all my senses come to life
i saw a few people demanding fics and fanart featuring zayn's new hair and i guess this is my contribution! basically niall visits zayn after the asian awards and really likes his haircut. it's also fluffy smut once again, what else is new lol
contains bottom!zayn and some rimming (my first time writing it ha)
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Niall lets himself in, sneakily putting in the security code and hushing through the gate first, then the door. He really hopes it’s late enough for there not to be any paps around anymore. It’s been even more of a pain getting to Zayn’s house unseen lately.
Zayn’s in the lounge, still wearing his shirt and the fancy blue pants of his suit, tie undone. He looks up at the blond with a lazy smile. “Been waiting for you.”
Niall crosses the room, sits down on Zayn’s lap without hesitance, straddling him. “Yeah?”
Zayn hums and slides his hands up Niall’s thighs until they come to a rest at his hips. “Missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday”, Niall chuckles, cupping Zayn’s jaw and letting his thumb stroke the light stubble on his cheek. “Missed you too, though.”
It’s been like this since Zayn left the band, they spend all the time they possibly can together but Niall still misses him whenever they’re apart. Maybe it’s because he knows Zayn won’t be there when they go back on tour in June. He even thought about cancelling his trip to the Masters but Zayn said he’d be crazy not to take that opportunity, and in the end he’s glad he went. It’s been an incredible experience.
Zayn tilts his face upwards and Niall leans down to kiss him softly. He places his other hand at the nape of Zayn’s neck while one of Zayn’s hands wanders under the shirt he’s wearing.
“You didn't tell me you wanted to cut your hair”, Niall mumbles against Zayn's lips, lifting one hand to run it across his boyfriend's new buzz cut. It feels surprisingly nice, a bit like Liam's used to but still different. Maybe that's just because it's Zayn though, because touching Liam has never ever felt like touching Zayn does.
“Surprise”, Zayn whispers and they both giggle, pulling apart enough to be able to breathe. “How was Eoghan’s party?”
“Fun, the lads were wild as usual”, Niall says, chuckling at the memory of Eoghan and Willie trying to prove they could take out Bressie. They ended up on the floor obviously, and Niall laughed so hard he almost choked on his pint. “Heard you had a pretty wild night yourself though.”
Zayn grins. “It was good, yeah.”
“I'm gonna need you to tell me every little detail tomorrow morning, but for now…is your mum staying here?”
“Yeah, she went to bed when we got home.”
“That means we can't stay here”, Niall muses and Zayn frowns.
“Why? What do you mean?”
“We can't stay in the living room”, Niall explains, leaning forward to kiss Zayn once. “Because I've got things planned.”
“Oh?” Zayn raises one eyebrow. “What kind of things?”
“Whatever you want”, Niall shrugs, trying to seem cool despite of the flush he can feel on his face. “The only plan was to make you feel good, to do whatever you want.”
Zayn's hands on his hips tighten and he presses he lips to Niall's throat before speaking again. “Anything?”
Niall shivers, digs his fingernails into the tendon at Zayn’s neck. “Anything you want.”
Zayn groans low and sucks a mark into the pale skin where Niall’s shoulder meets his neck. When he looks up at Niall again, his eyes are twinkling. “I’m not carrying you to the bedroom.”
Niall laughs and kisses him, short and sweet, before he gets up, pulling Zayn to his feet as well and wrapping an arm around his waist so they’re standing chest to chest for a moment. He leans in for another kiss and Zayn responds eagerly, running his hair through Niall’s hair and messing it up thoroughly. “I’m very proud of you”, he whispers when he pulls away and Zayn ducks his head and blushes cutely. Niall loves him.
“Mentioned you in my acceptance speech”, Zayn says quietly when he leads Niall to his bedroom, fingers entwined, and Niall’s heart jumps in his throat.
“Me?”
“All of you”, Zayn shakes his head, closing the door behind them. “I couldn’t really talk about you separately, and it’s true that I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for all four of you. Thought about you though.”
