’s. Liam’s already looking at him, amused, but not unkind. He nods, “Those too, love.”
Zayn sucks in a breath before rucking his underwear down. It’s weird, being naked in front of someone fully clothed, but he can’t say he disapproves. With the way that Liam’s looking at him, well, he’d probably do much worse.
Liam’s looking him up and down unabashedly, and Zayn can’t help but flush a little, both in excitement and embarrassment. He’s about to snap at Liam and ask if he’s just going to stand there and let Zayn feel like an ass when Liam slinks onto the bed, right in-between Zayn’s spread legs, climbing on top of him and kissing him hard on the mouth.
The fabric of Liam’s clothes rubs up against his naked skin and it feels… different. Not bad, just strange in the way that he’s not used to not having Liam’s body pressed up against him, sweaty, slick skin and all. The rough denim of Liam’s jeans rub up against his bare cock and it borders on way too much and not enough and yeah, Zayn thinks he could definitely come like this.
Sometimes, Zayn forgets about how much bigger Liam is than him. Liam’s not a bodybuilder, that’s for sure, but it’s still surprising how strong he is and how easy it is for him to hold Zayn down when they’re doing this, to grab his wrists and plant them above his head while he fucks into him. It should probably freak Zayn out, but it doesn’t.
“Jesus,” Liam murmurs against his cheek, hips thrusting down minutely, “You should see yourself like this,” he runs his big hands down Zayn’s arms, panting in his ear, “All spread out for me like this. You’d let me do anything I want, wouldn’t you?”
Yeah, Zayn probably would, but he’s about .3 seconds away from coming and if they don’t get this show on the road, it’s all gonna be over soon. Best save it for a day when Liam hasn’t been teasing him all bloody night, when he’s not halfway exhausted from their show and way too horny to function. “Liam, please,” he whimpers, planting kisses to every part of Liam’s face he can manage, “I need you.”
Liam’s eyes go dark at that and he grabs ahold of Zayn’s hips, “Hands and knees, bum in the air.”
He backs away slightly and Zayn complies, lying on his front before rising on his knees, back bowed so his ass sticks up and it should feel ridiculous and slutty and shameful, but he is so far past caring. He hears Liam suck in a breath behind him, before his hands are running down his hips to his thighs, barely there, just enough to make the hair stand on end. Zayn’s fully hard now, cock hanging heavy between his thighs, precome staining the bedspread.
When Liam’s hands come back up to rest on the cheeks of his ass, palms warm and thumbs just barely dipping into the cleft, Zayn whines and pushes back, Liam lets out a sweet little laugh and squeezes the firm flesh, “Impatient tonight, aren’t we?”
“Your bloody fault,” Zayn snaps, muffled into the pillow and he cuts off with a gasp when Liam brushes a thumb, dry and gentle, over his hole.
“Fuck,” Liam whispers, one hand rubbing circles over his hip, one thumb rubbing circles around his hole, applying light pressure at every pass, “Been wanting to do this to you all day. Wanted to bend you over that stupid fucking couch, right in front of everyone.”
Zayn groans and then Liam’s gone, the mattress dipping and then he feels him on the right side of the bed, retrieving the supplies from the nightstand shelf. He comes back up behind Zayn, and the click of the lube bottle has Zayn shuffling, pushing his ass higher.
When Liam finally, finally makes contact, Zayn sighs in relief. His fingers swirl around his hole, teasing, testing the resistance and then he pushes two in right off the bat. Zayn hisses, gripping the pillow but Liam just rubs a hand down his back to soothe him. “That’s a good boy,” he says softly, rubbing up against Zayn’s prostate before sliding in another finger, “So good for me, all the time.”
