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Harry can see snowflakes caught on Zayn's eyelashes. It's really unfairly ridiculous how pretty Zayn is. Sometimes, he thinks he's used to the way Zayn looks, then he goes and steals Harry's breath from his lungs with just the quirk of a smile, and it's like looking at him anew.
"I can't believe you get to be an angel and I'm stuck being an elf. I mean I get that I'm shorter than you but I feel like the boss did this on purpose." Zayn says as they take off their scarfs and gloves in their changing room.
Harry just smiles fondly and shrugs "Well maybe he has a thing against short people?" He says teasingly. "Wait, what's the first thing elves learn in school?"
Zayn smiles brightly and he goes over to Harry. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriends neck, Zayn hummed thoughtfully and pouts as if saying he gives up. Harry just smiles and lightly kisses Zayn's pouty lips. "The "elf"-abet," Harry says as he kissed Zayn's nose before pulling back and starting to get changed. Zayn giggles a bit, and starts to get changed as well.
They both get out of the changing room together, and they walked down the hallways holding hands.
Oh! And how's Chris? Safaa's boyfriend?" Harry asks casually, finger skimming idly over the silky part of the angle costume.
It's a loaded question that almost always prefaces his usual your sister's boyfriend is awesome, I don't understand what your deal is rants.
With that in mind, Zayn's answer isn't particularly cordial. "Still her boyfriend."
"That's great."
Zayn shakes his head with a laugh. "You know, Haz, I'm starting to get the feeling you aren't on my side about this whole thing."
"On your side? What side babe?" He says smiling innocently. "I'll I'm saying is that it was kind of unnecessary for you to flip out about him for calling her bae."
He snorts. "Chris thinks holding hands in public isn't excessive pda. My dad might actually have an aneurism if thy kissed again."
"Your dad loves him, and we just held hands on our way down here...I just wish you'd lay off on the guy. He is just-"
"-Here we go again," he mutters, eyes rolling. "Harry I have my reasons. He's just so - "
"What? Smart? Sweet? Successful?" He ticks each trait off on his fingers and holds them up to Zayn. "The ever so important Three S's."
"I don't think that's an actual thing." he reaches over and raises his pinky. "And it's four. You forgot safe."
"Oh yes, the dreaded safe word." He pauses, grimacing. "I'd like to rephrase that."
Harry exhales loudly, exasperated. "It's not like safety is a bad thing." She bends forward again and pats his cheek. "But there needs to be a balance. What's the fun of having a relationship without at least a little passion. You're killing their intimacy. Like how'd you feel if Gemma did that to me and you. Or Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Heathcliff and Catherine."
"You do realize you just compared my baby sisters relationship with the most arguably unhealthy relationships in literary history, right?" he remarks from behind his massive costume elf glasses.
"I think you're missing the point."
"And I think you're gonna owe me a nice long blow-"
"Excuse me, but my child would like to talk to Santa, and you are suppose to direct him." A lady with blonde Hair that's bummed up tightly with no strands sticking bout said. She stared at the two with a slight disapproving glare, and harry rolls his eyes a bit and nudges Zayn to start then.
They both stare at the boy that looks way too shy to have came out of this women's womb. He hides behind his mother, using her as a shield between him and the strangers. He holds a toy truck close to his chest, and Zayn kneels and offers a small smile. They start the cheery introduction before they are both singing a bit and then leading the toddler to the big guy.
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After stumbling into the dressing room, with soft giggles and untouched erections in their costumes. The two got naked in record time before Harry lunged forward wrapping one hand around the base of Zayn's cock, and fit his mouth around the head and started sucking.
Zayn nearly choked with how good it felt. It had been a long fucking time, and the sight of Harry's pretty red lips stretched around his cock, sliding down to meet his hand wrapped at the base, was even better than Zayn had imagined. He dropped his head back against the wall and groaned, a sound that apparently encouraged Harry to try and take him deeper. It felt like heaven, slick and sloppy, with the barest scrape of teeth that sent electricity up Zayn's spine and had him arching forward for more.
He trailed his fingers through Harry's curly locks, rested his hand on the back of Zayn's head. Harry moaned around his cock, but didn't stop moving. Harry ran his tongue around the head and over the slit, the wet movement making Zayn's balls draw up and his toes curl—he was so fucking close—and then he found the spot underneath the head that made Zayn see stars. He barely had a chance to choke out "Harry" before he was coming, Harry swallowing it easily, practically milking him for more. Zayn grabbed for something to hang on to, but all he had was the wall and Harry's hair.
Harry's free hand moved to rest over Zayn's, pressing it more firmly into Harry's hair, and those green eyes looked up at Zayn smugly.
"Harry...Zayn?! Are you two alright in there?" A female voice asked from the other side of the door.
Zayn blushes, and Harry just holds his fist to his lips to stop his laugh. Zayn smacks his silly boyfriend across the chest before clearing his throat and answering. "Yeah! I just...Harry stubbed his toe then e tripped and fell on me, so...yeah..."
"Oh..." she says obviously not believing a word they said, "Well...hurry up. We're all headed out now."
When they hear footsteps pass by. Harry finally lets go and laughs out loud. His laughing was like ripples in a still pond after a stone has been thrown in. It radiated outwards through the packed hall of people who had up until that moment been quite silent. Now they too began to titter and soon the ripples of laughter became the main sound to be heard. Well for Zayn at least.
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"Why does't Santa have any kids?"
"Is this really an appropriate time to be having this conversation after sex Harold?"
"Answer the question Zayn."
Said lad rolls his eyes and just nuzzles more into Harry's chest. His fingers lightly tracing invisible patters on Harry's stomach. "Why doesn't he have kids babe?"
"Cause he only comes once a year."
Zayn's giggle rolled about the room like a child's spinning top, vibrant and heart warming. The giggle seemed to disappear for a while only to build up and break to the surface once more. He knew it wasn't manly to giggle but he couldn't help it. As he had put it before, Harry's jokes are so bad they are funny. His stomach growled and Zayn squirmed in arry's hold to try to silence the rumbling. The raven lad glanced at the clock; there was only a few minutes until ten at night, and maybe they were to busy testing out the new tempurpedic mattress to actually eat anything. "You should cook for me."
"Was that a statement or a question?"
"It was your boyfriend is going to starve to death if you don't feed him soon." Zayn says tapping his fingertip on Harry's nose. "But truthfully it was kind of both. Your cooking is just so amazing because you are amazing and you love me like I love your orange chicken and fried rice.”
“Aren’t you supposed to say that I love you like you love me?”
Zayn blinks, unsure of where Harry is going with this question. “My love of quality food is eternal. What the hell is wrong with you?"
“I’m pretty sure I should be asking you that.”
Zayn rolls his eyes and sticks his bottom lip out with his big brown eyes go wide and all doe like. "Please..."
Harry looks at Zayn with his eyebrows scrunched together. Zayn still does his ridiculously good puppy dog expression, and Harry quickly ends up giving in. Letting out an annoyed groan, but the lie gave away when the corners of his lips twitched in clear amusement. So that's how he ended up half naked in the kitchen, cooking dinner for himself and his odd boyfriend, while absent mindedly humming the tune to Jingle Bells.