"Zack, please." The man begged. Zayn scoffed at the fact that he’d gotten his name wrong yet again.
"My name’s Zayn." He said sharply, not saying anything else afterwards as he leaned down, quickly digging his teeth into the exposed flesh of the other man’s neck. The corner of his lip curled up into a smile as he heard a low moan escape the man’s parted lips, his head tilting back, body going slightly limp as it fell back against the tiled wall behind him. Zayn then began to suck on the area of skin he’d previously been nibbling on, clearly with the intention of leaving a mark, not caring about who may end up seeing it.
Niall’s breath hitched as the pair of plump, glossed up lips were pressed against his own. He was surprised that this assistant, one whom he’d just met mere minutes ago, was already being so … affectionate with him, when he barely even knew her name. Something with a V, right? Valerie? Victoria?
As she took dominance of the kiss, tugging tightly on Niall’s collar, her hands then moving downward to reach for the buttons of the blond boy’s top, her tongue slipping into his mouth, the pop star finally remembered her name. Veronica. Once he figured out her name, she was able to successfully unbutton his top, her cool, soft hands gently running across his bare skin. He pulled back from the kiss, his head falling back as a moan escaped his parted lips, the girl grinning in satisfaction at the sound, quick to lean forward, digging her teeth into the exposed flesh of Niall’s neck. As the blond let out another loud moan, his thoughts went back to Zayn, thinking that Veronica reminded him a lot of his bandmate, since they both had the same dark hair and tan skin, and the way they both seemed to love having their way with the blue-eyed blond.
