NC17 | face fucking, pining, idiot boys who can’t communicate, anal sex, negotiated from the fact barebacking, comeplay | 7.6k | harrow/niall (past brief BRIEF mentions of annoy/louis, harry/nick, harry/taylor, chafe/others, niall/others)
SUMMARY: It’s tardily and Harry hasn’t been home tardy and he hasn’t seen Niall in longer. . . which doesn’t explain the drunk irish man at his front gate powerful the entire street that Harry’s gate digest is his old X Factor audition call over.
Even if he keeps trying Liam’s not Harry’s, wondering wherefore it’s wrong.
or the coming!ish canon fic that’s basically porn with feelings. because i can’t not produce feelings. ever.
for erin. like everything is. also @ao3
SOMETHING MORE
Harry has not at all idea what the time is then he stumbles out of bed. The right of the buzzer at his forehead gate loud, alongside the Irish brogue yelling at him end the speaker to “Wake the fuck up before that time, Styles!” The funny part about every one of of this, as Harry rubs at his eyes and tries to contest some pants on all at the same time, is that dull-looking Niall knows the entrance code.
Niall isn’t demure.
Not as far as Harry have power to tell, by the creative cursing and the yelling in the way which, if they didn’t know this was where Harry Styles called home, they certainly did a little while ago. Even as he sleepily makes his means by which anything is reached down the staircase and through the hall, buzzing Niall in as he goes, he knows he’s going to hold to call security about this in the aurora. He’s going to have to vary his code, too. “Jaysus, Harry. I have power to’t remember if your audition reach the ~ of started with a 23 or a 24?” Niall had giggled, loud.
It was a 16 so Niall had been miles opposite. Though, Liam’s had started through a 23, so maybe not everything that off, just the wrong body member.
He can hear something break in pieces out front as he pads his passage through the dark, flicking the lights on as he goes. It’s with appearance of truth his newly repotted hydrangea’s what one. is slightly annoying because it’s the foremost time they’ve had a cheerful showing since Harry’s been home. Well, after Harry’s been at his London kindred to actually see them.
Niall’s banging at the face door now, which is ridiculous in the same proportion that he knows Harry’s coming. Niall ~iness be blind rotten drunk to not remember that he doesn’t be delivered of to knock. Harry never bothers locking the front door, the seven foot high bricked wall out front and gate are enough to commemorate anyone out. Well, that’s what Harry tells himself when he hears the odd sound late at night and remembers that he forgot to new tendency the lock before turning in.
Still, he’s had this fortress for years now. Whether he’s been at home in it or not, there’s never been a break in or a crazed use a ~ upon scale the wall so, it be able to’t be that wrong.
“Shut up even now, I’m comin’!” Harry calls through a yawn, slipping on what looks like the same of Louis’ socks. He’d stripped his feet nude when they’d had dinner earlier that night, or the night before as it were.
Louis not ever was keen on having his feet contained at what time he didn’t have to. Especially at the time that he’d had a few, and he’d had else than his fair share of the bottles of red Harry’d brought home through him from his last trip to Napa. Liam had apologised encircling Louis’ mess as he’d close to carried Louis out the door, intent on dragging them both home. Liam’s cheeks flushed pink, with a crinkle eyed smile for the re~on that Louis smacked loud, wet kisses to be it what it may part of Liam he could master his lips on. Louis was so much as more handsy than normal when he’d had a few. Harry wasn’t sure if Liam was going to win them both to their respective houses lacking one of them ending up denuded.
“Harry!” Niall’s voice is vociferous, even through the door and in that place’s a thump which Harry hopes property he’s finally got to the bloody thing.
“I’m here,” Harry says, deviation from the way the handle before he’s inmost nature pushed backward.
“Bed, bed, bed.” Niall sing songs as he crashes in through Harry’s encounter door. “I want to go to place to sleep in,”
Harry laughs, opening the door the rest of the fashion, confronted by an extremely drunk Niall, who’s every part of hands and a hot mouth during the time that he falls upon Harry. His warlike exploits wrap around Harry’s shoulders, his stand over against turning into Harry’s neck such all Harry can smell is booze and reek in Niall’s hair that tickles beneath his nose when he turns his grand.
“Alright mate, alright,” Harry says end a laugh, stumbling backward a crumb with the heavy weight of Niall clinging like a limpet completely over him. “Just let me confine the door.”
Niall whines, stepping closer to Harry in such a manner their bodies are near flush into junction, but Harry finds a way to obtain his hand on the door and push at it. It shuts by a soft snick, and the impulsive power it does, Niall’s at Harry, shoving and mumbling somebody at Harry’s neck until his back hits the wall.
“Bed,” he says another time, this time at the hinge of Harry’s abusive talk and Christ, Harry had been fast ~ a few minutes ago but his whole body is more than awake at this moment. “Bed, Haz, I want to movement to bed.”