“That's enough for me”, Niall says and watches as Zayn sits down on the edge of the bed. He walks over and straddles him again, kisses him. “I love you, you know?”
“I know, but I like hearing it”, Zayn smiles. “Love you, too.”
They kiss again, and Niall can tell the mood has changed. They're tender and loving, even as he pushes Zayn onto his back, deepening the kiss and hovering over him. “What do you want?”
Zayn looks up at him, fingers tugging lightly on the hair at the back of Niall's head. “I want to go slow tonight”, he says quietly, nipping along Niall's jaw up to his ear. “Nothing fancy, just you taking your time prepping me and then fucking me.”
Niall groans quietly, brings his hips down once to meet Zayn's. “Okay, yeah, of course.” It's not like Zayn never bottoms, but he doesn't do it often either and something about the fact that he chose this out of literally everything he could've picked is incredibly hot.
Zayn tightens his fingers in his hair and pulls him closer, kissing him deeply and Niall goes easily, slotting one of his thighs between Zayn's and letting his hand settle on his lower back.
Soon, Zayn starts getting impatient, hips bucking up and fingers scrambling to get under Niall's shirt.
“Thought I was supposed to take my time”, Niall chuckles but sits up anyway, straddling Zayn's hips who whines again. Niall takes off his own shirt and flings it away, leaning down to loosen Zayn's tie and put it away more carefully.
He knee walks down the bed until he can untuck Zayn's shirt from his trousers, running his fingers along the waistband teasingly. “I really like this suit, have I told you?”
“No”, Zayn says, sounding strained. “Niall…”
“Hmm?” Niall hums inquiringly as if he doesn't know exactly what Zayn wants. He rucks Zayn's shirt up just enough to nose along the skin above his waistband, and Zayn groans again. He's at least half hard already and Niall takes pity, pulling down his fly mostly to make sure the suit isn't damaged. It is a nice one, he wasn't lying about that.
Once the fly’s open there's really no reason for Zayn to keep his trousers on so Niall pulls them down, even gets up to put them on the chair so they don't wrinkle. He takes the opportunity to shack his own skinny jeans before getting back on the bed from where Zayn is watching him.
He kisses him again, dragging his lips down Zayn's throat to his collarbone, pushing away the shirt so he can mouth along there.
Niall stops abruptly when his foot catches on Zayn's calf, pulling away to huff out a laugh. “We're still wearing socks.”
“Don't care”, Zayn says and Niall would be lying if he said he doesn't like the fact he can get Zayn like this so quickly, but there's no way they're having sex with their socks on. He tells Zayn as much and gets a breathy laugh in response. “Alright, okay, socks are a bit unsexy.”
“The plan is to make this as good as possible for you”, he explains while he takes off both of their socks, “and that's not gonna work with our socks on.”
“Get back up here then”, Zayn orders and Niall listens, kisses Zayn's knee before he lets Zayn pull him down on top of him.
They snog for a while, grinding slowly, and Niall kisses down Zayn's throat again. When he reaches Zayn's collar this time he starts unbuttoning the white shirt, kissing the skin he reveals with every button he pops open. He stops at the waistband of Zayn's boxer briefs, pressing a kiss to the heart tattooed on his hip, before helping Zayn take off the shirt and returning to his former position.
He kisses Zayn again and grinds down pointedly, groaning at the friction through just their boxers. Zayn's hands are on his arse, guiding him and Niall goes with it. This is about giving Zayn what he wants, after all. His own hands are busy caressing every part of Zayn's body he can reach, his arms, chest, hips – and often his head, as Niall finds himself reaching up again and again, feeling the rasp of Zayn's short hair against his palm, scratching his scalp. It feels really good.
