It’s cute that you think I wouldn’t do anything for you. (Even months later I’m so sorry I’m the worst y’all)

Also, apparently all ya gotta do to get me to write something (slightly) porny is get me tipsy. Who knew 🤷🏻‍♀️ That being said, please forgive me if this makes zeros sense I’m almost finished with my second bottle of wine ahakshjk.

165. “Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

191. “Behave.”

The problem wasn’t the way Liam was touching him. No, that wasn’t the problem at all.

The problem was they were in public. The problem was that Liam knew exactly what got Zayn going, and he was absolutely shameless about it. The problem was that Liam took his knowledge and used it to his advantage, no matter where they were.

The problem was Liam liked to touch Zayn—excessively, intimately—in public. Because he was an absolute tease. And, as much as Zayn hated to admit it, he enjoyed the thrill that ran through him, the adrenaline that rushed through his veins at Liam’s more intimate touches while they were in a crowded room—while they were surrounded by people with prying eyes and nosy mindsets, people who were dying to get any kind of gossip, any kind of blackmail on them.

It was surprisingly erotic, and Zayn wasn’t sure how he felt about knowing this about himself.

“Liam,” Zayn scolded, taking a slight step away as Liam’s hand made a path down his side, fingers slipping into the back of his slacks, underneath his jacket so it went unnoticed by prying eyes.

“Yes, dear?” Liam murmured, his lips brushing against The shell of Zayn’s ear. A shiver racked its way down Zayn’s spine at the whisper, at the ways Liam’s determined fingers weren’t detered by Zayn’s slight step away.

If Zayn was being honest with himself, he didn’t really want to escape. Liams fingers were as talented as ever, tracing along his pant-line, skirting around to the front before dipping below, his talented fingers skimming, skimming, skimming until—

“Liam, behave,” Zayn bit out, his voice more breathless than he would’ve liked. Liam, in response, stepped in front of Zayn, effectively blocking his teasing fingers from the view of prying eyes.

“Hmm?” Liam hummed, nosing his way along Zayn’s throat as his hand finally reached its intended destination, the fingers curling around Zayn’s half hard cock and causing an abortive moan to slip out of Zayn’s throat. “Don’t you like the way I touch you, Zayn?” Liam husked.

Zayn didn’t answer, just closed his eyes and fisted his hands into the lapels of Liams jacket as another shiver ran through his body.

“Answer me,” Liam demanded, his tone all command, and Zayn couldn’t stop his moan if he tried. “Do you like it when I touch you like that? Like it when my touch has you breaking apart in front of this room full of people?” His grip tightened, causing a gasp to fight its way up Zayns throat. He bit into his bottom lip, desperate to keep any noises swallowed down.

It was only kind of working.

“Liam, please,” Zayn gasped out, more than a little desperate at the teasing strokes Liam was giving him. He couldn’t lose his composure, not in this room full of people, but the grip he had on the last of his dignity was slowly slipping away.

If Liam didn’t give give him what he so desperately needed soon, Zayn was more than ready to start making a fool of himself—room full of crowded people be damned.

“Shhh,” Liam murmured, his hand slipping free of Zayn’s pants, much to his disappointment. “I’ve got you, baby. Gonna take real good care of you.”

Zayn let out a plantative whine, his fists only tightening their grip. “Liam,” he gasped, the only word he was capable of at this point, too worked up and overwhelmed to even try and think of another word.

“I’ve got you,” Liam murmured, tucking Zayn into his side and quickly ushering them to the door without saying their goodbyes. “I know what you need, sweetheart. You’ve been so good, don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you, love.”