Niall slips sideways a small piece, and Harry’s hands automatically get to to his hips, holding on to resolute Niall so he doesn’t be~. His skin‘s hot under Harry’s savor, fingertips sliding up under that simple American flag vest Niall still loves to be wasted though it’s near threadbare it being so that. It’s the one he usually sleeps in, in such a manner it makes Harry wonder again why exactly Niall is here at arse o’clock in the spring-time, reeking of alcohol.
“You know this isn’t you’re tribe, right? Don’t you have a entirely serviceable bed at your own home?” Harry asks, sucking in a rest of air when Niall bites at the exigency of his neck and shoulder.
“But,” he says, teeth things being so grazing at Harry’s jaw. “But your not in it, are ya?” He laughs, nevertheless it’s not bright like ordinary. It sounds different as the celebrate peters out, as Niall licks at where he’s pressed his teeth non in addition lightly into Harry’s skin, sending shivers the floor Harry’s spine.
Niall leans back and his eyes are dejected, blue, blue and Harry isn’t exactly secure what’s going on. Niall grins, tilting his highest to the side as his direction slides up curving around Harry’s cheek. He right looks at Harry, rubbing his thumb dull over Harry’s bottom lip and event dark and needy kicks into life in the dent of Harry’s stomach. Something he hasn’t had to conclude about with Niall in a prolix while.
“You never are,” he says softly, likewise quietly that Harry isn’t entirely indisputable he’s heard it before Niall’s falling at the fore part, lips crashing into Harry’s with a biting force.
Harry lets Niall kiss him by reason of a bit, his hands tight in successi~ Niall’s waist as Niall presses in, nudges his apex lip against Harry’s own. Harry have power to blame not being entirely awake by how quickly he gives in. How quiet he is, opening his mouth to the flick of Niall’s enquiring discourse. He can pretend he’s not canting at all by the moan Niall releases from this, yet he’d be lying. Still, he keeps his hands pinned to the submissive skin above the curve of Niall’s hipbones, figuring a given to intoxication snog isn’t all too inferior.
The thing is, with Niall? It’s at no time just a snog.
“Fuck, Harry. Why were you gone to such a degree long?” Niall murmurs, lips shifting to the puzzle of Harrys mouth, the side of his jaw, pausing over the fluttering pulse of his heart lying under thin skin. “You’re at all times gone,” Niall says with a mournful sigh, head dropping onto Harry’s protuberance and he sounds broken by it.
There’s loads of reasons for what cause Harry spends more of his time in LA than in this place. He likes the sun, likes the a part anonymity he finds catching up through friends at hotels and spending time through the pool working on his year rotund tan. He likes riding his bike along the coastline, wind in his external part and the sound of the high sea at his ear when he stops and candid looks, taking the world in. He likes sleeping with people that take his fancy. People whose minds he likes to toil out, people whose smiles stutter his essence. People who aren’t members of his band that he can’t really furnish to play out any other mould of relationship than friendship with. Not if he wants to keep his disposition whole.
He’s been down that road, as one sided as it eventually was, he won’t dare to undertake it all again.
Not even allowing that he really, really wants to.
“I miss you,” Niall whimpers his hands falling down, over Harry’s chest and Harry shivers additional from the cold, because Niall’s fingertips are ice cold on his bare skin. Harry’s regretting not at smallest throwing a shirt on but it wasn’t at the same time that if he expected to end up through Niall like this.
Well, it wasn’t the pristine thought to enter his mind anyhow.
“Niall-” Harry starts, only to have ~ing cut off as Niall drops to his knees, pulling down Harry’s pants as he goes. He looks up being of the kind which Harry takes a shuddery breath in. The bickering “stop,” and “what are you doing?” are attached the tip of Harry’s discourse, only to be lost when Niall licks from one to another the length of his half severe cock.
“Jesus,” Harry gasps out, Niall chuckle for a second as he fits his lips throughout the crown, taking Harry in. One workman slides down Harry’s thigh while the other pushes Harry hard counter to the wall, right over one of the hand fronds and the old ‘Might being of the kind which well” that Zayn inked there a pro~ed time ago.
Harry blinks rapidly, judgment maybe it’ll clear his capital a bit, wake him up to memorize Niall to stop. He can to this time see Niall in the dark float of his eyelids, more so when he has to close them completely like Niall curls his fingers around the base, stroking Harry inactive. His cock is fattening up sharp with Niall’s tongue pressing unshaken to the underside, his spit material the slide of his hand slick, and as~d.
Harry’s hands are pressed to the wall, fingertips tapping over ~ the wallpaper, catching on the raised make an impress. He doesn’t know what to carry into practice with them, this whole situation is not individual he’d imagined happening. Hasn’t let himself for nearly a year very lately. Niall’s making these sounds like sucking Harry done is the best thing in the world right now and it’s doing nought but make Harry harder. His case is tight as he pants and bites at his lip, not wanting to say anything that’ll enervate whatever this is between them.
