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Stoned with Harry's lips wrapped around his cock, sprawled across his bed in their shared flat. That's how Zayn liked to spend his sunday's. Most of the time they were both too hungover or tired to full on fuck so this had become the usual. Zayn let out a low moan and bucked his hips hard so that his cock hit the back of Harry's thoat earning a suprised groan from the lad, Harry stretched his mouth even wider wanting to fit as much of Zayn in as a possible, spit dripping down his chin, a stark contrast to the innocent glow in his eyes as he looked up at Zayn through his eyelashes. The look of innocence Harry had alone was nearly enough to bring him to the edge. Fuck Harry was hot. ''I love fucking your mouth so- ugh much Haz,fuck y-your so good for me. So so good for m-me baby'' Zayn gasped in between throaty moans, heat rising in his stomach.Harry whined around him in response pulling off with a pornographic 'pop' and continuing to lick up and down his shaft, Zayns cock thick and heavy leaking with pre-come in his hand.''Mmmh so thick ,Z, you taste so good'' Harry moaned,his voice hoarse. Harry himself was so incredibly turned on, as he always was around Zayn. His hard cock was an angry red, untouched and leaking. He reached down with his free hand to stroke his member, his moans going straight to Zayn's wet cock.This was enough to make Zayn cum, spurting hot stripes over Harry's hand and face, moaning loud and deep as he shook, praising Harry while he slowly came down from his high,Harry swallowed him down in pleasure.''Cum for me Harry" Zayn whispered his voice grough, Harry came almost immediately an explicit moan escaping his mouth as he shot his load over Zayn's stomach, he collapsed onto Zayn who was still breathing heavy from his orgasm. ''Fuck.'' Harry gasped his eyes drifting, not caring about the mess they'd made.They both then fell asleep, limbs wrapped around one another feeling sated and rather fucked out. ~ Zayn woke up reluctantly to sunlight blaring into his room. He was alone and cold with an unpleasnt stickyness across his body, he stretched and yawned cracking his back and felt a smile slowly creep across his face as he thought about what he and Harry had got up to the day befor- ''FUUCK!'' He shouted falling out of bed. It was Monday. It was 11:36 and he was late. Harry the fucker. Why had'nt he woke me up? He'd already missed two of his lectures. Fucking great. To be honest he really did'nt give a fuck about school or anything really but he'd missed way too much already, too high to turn up. Feeling pissed he threw on yesterday's skinnies and shirt off the floor. Not having time for a shower he legged it out of the flat.