Eventually though he gets frustrated with the cotton still separating them and slides down Zayn's body again, kissing his chest and hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his pants. He pulls them down, takes off his own boxers as well and starts kissing up the insides of Zayn's thighs. Zayn keens high in his throat and Niall smirks against his skin, continuing his ministrations until he reaches Zayn's cock, fully hard and nicely flushed. He's almost embarrassed by how his mouth waters before he takes the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Zayn's hand flies up to Niall’s head, grabbing a handful of his hair when Niall takes him deeper. When Zayn pulls, Niall hums around his cock, bobbing his head enthusiastically.
When he pulls off, Zayn is breathing heavily and flushed all the way to his chest. Niall knows he probably looks even more debauched, it's always like this with Zayn: he can look fucked out or turned on, but first and foremost he still looks beautiful.
Niall presses a kiss to his hip, then taps it lightly. “Come on, turn over.”
Zayn's eyes widen and he nearly knees Niall in the stomach in his haste to turn on his belly. Chuckling, Niall retrieves lube and a condom from the bedside drawer and turns back to Zayn. He presses a soft kiss to one shoulder blade and traces the bumps of Zayn's spine, watching goosebumps erupt wherever his fingers touch. Another kiss, this time to one butt cheek, and then he presses a dry thumb against Zayn's rim. Zayn gasps and pushes back against it.
“Shh”, Niall makes and kisses just above where his thumb is resting. He retracts his finger but leaves his mouth there, flicking his tongue out to lick along Zayn's taint. Zayn makes another noise and Niall kitten licks his rim before he points his tongue and dips it in.
Zayn rolls his hips, trying to simultaneously get some friction on his cock and fuck himself back on Niall's tongue and Niall puts a hand on his hip to steady him, tries to lick deeper. Slowly, he pushes one finger in alongside his tongue, listens to Zayn's moans getting louder.
“Ni”, Zayn gasps. “Ni, wait.” Niall stops, pulls away slowly. “Gonna come if you continue this, but I want you to fuck me.”
Niall nods, kisses the dip in his lower back. “Just my fingers then?”
Zayn turns on his back again and Niall just stares for a minute, until Zayn nudges him with his foot, smirking a little. “Stop staring and touch me instead.”
Niall laughs and pops open the bottle of lube, coating his fingers before nudging two of them against Zayn’s rim. “Can you take two already?”
“Yeah”, Zayn hisses, rolling his hips impatiently. “Come on, I’m ready.”
Niall pushes in and Zayn throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows a moan. Niall could probably get off like this, watching the expressions Zayn makes, the way his hands scrabble to find something to hold on to, how the muscles in his stomach contract. How his cock jerks when Niall finds his prostate.
He kisses Zayn’s thigh and adds another finger, scissoring them and nudging that spot inside Zayn that makes him get that much louder.
When he pulls his hand back, Zayn looks up at him. His face is flushed and sweaty and Niall thinks that usually, his hair would be sticking to his forehead by now, but he kind of really likes this view too. Zayn steadies himself on his elbows, breathing hard. “Let me blow you.”
Niall’s breath hitches. “Zayn…this is supposed to be about you, not me –“
“I like sucking your dick”, Zayn interrupts him. “Besides, I need a break before I get fucked or I’ll nut off the second you’re in me.”
Niall laughs a little breathlessly and sits back on his heels. He likes it when Zayn’s being brash, and he definitely likes Zayn’s mouth on him, so he’s pretty defenceless when Zayn manhandles him so he’s leaning against the headboard with Zayn kneeling between his legs. It’s a lovely view.
Zayn isn’t shy about it at all, swallows him right down, and Niall nearly chokes. “Slow down, baby”, he croaks, sliding his hand across Zayn’s buzz cut. Normally he’d grab a handful to signal when it’s getting too much, but he’ll have to make do without for now.
Zayn keeps going enthusiastically, alternating between kitten licks at the head and little jerks of is hand and taking as much of Niall as possible, and Niall hasn’t taken his hand from Zayn’s head. There’s nothing to hold on to but the slide of the short hair against his palm while Zayn’s head keeps bobbing up and down does something for him.