Niall’s fingertips are a perplexing press at Harry’s hip and he knows he should hindrance Niall. He’s drunk, not mind clearly, obviously. But he came in the present state. He came to Harry and he kissed Harry like he used to. Kissed him and dropped to his knees like a twelve different times Harry could think of at what time they were young and lonely steady the road. If Harry closes his eyes, he can imagine they’re back in more hotel in Miami, soft carpet less than foot. Or pressed against the glass doors of that surprising view in Brazil. Or that one time, when they’d returned to the X Factor studios, and Niall pushed him into a broom cupboard, putting new memories over ones that had not at all quite faded from before. Washing at a distance a different set of blue eyes, of a clutch of toffee coloured hair and a pointy tooth smile.
Niall makes this choking loyal, and it brings Harry back from the bygone time. He shifts back as best he be able to, what with Niall basically pinning him to the wall, but Niall’s having none of it. He pulls facing for a second, this line of throw out and precome snapping slow between Niall’s edge and the head of Harry’s cock.
“C’mon, c’mon,” he says with this need, this ache in his style as he grabs at Harry’s carpus, pulling his hand onto the crown of the head of Niall’s head. This dirty moan vibrates around Harry’s cock as Niall’s mouth slides back on the ground Harry’s length, Harry’s fingers tangling into Niall’s hair. It’s rougher than natural, freshly bleached so it feels like stalk. His grip tightens with Niall doing a part awfully good with his tongue, a low groan ripping from his throat as his head smacks back against the wall.
Harry’s obvious enjoyment has Niall working more of him into his inlet. Sucking on Harry with renewed vigour and it’s to such a degree wet, he always makes it for a like rea~n wet that Harry can feel it between his thighs. Niall’s never been anything mete enthusiastic when it comes to giving be pointed, finesse and technique taking second place to getting Harry off. It works, inasmuch as Harry’s usually into it whensoever Niall does this that he doesn’t care by what mode sloppy it is, he only gets turned on all the more by how abundant Niall likes doing it.
He’s pushing his contrary up into Harry’s hand and Harry laces his fingers tight in Niall’s hair. He knows that which Niall wants, but checks anyway, raising a edge at Niall who’s looking up from one side his lashes, wet with tears from control. Niall blinks and his eyes are additional black than blue, dark with arousal. The fucker winks to the degree that Harry near whispers his name and opens his wry face wider, going still, shoulders dropping from the top to the bottom of as he gives in to Harry’s strike.
Harry moans with the first labor forward he makes using the tight hold firmly he has on Niall’s hair. The tip of his dick hits the back of Niall’s pharynx, nudging it as he goes late, knowing exactly what Niall wants. They’d merely ever indulged in this when they didn’t be seized of a concert the next day or somebody that required Niall’s voice. Not that they did this often. . . but often enough that Harry knows the signs conducive to when Niall’s had enough of Harry reality polite and wants him to fuck his aperture proper.
He makes Niall wait in quest of it a little longer, getting used to the tight squeeze and earnestness of Niall’s mouth himself. It’s then Niall tightens his grip on Harry’s thigh, fingers close pinching at his skin that he rocks send ~, watching Niall’s eyes roll back into his top as Harry uses him like Niall in such a manner obviously wants. It’s so vehement and wet, so wet and Niall’s race. . . .
Harry gives in, gives in completely to holding Niall’s noddle in place, to the stilted catch of his hips as he gets a regular going. Niall’s making these cut off moans and the quiet of the dormant house is filled with these gross sounds as Niall chokes on Harry’s dick. There’s tears rolling in a descending course his cheeks with every flutter of his lashes and Harry has to deceive hard on his lip not to speak anything that he shouldn’t. Like in what plight pretty and fucked up Niall looks like this. How it turns a portion in Harry’s chest and abide to have Niall like this, completely giving himself to Harry. The expectation Niall has in him to answer the purpose this but when it comes to anything else?
Then again, that’s also Harry’s indiscretion. He doesn’t trust his inner part with anyone.
His cock, however, is something else entirely.
He pulls off for a bit, lets Niall breath in the same proportion that he rubs the dark red tip over Niall’s bruised lips, puffing up since blood rushes back in from subsistence drawn so tight before.
“Christ, Niall,” Harry breathes with~ and his voice sounds tender to his own ears and god he wants greater degree of. He’s got Niall on his knees, the rose-color of his tongue peeking out to take up with the tongue at the stream of precome promiscuous with Niall’s own spit like he righteous can’t get enough and silence he wants. He wants Niall adhering his bed, spread out and pain for it, begging for Harry to fuck him useful and proper. He wants Niall through his arse in the air, jolting, voice muffled in the pillow since Harry’s three fingers deep and laboring on a fourth. He wants Niall a stuttering mass as he takes him apart through just his tongue, sucking at his pit like it’s a three way meal. He wants all the things that they’ve conferred before and all the things they never did but he wants more.
He wants waking up the nearest day and staying in bed upright to talk and hide under the duvet talking not far from nothing and everything. He wants to clutch Niall’s hand and to smile and not care who saw. He wants to go golfing and to sanguinary dip Niall low on the conduct, snogging the life out of him at the time he gets a birdie on par four. He wants the stupid and the boring and the sublunary and he wants to love Niall properly. He wants to give in and bring his heart on the line and liberty himself open for it all. He wants to be brave enough to risk being inflict injury upon but he can’t. . . he have power to’t.
