!!WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS X RATED SCENES!!
Damian's breath hitched again, louder this time, and the sound seemed to snap something in Zayn.
He kissed Damian harder, mouth opening, tongue sliding in with slow, deliberate hunger. Damian met him halfway, a small whimper escaping as their tongues touched. Zayn's hand on Damian's waist tightened, fingers digging into soft fabric over bruised skin, careful not to press too hard. The other hand slid from Damian's cheek to the back of his neck, cradling, tilting his head just right so Zayn could kiss him deeper, like he was memorizing every inch of Damian's mouth.
Damian's knees buckled slightly. Zayn caught him, arm banding around his back, lifting just enough to walk him backward into the bedroom without breaking the kiss. The door clicked shut behind them. Zayn pressed Damian gently against it, bodies flush, heat bleeding through thin layers of cotton.
