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Their lips moved in sync, slow and deliberate. Then Alex, still kissing him, carefully guided Zayn back until his body met the softness of the bed. Zayn's breath hitched. Butterflies swirled in his stomach as he lay back, looking up at the man he loved.

Alex paused for a moment, eyes locked with his.

“Is it okay?” he asked, his voice deep but tender.

Zayn's cheeks flushed, and he gave a small nod. How could he say no? It had been two whole months since their wedding, and in all this time, Alex had never tried to initiate anything.

Alex had waited, unsure of what zayn felt, silently hoping he’d one day close the space between them. And now, that day had finally come.

Zayn nodded again, more confidently this time.

Alex smiled softly, kissed him once more, and then slowly pulled back to sit up. In one smooth motion, he tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside. Zayn stared at him, feeling heat crawl up his neck.

Alex bent down again and, with just one hand, slid Zayn’s hoodie off his shoulders, revealing his slender frame beneath. Zayn shivered, but not from the cold.

“Ar...Ari,” Zayn mumbled between kisses, trying to speak even though Alex’s lips hadn’t left his skin for a second.

Alex chuckled lightly. “He’s with Mom and Dad,” he whispered against Zayn’s neck, lips trailing warm kisses down to his collarbone.

“Oh,” Zayn whispered, heart still pounding, nerves and excitement tangled up inside him.

Alex’s lips found the curve of his neck again, kissing gently, and Zayn let out a soft sound, his hand moving to Alex’s waist instinctively. It was clumsy, new, but it felt right.

They were just beginning to lose themselves in each other when the door creaked open.

“Alex, Ari was aski.”

The voice stopped mid-sentence.

Alex instantly shot up from the bed, scrambling to cover himself. Zayn, frozen in place for half a second, dove under the blanket in a panic.

Alex’s mother stood at the door, eyes wide, holding Ari's little hand in hers. She blinked once. Then twice. Her lips twitched as she backed out of the room.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, already stepping out.

“M-Mom! You need to knock on the door.” Alex groaned, rubbing a hand over his face in disbelief.

“I said I’m sorry!” she called back, closing the door quickly behind her. “You two can continue....come on, Ari, let’s leave them be.”

The door finally shut.

Dead silence.

Then Alex turned to look at Zayn, who was still curled under the blanket like a turtle hiding in its shell. They stared at each other for a beat, lips pressed tight, eyes wide…

And then they both burst out laughing.

Zayn’s cheeks were still burning, his head buried in the pillow, but he couldn’t stop laughing. “This is so embarrassing!” he squeaked.

Alex fell onto the bed beside him, his body shaking with laughter. “Oh my God, I forgot to lock the door…”

Zayn gave him a dramatic look from under the blanket. “You think?!”

“I didn’t expect anyone to walk in!”

“She saw us!” Zayn wailed and buried himself deeper into the blanket, hiding his red face.

Alex leaned over him, gently pulling the blanket down. “Why are you hiding now? She already saw us.”

“Shut up!” Zayn smacked his chest lightly. “This is your fault!”

“Hey! You could’ve locked the door too.”

“I thought you would!”

They were arguing in whispers, giggling like teenagers caught sneaking out. The tension from earlier slowly dissolved into something lighter, something playful. Something even more intimate.

Alex leaned in again, resting his forehead against Zayn’s. “You’re really cute when you’re mad,” he murmured.

Zayn rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “Stop trying to flatter me.”

“Who said I’m trying?” Alex whispered. He kissed Zayn’s nose gently, then his cheek, then his lips. “Now, where were we?”

Zayn’s eyes narrowed teasingly. “You tell me.”

Alex smirked and hovered over him again. “Should we continue or… drop this?”

Zayn didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he grabbed Alex by the arm, flipped him gently onto his back, and climbed over him. His eyes glinted with playful challenge as he straddled him. Alex’s breath hitched in surprise.

“Do me now,” Zayn whispered, voice low and sincere. “Please.”

That one word please left Alex breathless.

He reached up, cupping Zayn’s cheek, eyes filled with warmth and reverence. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Their lips met again, but this time it was hungrier, deeper. There was no rush just emotion, connection, heat. Alex’s hands roamed Zayn’s body carefully, respectfully, memorizing every curve, every shiver. Zayn gasped softly as Alex trailed kisses down his chest, his fingers intertwining with his.

“I want to make you feel loved,” Alex said, barely above a whisper.

Zayn’s throat tightened. “Then don’t stop.”

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