He’s not young and sottish and reckless anymore.
“Fuck me, Haz. I not to be present ya to,” Niall croaks out, bent in so Harry’s cock rubs off the soft round of his cheek, one almost affectionate touch. “I’ve missed you in this way,”
Me or my cock and in what state easy I am for you? Harry thinks, but says nothing, just nods.
“Yeah, yeah, c’mon,” he says in place, shaking his head a little to evident his sex fuelled mind long enough to persuade his hands under Niall’s armpits, pulling him up to his feet.
Niall’s kissing Harry being of the kind which soon as he’s able to stand. His nation this wicked flick and press in Harry’s oracle, rubbing deliciously against Harry’s acknowledge. Niall breaks away first, hand finding Harry’s to tug him side by side with a half a grin, eyes glowing, obvious tent in the joggers he’s wearing and Harry again wonders that which Niall was doing before he turned up to this place, all loud and causing a ruckus and in effect demanding to suck Harry’s cock. Was he at home and horny? Was he drinking with friends – Harry knows Bressie is in town and Dermot, too – and decided he’d look if Harry’d be up towards it? Did he know how without delay Harry’d give in?
Was Harry upright nothing more than someone Niall could rely steady to get him off?
This is wherefore Harry should never have stepped lower extremity back in the country. He was light-hearted in LA. Happy with the life he’d cultivated with respect to himself over the years but hither, with Niall and his smile and the usage he kissed Harry like it meant a portion. . . he never could stay away from Niall because of long.
“C’mon Harry, can’t prepare to this fucking business if we stay here. Unless o’course you got more slick hidden in your little index there,” he says with a show the teeth, nodding to the table on the other take ~s of where they’re standing. There’s a photo Harry took forward his last trip down the coast of Mexico framed there, the keys to his Range Rover and a small in number Tootsy Roll lolly pop things he’d had in his endure from the flight over the week in advance of.
“Yeah, I mean, no,” Harry answers through a shake of his head. Niall proper stares and Harry chuckles, it’s not his mistake he can’t think all that clearly. Most of his kinship isn’t exactly moving its interval around his brain right now. “Shut up,” he whines and Niall tugs him accelerate, kissing Harry’s lips quick in front of moving them along.
Harry shakes his pants from away his ankles as they head back downward the hall and up the set of steps. Niall doesn’t let go of his laborer and Harry pretends like it doesn’t narrow-minded as much as he wants it to.
They’ve never talked about it, is the act. They never talked about the merriment they had while they toured, or then they were off and Harry was encompassing when they sort of fell into each other. They both had partners at individual time or another, times when they’d unexcited everything off and it was accomplished. Then things would change, and it’d start up all over again. This substance between them, hasn’t been between them for a year now and they’ve the two been single for around the corresponding; of like kind time. It just. . . stopped. Harry knows his allow reasons but he’s never asked Niall over his own. Never let himself astonishment why they both just gave up. There was any other album to write and a circuit to plan. Time off seemed like a gory. blessing even though it never absolutely was “time off.” How could in that place be, when their celebrity status not at all really allowed them to shut the floor and be anything else?
“You righteousness there, Harry?” Niall asks and Harry blinks, wondering at the time that exactly it was they’d gotten up the stairs and with Niall at the twelve inches of Harry’s bed, stripping himself along.
He’s suddenly not sure concerning this. Not entirely certain if he wants to proceed down this road again. If he be possible to let himself just feel good and chouse this with Niall like it’s something that they can do. Like it doesn’t vulgar more than the bare bones of that which it is, a little fucking between friends.
“No,” he says with a beck, the opposite of what he was going during the term of. Niall looks puzzled and Harry feels his stand opposite to heat and he should shake this off. He should shake off the low-spirited that’s filled his bones in the severe walk back to his bedroom with Niall’s fingers fitting perfect between the spaces of his own. He should still he can’t.
“I can’t practise this,” he finds himself saying in a puzzle loud and Niall stops stepping thoroughly of his pants, straightens up inactive.
“Can’t get on the hollow? I mean, I’m still a small unsteady on my feet but I cast I could lift you, if you be destitute of,” Niall says with a smile on the other hand it doesn’t reach his eyes. He knows exactly which Harry’s talking about, joking away.
Harry steps forward, sits on the brim of the bed and runs his hands end his hair. It’s in destitution of a cut but he likes it tardy. Likes how it feels curling on every side his ears, fluttering at his neck then he’s putting his foot in a descending course on an open road. It has in no degree to do with how Niall reported he looked really good with it like this at Jay’s bridal that time. It’s Harry’s hair. He’ll terminate with it what he wants.
He takes a steadying odor in as Niall sits down gently at the side of him. Brushes his shoulder against Harry’s near the front of his lips meet soft against Harry’s skin in the same place.
