On Zayn-Centric OT5 nights, Liam's bandanna shield his sight from the world along with his inhibitions, enhancing his senses so he gets an extra kick at the feeling of Harry's numerous pieces of head wear restraining the movement of his wrists as he lays spread out on the bed. His knees get folded in the front, clever tongue licking his hole, spreading fire to his limbs. Harry and Louis fight for dominance and turns to suck his dick, alternating between short licks and long stripes, bumping noses every once in a while. The hand toying with his nipples is Harry's, he can tell by the rings that won't cool down no matter how many times those fingers play with the bud. Niall is on his mouth, sucking out all oxygen and proper train of thought, one hand curled around his jaw and the other skimming around, dancing between navel and ribs, covering all area of skin available and curling his fingers around Zayn's dick to deliver a couple of tugs every once in a while, chuckling at Harry and Louis' whines of complaint.
That's how he usually comes, the first time.
Then it's all shuffles of bodies, sounds of tongues dancing around and groans being dragged out, before they all cuddle up in a pile on top of him, waiting for recovery, and that's when the blindfold comes out and he gets the honor to see them all in action, Harry and Louis playing with his neck and chest as Niall stands in the front in all fours, sucking his dick like his life depends on it, Liam's looming figure touching himself right behind.
And it all starts because they're drunk, plastered and high with adrenaline and something else, good weed Harry found somewhere; because Birthday Cake had started playing and he was drunk enough to not care to make an ass of himself by dancing lamely to it.
It all starts because he really likes that fucking song.
