everyone else disappeared hours ago leaving behind a sea of solo cups and butted out cigarettes. there's an overpowering smell lingering, someone must of thrown up somewhere but zayn can't be arsed to move. he's stretched out across the sofa, his head in niall's lap. his eyes are closed and his listening as the younger boy laughs deep and hearty, listening to musicality of it. he's smoking a joint, has been slipping it between zayn's lips every couple of minutes so he can have a hit too, telling him to inhale and watching him through hooded eyes. the feel of it pressing against his lips forces him to open his eyes and he looks up, unable to keep himself from grinning when he sees the splotches of red that color niall's skin, the sparkle in his eye that says he's up to no good and the way he's smiling down at him like he absolutely adores him. it's like a punch right in the gut and he can't find the proper words to say so he doesn't, just parts his lips so he can take a hit. his eyes close again despite his best efforts to keep them
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they kiss for a while, slow and lazy like they are figuring each other out, learning the inside of each other's mouths with each trace of their tongue. a moan rumbles from niall's throat and into his mouth and that's it, that's all zayn can take before he wants and wants, wants more and he's going to take it. he rucks up niall's shirt with his hand, fingers spread as the move over his skin, exploring places they've never really been before, not like this. he pads his thumb over his nipple, smirking when the other's head tilts back and he lets out a little whimper. he teases him a bit, brushing against the tiny nub before rolling it between his fingers before he moves on, hand sliding down his body to trail along his hip bones
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Thank you, thank you anon. This was so great. :3 -S
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