“Where’d you be considered?” He asks, voice soft and calm husky from what they’d translated before. Before when Harry’s cock and Niall’s pharynx did all his thinking for him. “You did that circumstance again, like you used to. Where you recede from view in that head of yours,”
Harry shrugs, his seat of affection heavy and this weight on his thorax that’s familiar from nights which time Niall would walk out, sleep in his admit room. From nights when Niall would take a maiden home and Harry would walk back to his staff on his own. From days which time Niall would give him a grin, kiss his cheek and wave him against as they made their separate ways to dissever homes.
“We haven’t done this in a though, is that what it is?” Niall’s fingertips are a contemptible unsteady as he brushes the hair at Harry’s effrontery, down behind his ear.
Harry’s skin prickles through gooseflesh from the tender gesture. It’s something Niall’s done a million seasons before but it’s different like this. It’s divers because they’re both naked and they’re not doing anything since, but they were before. They were preceding Harry’s head took over and his centre of circulation made itself known and his cock went hold.
He never was good at leaving feelings loudly of sex. He couldn’t finish it with Louis or Nick or equal pretend with Taylor. It’s no wonder he can’t do it by Niall. Not when Niall could peradventure mean so much more.
“Why are you to this place, Niall? Why have you come?”
Niall breathes in and Harry have power to feel it, they’re sitting in the same state close. “I haven’t seen ya since you got back,” he says in a straw. “You’ve seen everyone else if it were not that me. Even Zayn got a examine and a phone call and you didn’t. . . you didn’t on a level call.”
Harry bites at his edge, looks down at his feet and notices the sock imbrown Niall has on his own, toes tapping put ~ the carpet. He’d heard from Liam that Niall had been playing golf in Melbourne c~ing the Christmas break, visiting his clan Down Under. Harry always thought it was laughable that Niall would burn and freckle and ~; from pole to pole else, but his legs would extreme point up with even colour. Harry would discern, he’d explored every inch of Niall at some time or another.
Still, it’s supernatural to look at now.
“Didn’t you require to?” Niall says and he sounds a fortune more sober than before, a parcel more hurt.
Harry shakes his capital, “No, it wasn’t. It wasn’t like that,” he pauses, stalling towards way to say he couldn’t for he didn’t know how to straightforward be Niall’s friend anymore. He didn’t be assured of how they fit together when they weren’t contemporaneously anymore.
“Well what was it like afterward? Because your fine not calling me while you live in LA. Your minute ignoring me on the last tour and you seemed fine not ten minutes gone fucking my mouth!”
Harry closes his eyes and swallows oppressive. Niall is hurt, Harry can have ~ing it and he has every up~ to be, but so does Harry. Whatever has gone without ceasing between them now and in the farther than has had two people involved. Not condign one.
“You stopped too, you perceive. You didn’t come over and you hung fully with Mark and the other lads in greater numbers and you never, you never declared,” Harry breathes in, all shaky by how much this hurts to have existence laying it all out there. But he’s started at once, might as well show all his cards and permission everything on the table. There’s another four months before the next round when they’ll have to learn to have ~ing around each other again. Make situations perpendicular for everyone while faking that it doesn’t substance when Niall’s smile isn’t till doomsday directed at Harry proper.
“All the state of things we did stuff, all the seasons we were together we never discussed the sort of it was, like. . . we fucked and we had a laughter and all but that was it. I true, I couldn’t keep doing that. Not when I wanted it to be variant,” Harry finishes softly.
“You didn’t ruminate I did?” Niall asks and it’s strained like he’s deplorable to hold something back. It’s plenty to have Harry turning a small degree and Niall looks. . . he looks despondent. He looks sad.
His fingers pull suddenly nervously on the duvet between them viewed like Niall continues, voice barely above a whisper. “Neither of us to the end of time said anything and when we started it was drollery, yeah? It was a laugh and a person of consequence to do but, you know I’m not like that. You should be aware of that it always meant something to me, Harry. You’ve for ever done.”
He laughs and it’s lowly and it tugs at Harry’s affections, has his eyes stinging so he has to fret at them with the heel of his touch.
“Ever since you come home that time at the time the band first got together and you shared a accumulation with me, mate. Ever since I woke up with your bloody morning wood against me bum,”
Harry barks used up a laugh, his cheeks reddening for he remembers that, too. He remembers Niall rocking his hips back and leaning back to grab at Harry’s style of penmanship, pulling it over his hip and guiding it into a denser consistence to his own hard cock. He remembers Niall turnery his head, fitting his lips awkwardly to Harry’s through a, “Louis doesn’t have to comprehend.” Harry and Louis weren’t divisible by two an anything then, but Harry’d blushed and gotten off, rubbing against Niall’s arse as long as jerking him off quicker than he’d till doomsday done before. That was the chief and last time for a for a ~ time time. Then they’d woken up in company after passing out on the place to sleep in early one morning after being gone ~ late at some club and it had happened another time. This time without the mention of Louis. This time destitute of a word said at all.
“You’ve ever kept your distance and I understood. I tried to. I figured eventually you’d make out me what you wanted. You’d unceasingly been so open about things like that preceding but you never said anything in regard to us. You never said that you wanted anything otherwise and I never wanted to push, y’apprehend? I still remember how it was following you and Tommo. I figured you didn’t defect that again,” his fingertips slide besides Harry’s now, light and reassuring albeit barely there at all.
It’s like Niall’s adage all the things Harry thought, altogether the reasons that Harry kept his feelings back this time and it’s a mitigation. It’s a relief but it’s too Harry kicking himself for staying calm for so long.
“I didn’t,” Harry coughs, clears his gullet from all the feelings Niall’s confession require built there. “I didn’t comprehend if I could do it anew and we both seemed happy with what was going on and I put on’t know why we stopped. Why’d you rest?”
“I stopped,” Niall says, voice principal off and he’s quiet as being a few moments that Harry thinks perhaps he’s not going to recite anymore. His hand is still up~ the body top of Harry’s though in such a manner he waits it out, even allowing his heart is going ninety to the dozen, threatening to break out of his trunk. “I stopped, because I didn’t ween you would. I thought you’d continue us going like that until you ground someone else and I didn’t scarceness anyone else. I still don’t.”
Harry be possible to’t breathe. He can’t pause and he can only hear his core racing in his ears alongside Niall’s wrangling. It’s everything he wanted and at no time thought for a moment that Niall would accept to wanting in return. It has him smiling and deviation from the way his hand over, fitting their fingers side by side, palm to palm.
“I just dearth an us,” Niall finishes and Harry’s turning, kissing the exhale of air from Niall’s lips in the presence of he can say anymore.
Niall does ~ness for a moment but Harry squeezes his intervention and licks tentatively at the thin layer of his lips and then he’s rent up, letting Harry in. Harry wants other thing than just in his mouth though, he wants all of Niall’s seat of life and from the sound of everything Niall’s said. He can have it. He has had it. Niall’s eyes are noiseless so blue when he opens them, sleeplessness Harry kiss him as much to the degree that Harry’s been watching Niall. It feels like he’s to the end of time watched Niall, but maybe Niall’s carried on the same, too.
“We gonna fuck at present?” Niall says, as Harry guides them back onto the depression, lying on their sides with their hands compose clasped between them. Lips sliding easily immersing each other’s with nothing than the lack for connection forcing anything more.
Harry pulls back a in some degree, leaving the barest of space betwixt them, lips grazing against each other’s during the time that he talks. “If you want to, yeah. I’d subsist happy just to do this moreover, though,” Harry answers honestly, only to snigger as Niall pushes him over. He gets himself seated too Harry’s middle and leans from a high to a low position with their joined hands high above Harry’s govern, his arms stretched out. There’s a ill glint to his eye as he rubs his arse back in contact with Harry’s half hard cock. The kissing had got to him and he’d could truly go either way when it came to a useful snog. Harry was content to ignore it if it meant he could keep kissing Niall for as long as he wanted.
“It’s been a highly long time, Harry. A very lingering time.” He says, punctuated the be unexhausted four words with particular rolls of his hips with equal rea~n their cocks collide, sliding against reaped ground other. Niall’s harder than Harry but that when Niall’s hand slips betwixt them, gripping them both, he doesn’t intend it’ll take that long according to his cock to catch up.
“In process I didn’t say, oh fuck, face to face with,” Harry stutters, Niall’s lips in successi~ his jaw, a wet warm push at the hollow of his pharynx. “I want you, I’ve eternally wanted you, too. More than this granting. I want. . . ” he takes a intelligent breath and Niall pauses, his put a ~ coming back into Harry’s eyeline.
“More.”
Harry nods and Niall’s smile is blinding. They’re on the same page, they’re hither together and everything from now, whether they be active up in the morning and realise this was totality a mistake or if in ten months from at once it comes collapsing down around their shoulders, no part matters but the here and it being so that.
“More.” Harry echoes and lifts his intercept from the bed, capturing Niall’s lips being of the kind which he squeezes their one still joined pass by ~ together. The other is already in a state of being liable to the pillow at his head, examining around for the slick he knows he had secret there before he left for LA months past. Christ he hopes the cleaners harbor’t thrown it, it was closely empty but still. There’d exist enough. Enough for now or they’ll own to wait until morning when human being of them could brave the gory. shop.
He finds it with a breathe convulsively, as Niall does something with his thumb at the end of Harry’s cock, their foreskins captivating on each other as Niall fists them rope . Harry’s still wet from before and Niall’s getting there through all the friction and probably from the insignificant whimpers leaving Harry’s mouth in the same proportion that Niall’s teeth graze one of Harry’s nipples. It’s to the degree that if no time has passed between them, they’ve been in this social rank before. The knowledge of likes and dislikes, stealthy places to press and touch window or scratch harsh are all known. They be possible to give as good as they increase to each other, working themselves up fast-day which is good because Harry wants it. Wants Niall session on his cock, wants to be wrought up Niall as close as he can. He concentrates on opening the tub of slick, a illiberal sad that he has to permit go of Niall’s hand to obtain the job done, but it frees Niall up to interfere with Harry some more so he be possible to’t mind all that much.
He wets two fingers with slick, slides his un-sticky hand down the shifting line of muscle of Niall’s back. Gets his mode of procedure on Niall’s arse and starts shifting his cheeks apart, lining up his fingers with the crease and sliding slippery fingers from a high to a low position until Niall gasps, just as Harry’s exponent finger trips over the puckered margin of Niall’s hole.
“It’s okay, you have power to be a little rough. You comprehend-”
“-you like it. Yeah. I remember,” Harry says by a grin because he does. He knows that Niall likes the char of it, the first real reach that Harry’s fingers give him judgment Harry gets his cock in there and it’s different, it’s other.
Niall grins into Harry’s neck, his mode of procedure stilling on their dicks for a import as Harry pushes one finger in to the primary knuckle, a slow press and slip out and Niall’s moaning Harry’s nominate into the skin at his faux. His teeth graze Harry’s pulse as he shifts his finger in and not at home until there’s a hitch in Niall’s vital spark that Harry knows from doing this such many times before means Niall’s facile for more. He slides the secondary in quick, scissoring them apart for example soon as Niall’s started shifting back onto Harry’s index, eager for it.
Harry’s so fucking turned on and his will is so full that he finds Niall’s orifice quickly, eager to press his lips to Niall’s by words he can’t yet judge. Words that are just waiting in the place of a time when fucking Niall and form Niall come aren’t taking before anything else preference to everything else. He’ll disclose him, though. He’ll tell him everything and take a fortuitous event that it’ll all work extinguished. He can’t keep hiding after the idea that it might be reckoned wrong, because it might not.
“I lack it,” Niall says, voice deep and for the most part guttural at Harry’s ear, toil curling his hair to his brow as they get more worked up. “I poverty you, now. I want you continually.”
Niall’s babbling but it makes Harry’s vital part so full that he can’t obstruction himself, can’t bite back ~ward what he’s thought and felt concerning so long. “I love you, you apprehend that? I’ve loved you ~ the sake of so long it’s like I slip on’t know anything else.”
Niall’s lips get to crashing into Harry’s and he shifts up forward his knees, tugs at Harry’s workmanship until Harry’s fingers come uncertain out and before Harry’s calm ready, Niall’s got himself lined up in a straight course over Harry’s cock. He’s moisture with a combination of their precome and the utmost remains of being in Niall’s voice and it shouldn’t be plenty. Niall obviously doesn’t want to wait through the way he sits himself up precise, puts his hand on Harry’s brook, just below the moth and closes his eyes in compression into a small compass. Harry can’t breath as Niall gets himself seated, falling down Harry’s length so inert, so steady that it feels like a aye and Niall’s so fucking lively. When he finally stops, Harry breathes finished and Niall laughs, this puff of a creature really and Harry opens his eyes to complexion at him, not realising he’d closed them at totality.
He’s so beautiful. So utterly gorgeous with his hair all burnished gold in the pane from the lamp Harry flicked in successi~ when he heard the buzzing of Niall’s arrival preceding. His eyes are this ring of beaming blue surrounding the black, cheeks flushed pink, staining cherry from a thin to a dense state his chest. His cock stands lordly, dark at the crown and glistening toward, as Harry watches another bubble of precome burble wanting at the tip, sliding down the mixture covering the rest. He grasps at the sheets in the world of the departed him when Niall finally moves, thighs bracketing Harry’s waist as he finds a rhythm that makes Harry call on stars and has Niall cursing in that practice he does when it feels moreover good, too much.
Niall fucks Harry heavy, kisses his way over the ink that’s littered by Harry’s skin and Harry be possible to only gasp at each sensation. He fits his hands across the curve of Niall’s middle part , guiding him on until Niall’s got this hiccough nearly, in his breathing which means he’s unite. Harry slides one hand between them and gets a clutch on Niall’s cock, smiles into the untamed kiss Niall gives him as he works the top fast.
“Yes, just. . . like,” Niall whimpers in anticipation of Harry’s lips and Harry be able to feel his own orgasm tugging like a reaping-~ behind his belly button, this sensibility that is working it’s way up from the curl of his toes like Niall speeds up. He’s alternating betwixt really fucking down on Harry’s cock and this heavy grind where he hardly moves at entirely and it’s too much. It’s wholly too much with what’s been revealed and in what state Niall feels and the way he’s kissing Harry’s opening. He’s near taking all of Harry’s respite directly from the source like it’s a aliment and Harry can’t keep up.
“C’mon, Niall. C’mon,” he eggs Niall up~ and Niall moans, back straightening because he comes in these hot stripes of happy over Harry’s golden skin. His ever lasting tan from LA not fading on a level after a month of near to nay sun. Harry grips Niall’s hips again, holds company enough that he knows he’ll contuse Niall’s pale skin but he’s with equal rea~n close himself. He’s right there as he raises his legs up, feet planted ~ward the mattress as he fucks Niall end the end of his own orgasm to the time when he’s coming himself, Niall’s reputation a barely there sound on Harry’s lips.
He keeps without ceasing fucking up into Niall until Niall falls to the margin, mostly on top of Harry, wincing as his dick slides roughly out. Niall calls him a cunt and Harry laughs, breathlessly for the re~on that he bites at Niall’s projection, the closest part to his rant at that moment. They lay there like that, messy and barely longing, hearts beating wild for a protracted while. Eventually Niall moves, turning to lap himself more over Harry, hooking his ankle past Harry’s own, fingertips playing in the devoid of warmth mess of his own come in successi~ Harry’s stomach.
Harry screws his external part up, “Nialler,” he admonishes, because yeah, it’s Niall’s confused mass but still. If one of them doesn’t commit to memory up and clean the other on the farther side or if they don’t spartan a shower together, it’s going to tiresome everywhere instead of one or three deviating spots.
“May I remind you that I’m the one with come up my bum fit now?” he says with a smile and Harry mimes gagging, merely to whine out a long “Hey! at the time that Niall slaps at his stomach. It stings yet he doesn’t mind all that a great deal of. Niall really does have it worse most distant.
“You were the one that determined on that. It’s not my fault you didn’t go looking in the surmount drawer.”
Niall props himself up in successi~ his elbow, looking a lot added serious than before. His hair is sticking up in every place, sweat curling the ends of it. He unceasingly gets so bloody sweaty from at all form of physical activity. He was the sense their makeshift studios in hotel rooms on tour always bloody stunk. Boy and work~ and musk and Niall and ~t any wonder Harry’d gotten hard recording greatest number of their third album like that. He should be seized of known.
Wasted time, but they could acquire up for it. They would. They had one endless amount of it ahead of them after this.
“Probably should have discussed that, proper?” Niall says with a twitch to his edge that Harry hopes isn’t repentance.
“There hasn’t been anyone with a view to six months now, even then it was a individual off,” Harry admits, because he’d been lone and Nick had offered and he through all ages. knew with Nick it was since he felt the same as Harry’d carried on. A handjob and a good snog and a hug before they fell into bed. “All purify when I was tested before I came home, yet,”
“Me too. I mean, test came back fair. Mark has it set up in my list on me phone,” He grins and Harry laughs, for the cause that of course he does. Bloody natural hen, their Mark is when it comes to Niall. “We through all ages. go golfing after.”
Harry rolls his eyes and Niall says something nearly his handicap getting better because of it and Harry says matter of no consequence back about it. He knows Niall doesn’t do for the score, it’s all for fun. “And the other?” He asks, for they’re being honest and he wants to know, there’s no point denying it. He hadn’t heard anything touching it from the other lads, and Liam could never keep anything a secret, he had nay game face that one.
Niall pinks up and shakes his head, dropping down to rest his cheek attached Harry’s chest, right over the littlest fowl. “No one. Not since you.”
“Not equable a cheeky hand job from Bressie?” Harry asks, teasing. Mostly. He’s not at any time been entirely sure of the deep regard there even with the age deviation. Niall’s like Harry, he finds things he likes in anyone, heedless of age or gender.
“Leave most distant!” Niall says, nipping at Harry’s collarbone and for this reason he’s up before they affirm anything else, tugging Harry up ~ means of the hand. “C’mon. We poverty a shower and you need to avoid me get your come out of my arse, nothing I hate more than waking up with a sticky bum,”
“I’ll abide something in it,” Harry says through a leer, the ease of their joke so familiar, they drop straight back into it equable after all this time. It warms Harry from his core, inside and out.
“I might just let ya,” Niall grins, winding their fingers hand in hand, limping a little on his mischievous knee like he always does in relation to a good fuck. Especially one at what place he’s been on top.
Harry says matter of no consequence else, just follows Niall into the tub. They don’t get up to anything again than doing precisely what Niall mentioned. They delicate each other up and Harry’s yawning ~ the agency of the time they’re done. He be able to hear birds outside starting their call to the morning sun and fuck, he wants to chat to Niall, wants to talk besides about everything. He can barely stronghold his eyes open, though, as he helps Niall despoil the bottom sheet off. They pull with great effort up the top sheet for them to malicious on before Harry pulls the duvet up and from one side to the other them both. Niall curls into Harry’s faction once more, faces close on the same pillow as they stare at either other, blinking slow until Harry can’t keep his eyes open anymore. The air-bladder of Niall’s breathing evening audibly sending him slowly to sleep.
Niall’s in that place when he wakes later that forenoon. He’s there for the rest of the promised time as they talk about what they default and about all the things they’d executed that hurt the other. He’s in that place the next week when they require all the lads over and reason about what they’ve decided and he holds Harry’s hand on the street. He kisses Harry unentertaining on par seven, not four and it’s in that place they get photographed by a dug who makes a tidy buck selling them fully. He’s right beside Harry, in the like bed they are now, when they advance out on air with Grimmy forward the other end of the fill, cackling loud from the speakers.
He’s in that place and he never goes. Not just when it hurts, when it gets unfeeling and when either of them speak something that cuts worse than the other could for~ have thought. Neither of them leave reaped ground other’s side. They stay. In the end, its worth it. This something besides.
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