"Haz..this is beautiful"

Zayn said staring at the stunning sea views of their sea side luxury suite. They were both in their boxers, it was warm and they've just had a shower to cool off.

It was March twenty fifth, their supposed wedding day, Harry booked them a lovely Caribbean holiday, what Zayn wanted, sun, sea and maybe sex. Marriage hasn't been consummated yet but Harry was not impatient or even complaining, Zayn wasn't ready. For nearly a month after the miscarriage, Zayn would wake up crying, he was having nightmares. Nick suggested a therapist, Zayn need to grieve and acknowledge what happened. Zayn thought by getting married, he would instantly be happy but that was shortlived. The first month of marriage is supposed to be your honeymoon phase, but not for Zayn and Harry. They were hard times, where Harry would cry privately as Zayn refused to eat, losing weight. His depression had resurfaced and he refused medication, but agreed to see a therapist. Harry went along, through good times and bad times, he had vowed. Zayn was angry at himself for not being careful when they were at the skiing resort, he had created lots of what if's in his mind and was finding it hard to forgive himself. They fought, had their first fight that never quite make it to the book of Harry's firsts. But Harry never back down, he bit his tongue when Zayn lashed out and was there for him. Baby Yazz was Zayn's outlet for grief. Harry would wake Zayn up the usual way, having Yazz leaving sloppy kisses all over his face. Zayn would smile, giggling away as baby Yazz tried to kiss him on the mouth.

"You're beautiful, baby" Harry said hugging him from behind, fingers intertwined, as they looked out of window, there was nice a sea breeze, refreshing.

"You're such a sap.."

"Well it is true, you're gorgeous, baby"

"Thanks babe. You are dashingly handsome yourself" Zayn moaned as Harry kissed the back of his neck. Harry's hair was still wet from the shower and Zayn could feel it tickling his neck.

"And funny, very funny..I know you love my jokes, baby...you're just being modest, that's okay, I don't mind.."

"No. I hate your jokes, you're not even funny....Harreh!!!" Zayn was laughing trying to get away from Harry, but he wrapped his arms around his waist lifting him up. Harry walked them to the bed and threw Zayn gently on the bed, climbing on top of him.

"You love my jokes.."

"Yes, I do.."

"Yes you did Mr Styles" Harry said kissing him slowly, not demanding, just a tender kiss.

"Haz.."

"Yeah.."

"Make love to me.."

"As you wish Mr Styles." Harry kissed him then desperate, he became so hard so fast. He layed on top of him just kissing and licking inside Zayn's mouth, Zayn moaned bucking his hips up and hands digging on Harry's waist rubbing their crotches together. They were both hard, Harry achingly so. It's been so long since they've done this.

"Stop baby..I'm gonna cum.." Harry moaned breathing hard on Zayn's neck,

"You can cum in my mouth, daddy"

"Shit..Zee." Harry squeezed the base of his dick to stop himself cumming like a schoolboy. Zayn flipped them over, taking Harry's tight boxers off, he licked his mouth watching Harry's dick bounced against his belly.

"You better do something baby before I lose a nut.." Zayn chuckled kissing the precome on Harry's tip. He wet his lips taking all of Harry in his mouth, Harry moaned out so loud feeling Zayn's warm wet mouth. Zayn sucked him harshly, cheeks hollow, Harry was so close and Zayn wanted to get him there. It didn't even take a minute and Harry was cumming babbling "I love you" as he offloaded nearly two months of sexual frustration. Harry layed breathing heavily mouth open, his eyes closed as Zayn finished him off, he was getting sensitive but he was enjoying the pain and the pleasure at the same time.

"Give me a minute baby.."

"Can I ride you? I've opened myself on the plane..?"

Harry looked at him confused, "On the plane..how? I know we were in first class but there were people around, Zee.." Harry's voice came out deep and raspy, turning Zayn on even more.

"Here's how.." Zayn took Harry's hand till he was touching his rim.

"A..buttplug..fuck, fuck...you've been wearing that while we were on the plane and I'm finding this now...Fuck Zayn I fucking love you. I wanna fuck you right now" Harry flipped Zayn on his stomach and gently pulled it out, "you're fucking wet already...shit.."

"I told you, I opened myself up for you, daddy.. Fuck me.."

Harry pushed three fingers in watched as they slide easily. Harry wanted to take it slowly, it is their first time making love as husbands, but,..fuck..

Zayn had a buttplug and he didn't know they would have been members of the high mile club, had he'd known. Harry had no control of his dick twitching,

"Are you ready baby.." Zayn nodded and positioned himself till he was on all fours, he gasped when he felt Harry pushing in. Shit he missed this, being stretched open,

"Move.." Zayn said grinding against him, "Don't go slow Haz, you know I like it rough babe. "

"Fuck.." Harry wish he could fuck Zayn against the wall..another time. He pushed Zayn against the mattress till he was hugging the pillow, his face buried in it, muffling his moans. Harry thrusts were quick but deep, with his hands tight on Zayn's hips, he was pulling him to meet his thrusts as he pushed. Zayn's legs were shaking, he was screaming on the pillow, Harry was relentless fucking him hard, hitting his prostate over and over. Harry snaked his hand around Zayn tugging at his dick in rhythm with his thrusts,

"Haz...I'm cumming..am cumming.." Zayn spilled all over the sheets, Harry sat him up on all fours pulling at Zayn's hair, Zayn moaned out so loud at the pain. Harry was chasing his orgasm, he was growling at Zayn fucking at him faster, Zayn trembled as he came a second time, Harry came sucking Zayn's neck when he clenched so tight on his dick. Harry continued thrusting feeling sweat dripping down his back. Shit.. he rolled off Zayn lying beside him, Zayn rolled on top of him, all sticky and wet but he didn't care. It is their filthy holiday away, child free and friend free, they can get as dirty as they want.

Zayn kissed him hungrily still high from his orgasm, Harry tangled their legs together, arms around Zayn holding on tightly and deepening the kiss. They break for a breath looking at each other with lust filled eyes. Harry had never loved anyone the way he loved Zayn right now.

"I fucking love you,.baby"

"I fucking love you too, Haz"

They kissed and kissed ending their dry spell and a month of turmoil of emotions. Even through their fights, Harry had wished to push Zayn against the wall and fuck him. Well, they have two weeks all by themselves, it's time for comeuppance.

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Thank you for the read and ride. This is my first Zarry fic and you all opened your hearts with warm and wonderful comments.

you are crazy and this is dedicated to you.

In words of the wonderful Zayn Malik, this is not the end, this is just the beginning of the Styles family...see you on the other side.

Love you all and be kind to one another.👄💗💗