Zayn whines while Liam rubs over his prostate, dragging the pads of his fingers over it and driving him insane, “Please,” he whines, “No more. Need you inside, Li.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah.” And it’s the most flustered Zayn’s heard him all night. Liam pulls his fingers out and Zayn hears the button of his jeans pop and the zipper pull down and that’s when Zayn realizes that he’s starkers while his boyfriend is fully clothed, and that should feel awkward but it’s kind of really hot, too.
Liam grabs the lube by Zayn’s knee and slicks himself up then presses the head of his cock at Zayn’s hole. “Ready, babe?”
Zayn nods and Liam pushes in, filling Zayn up in one smooth glide, until his hips are pressed to Zayn’s ass, the cool metal of his zipper against his thigh. Zayn grunts when Liam pulls back, thrusting slowly, just enough to drive Zayn mad with want. He grinds back on the in-thrust, egging Liam on to just fuck him already, and Liam chuckles.
He thrusts back in so he’s leaning forward, back draped over Zayn’s, lips pressed to his shoulder. His hands are braced on either side of Zayn’s torso and it hits him just right, gliding over his sweet spot and his vision actually goes white for a second.
Liam pulls back and pushes back in, hard, hips doing all the work. “Is this what you want?” he asks, “Do you want me to fuck you this hard?”
Zayn makes a noise of affirmation, somewhere between a grunt and a sob, as Liam fucks him deeper, their skin slapping with an obscene sound. The pillow under Zayn’s head is damp with sweat and saliva from where he’s been biting into it and it’s kind of gross, but it’s the only thing keeping his head from slamming into the wall while Liam pounds into him.
Zayn’s hit with a shock of realization that he’s the only person that’s able to see Liam this way. He’s the only one that gets to see Liam be this forceful, to see him completely lose himself. He’s the only one that Liam doesn’t have to be a complete gentleman for, and he’s astounded by how much Liam trusts him with this. He’s astounded by how much he wants this with Liam, and it knocks the breath out of him for a moment.
“Can hear you thinking, stop that,” Liam murmurs between grunts. He moves his hands to Zayn’s hips and angles him just so, so he’s slamming into his prostate and Zayn has to hold back a scream. He reaches under himself to grab his neglected cock, skin burning, and he gets about three good strokes in before the continuous stimulation on his prostate and his cock becomes too much and he freezes, letting out something that could only be classified as a full on moan before comes all over their duvet.
Liam groans, pulling out and flipping Zayn over frantically, “Want to come on your face. Can I?”
Zayn’s still limp and boneless, orgasm fogging everything, making it too hard to speak so he just nods and Liam sighs in relief. He clambers up so he’s straddling Zayn’s chest, hard cock poking through his fly, pointed directly at his face and wow, if it wasn’t so soon, Zayn would probably be hard again.
Liam braces one hand on the wall and grabs his dick in the other, red and hard and uncomfortable-looking, stroking furiously and making wounded little sounds. It’s enough to make Zayn close his eyes.
The first spurt of Liam’s come lands on his cheek, streaking across his lips and making him shoot his tongue out to taste on reflex. The rest lands over his forehead, nose, cheek, and eyebrow before Liam slumps slightly, knocking the breath out of Zayn. Liam regains his breath before wiggling back down so he’s lying on top of Zayn and kisses him hard; some of his own come transferring onto his cheeks, sticky mess rubbing into their skin.
Liam pulls back, breathless, messy, and exhausted, smiling so wide that it makes Zayn’s stomach twist. He plants a few more kisses on Zayn’s lips before he gets up and heads to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with his face cleaned off, naked, with a warm, wet towel in his hand.
He sits beside where Zayn is sprawled, coaxing his head onto his lap before wiping the mess off his face, taking extra care to avoid his eyes. He slings the towel into the hamper and makes Zayn arch up so he can pull the messy duvet off and pull another one from the closet before sliding next to him in bed and rucking it messily over them.
Zayn moves so they’re pressed together, nosing at Liam’s hair until his breath evens out. He flicks off the light before falling asleep, reveling in Liam’s body heat, content and sated.