“Zayn”, he groans. “You gotta stop if you actually want to get to the fucking part tonight.”
Zayn pulls of his cock with a wet sound and looks up at Niall, licking his lips so obscenely Niall can’t bite his lip hard enough to keep the moan in. He drags Zayn onto his lap and licks into his mouth greedily, tasting himself. Zayn’s hands are in his hair again and he rolls his hips against Niall’s, their cocks rubbing together in delicious friction.
“Can’t pull your hair anymore when you suck my dick”, Niall mumbles and Zayn tugs on his in response. Niall places both of his hands on Zayn's arse, lets one finger graze his rim and bites at Zayn's lip when it goes slack at the intrusion. He flips them over and kisses Zayn again. “You drive me crazy”, he murmurs.
“Love you so much”, Zayn says in response and wraps his legs around Niall's hips. The new angle makes Niall's dick catch at Zayn's rim and both of them gasp into each other's mouths. “Please, Niall.”
Niall is too far gone to keep teasing, so he pulls back enough to lube up, lifting Zayn's hips off the bed with gentle pressure against his lower back. Zayn grips his shoulders when Niall pushes in slowly, keeping their eyes locked.
He smiles when Niall bottoms out, sliding one hand down Niall's chest to flick one of his nipples. “Move.“
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“I like the hair.” Niall says it quietly afterwards, when they're under the sheets, Zayn's head resting on his chest.
Zayn chuckles. “Even if you don’t have anything to pull on?”
Niall lifts a hand and slides it along the top of Zayn's head. “I like how it tickles. Plus, I've always said you could pull off every hairstyle, including baldness, and this is the closest you've gotten. So basically, you've proven me right.”
Zayn is quiet for a while, but his hand keeps stroking up and down Niall's side. Niall watches him, takes in the shadows his eyelashes cast on his face in the little light they'd made, the soft tilt to his mouth, the way he already looks so much more relaxed.
With a happy little sigh, Zayn suddenly turns his head and presses a kiss to Niall's right pec. “I'm glad you came tonight.”
Niall can't help but snort a little at the innuendo, even worse with how sticky their skin is where they're pressed together, but his hold on Zayn tightens. “Had to tell you how proud I am, didn't I? Make sure you haven't forgotten me after meeting all of those famous people.”
Zayn laughs a little, turns around so his chin is resting on Niall’s collarbone and he can press a kiss to his chin. “I’d never forget you. Met SRK today, but look who’s in my bed anyway.”
“I feel like that’s a big compliment”, Niall grins, sliding down the bed so they’re face to face.
“The biggest”, Zayn nods and kisses him.
Immediately, Niall’s hand goes to Zayn’s head again, stroking the short hair there, fingernails scratching lightly. Zayn breaks away, laughing breathlessly, and presses a series of short pecks to Niall’s mouth. “You really like the hair, don’t you?”
Niall grins, brushes his thumb across a little swirl over Zayn’s forehead. “Have I ever not loved a haircut you’ve had? The long hair was good for pulling, this one is great for stroking. The topknot was a good mixture of both. I like the surprise effect of this one, great choice for your first official public appearance. Also good for nearly giving me a heart attack right before I left for Eoghan’s birthday.”
“Sorry about that”, Zayn laughs and Niall thinks back to the selfie he’d gotten from the car to the Asian Awards, Zayn and his mum all dressed up – and Zayn’s new hair. “I wish you could’ve come with me tonight.”
“I’d have looked ridiculous”, Niall says, shaking his head. “Pale as fuck. I bet Trisha loved it, she’s so happy whenever you take her to things.”
“I’ll take you both next time”, Zayn shrugs and jostles them both with it, making Niall realise they’ve somehow gravitated towards each other even more again, ended up all tangled up.
He smiles, kisses Zayn softly. “Okay.”
