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*** — Bailando–Enrique Iglesias ft. Descemer Bueno & Gente De Zona.

This is the song in the media above, and the song Liam plays in the room.

Seriously, PLAY this song when you see the 3 *'s (***). It gives so much atmosphere 😛

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The Emir and Liam are greeted with safety blankets as soon as the flight touches down.

A couple of bulky men rush past them into the flight and Imtiaz is yelling frantic instructions in Urdu.

A bunch of reporters gather round them, shooting questions at breakneck speed as they walk down the ramp. Liam brings an arm up to shield his face while Zayn wraps an arm round his waist, guiding him through the mob.

'Emir Saahib is everything okay?'

'Hamaare patrakaar ke hisaab se goli chhale flight par?*'

'Emir saahib! According to anonymous sources your fiancé Liam is having an affair. What's your say on this?'

Zayn snaps at that one and turns round, barking out, 'Who asked that?'

A brazen reporter comes forward, holding out his mic, 'Ji humne**'

The Emir furrows his eyebrows and pulls a confused Liam to his side as dozens of camera men focus on him.

'Ji nahi' the Emir barks out, frowning, 'Liam is not romantically involved with anyone except me'

He turns to Liam with a blank expression, 'Isn't that right, jaaneman?'

Cameras flash crazily and reporters rapidly babble in Urdu and Arabic and Hindi and English around them, but their world goes still.

Liam nods slowly, a flash of guilt in his coffee brown eyes.

Zayn ignores him.

They stop to answer a few more questions before eventually getting to the car waiting for them.

Imtiaz opens the door for Liam and the Emir and Liam mutters his shukriya as he climbs in to the backseat.

Zayn's too busy staring at Liam's ass to care for manners and pleasantries.

He wants to touch it so badly — it's so fucking perky.

He reaches forward and grabs a handful without thinking.

Fuck it's so fleshy and round—

Liam stops and sighs softly, and everything goes quiet.

Then more camera flashes.

The Emir flushes furiously and pulls away his hands, 'Um s-sorry I was going to fall forwar–'

'Zayn—' Liam cuts him off in a soft voice as he sits down and smiles reassuringly at the Emir.

'I liked it' he continues, blushing as more cameras flash around them.

Zayn tries not to smile – he's meant to be angry at Liam for cheating on him.

But he's hard already.

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They get to the designated hotel without any more hiccups and Imtiaz quickly shows them their room before rushing out to the nearest telephone.

The Emir grabs Liam's hand and tours them round, shows Liam the bathroom, ("why is the shower so big?" Zayn sighed just as Liam gasped "so much better for shower sex")

the kitchen ("this kitchen is uselessly big! I can't even cook!" the Emir exclaimed and Liam hummed, "That's okay! I'll cook for myself and you get takeaway"), the lounge ("Um you can sleep here, Emir! Enjoy a few nights in the life of a commoner") and the private pool ("By the way I don't know how to swim" the Emir confessed and Liam shook his head, "You're pretty useless at being the Emir")

When they get to the bedroom, Zayn goes to show Liam the closets and cupboards, but looks back to see Liam isn't behind him.

'Liam?' he calls out, just as the opening notes of a subtle jazzy song*** play through the room speakers.

He turns around and bites his lip, finding Liam bent over enticingly as he adjusts the music player.

Fuck.

'Jaan' he hums, throat dry as he swallows, 'What are you doing?'

Liam turns around with an innocent, wide-eyed expression, 'Just uh, putting on some music?'

Zayn watches dumbfounded as Liam walks over slowly and grabs Zayn's hands, squeezing them in his own.

'Are we allowed to at least dance together before we're married?' Liam mutters, a hint of sarcasm in his tone as he eyes Zayn lips.

Zayn nods slowly and gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing dangerously in his throat.

Liam smiles and presses his lips to Zayn for a short second before clasping Zayn's hand in his own.

The music continues as Liam leans in to Zayn's ear and whispers, 'You do know Salsa, right?'

Before Zayn can reply, Liam's stepping back, forcing Zayn to step forward. He smirks at Zayn's bewildered expression.

'No' Zayn mumbles in reply to Liam's question.

Liam just grins, 'Follow me'

Yo te miro, se me corta la respiración

He watches as Liam carefully pulls up his other hand, and slowly brings it to his waist.

Cuando tu me miras se me sube el corazón

Liam places his own hand on the Emir's shoulder and bites his lip slowly.

Y en silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras

Liam jerks Zayn's arm up and twirls, hand behind his back.

La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el sol

Liam reaches forward and presses a lingering kiss to Zayn's lips, before pulling back again.

Bailando

Bailando

Bailando

Bailando

Liam pulls away from Zayn and jerks forward, unbuttoning the Emir's top robes quickly.

He pushes the velvety cloth to the floor and smirks up at Zayn before pulling him in to dance again.

Zayn however has other ideas.

He growls and pulls Liam in by the hips, kisses him yet again, nips at Liam's full bottom lip 'What do you want, baby?'

Liam moans softly and brings a hand up to Zayn's chest; rakes his nails down his bare skin.

'Fuck me–'

Zayn moves his lips to Liam's neck, peppers quick and fierce kisses down soft skin.

Liam arches his neck and moves his hand to Zayn's shoulder, moans as the Emir tongues at his neck.

Zayn pulls back and fists Liam's upper robes in his hand, watches victoriously as Liam's head falls to his shoulder.

He moves his fingers deftly to unbutton Liam's top, tries to ignore Liam persistently grinding his crotch against Zayn's thigh.

The older man's breath hitches as Liam's shirt falls off his broad shoulders.

He brings his hand to Liam's chest and skates his rough palm over a hard nipple.

Liam shudders and lets out a soft gasp.

Zayn walks them backwards, pushes Liam on to the bed before pulling back with a breathless smirk.

Liam looks up with wide lustful eyes, his bottoms tented so, so obviously as Zayn undoes the drawstring of his own bottoms, slowly and teasingly; a dirty smirk playing along his lips.

(Ya no puedo mas)

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Bit of a late update I'm sorry😓 But slight smut at the end ayye😉 omg yesterday was lit asf - all the taylor drama hahsshshsh😋 🐍🐍🐍

Translations:

*Hamaare patrakaar ke hisaab se goli chhale flight par – according to our writers (I.e. reporters and journalists) there were gunshots on the flight)

**ji humne – literally "yes I" but in this context it means "I asked it"

***– play the YouTube video in the media

Yo te miro, se me corta la respiración – (lyric from Bailando) means "When I see you I cannot breathe"

Cuando tu me miras se me sube el corazón (followed by me palpita lento el corazón) - when I see you my heart (beats slowly)

Y en silencio tu mirada dice mil palabras – and in the silence looking at you says a 1000 words

La noche en la que te suplico que no salga el sol – the night when I'm pleading to you that the sun doesn't rise.

Bailando – dancing.

⭐ Do you ever look at Zayn and Liam and think fUCK THERE GO MY CHANCES WITH ANY OF THEM THEYRE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER.