You’re gripping the hair at the top of Harry’s head, yanking it so that his neck is tilted backwards, veins along his throat popping out and straining as the tendons along his jaw tick with tension. His forehead is flushed against the cool, foggy surface, eyelids drooping over his lazy irises, the way you’re nudging his prostrate roughly causing his eyes to roll back into his head. He’s still in his fancy suit, dress pants pooling at his knees as he’s bent forward against the headboard, hands gripping the wood hard as his nails dig crescents into the dark paint. Feeling kinda bratty today.”įast-forward to when you’re fucking him. You give a rough yank at his hair as he goes to stand up, warning him to watch himself. Harry smiles triumphantly, tone slightly condescending. He lets out a shaky breath, taking it back in to try and keep composure. The action gets the designated reaction, a shutter wringing down his spine as you suck daintily at the spot you know makes his knees weak.
You press your hot lips to the underside of his jaw, right where it begins to curve upwards towards his ear.
He’s chewing at the corner of his mouth, eyes flickering down provokingly to your lips and back, eyebrows quirking up in question. “I don’t mean it as in, ‘fuck me.’ I mean it as in fuck me.”Īnd you immediately understand, pushing yourself onto your elbows and forearms, raising your face so that your noses brush. “Want me to ride you?”īut Harry shakes his head, thumb caressing your chin as an ominous smirk pinches his dimples into place. “Yeah?” You tug at the collar of his dress shirt, pushing it back until it starts to roll down his shoulders. They show nothing but utter lust and a twinge of haughtiness. His eyes bore into you, a dark mossy green with bronze specks littered throughout its depth. The hand groping your thigh begins to rock your leg back and forth, resulting in your center rubbing against the knee he has placed between your own. “Fuck me.” His voice is deep and raspy, yet smooth like velvet and thick like molasses. But he refuses to let you, suckling at your now swollen lip and hissing into your mouth. He bites at your bottom lip all of the sudden, causing you to yelp into his mouth, pulling back in surprise. Harry is the one who takes the first step in making it a heated night.
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One hand is cupping your jaw as the other grips the back of the opposite thigh roughly, all of his chunky rings biting at your skin over the material of your bunny pajama pants. His body gives and melts on top of yours, one knee propped against the bed in between your legs as the other straddles your thigh. The kiss is slow and tender at first, with gentle sucking and a little bit of tongue.
“Yeah,” you answer softly, arms reaching up to drape over his shoulders and wrap around his neck, pulling him down to your lips.
Harry kneels onto the bed, mattress dipping under his weight as he crawls towards you, one arm stretching onto the opposite side of your torso, caging you under him as he hovers over you’re body, tie hanging from around his neck and shirt wide open to expose all of the tats on his tanned chest. He’s wearing his favorite Tom Ford cologne, smelling all musky and manly with notes of citrus, cedarwood and ocean salts and he’s just so damn tempting. You’re watching a rerun of Scooby Doo, smelling him before you even see him. He gets to the hotel, walking into the room with his shoulders back, buttons on his expensive shirt already half undone and he’s working the knot in his tie loose, toeing off his leather shoes carefully and walking around the side of the bed. Okay so just imagine Harry coming back from the New York premiere, feeling all high and mighty because for the last couple of days he’s been surrounded by people praising him for his talents and kissing the ground he walks on so he’s feeling cocky. I like this concept a lot I can’t believe I’m sweating gallons
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