i belong to you

*1* lt

curls

small ringlets of soft fluffy curls cascaded down his forehead as he sat above me.

the intoxicating green of his eyes made me almost melt even further into the bed than i already am. his weight pushing me deeper and deeper into the soft mattress that i do not call my own.

his plush lips so pink and kissable. how i wish to be the one that can lay mine upon them.

but alas the one thing i truly wish to have in my life is unavailable to me.

harry.

the beautiful creature emitting unforgettable noises from above me. the soft breathy moans he's releasing as his curls softly bounce along with him.

his perfect soft hips that my hands rest upon are the only thing keeping him stable as he swivels and bounces to find the right spot. a sharp intake of breath lets me know hes found it. we have been doing this so long i know him like the back of my hand. 

as he reaches closer to his climax his eyes shut further and his nose scrunches. he looks breathtaking like this. sitting upon me with his long lashes resting upon his cheekbones and his sinfully pink lips just waiting to be kissed.

i can no longer focus on his beauty because i feel that similar swirling in my lower abdomen.

this is what always happens. i get too caught up in harry and his gorgeousness that i can't even enjoy the sex!

it's just a mere few seconds later that he releases a harsh breath and there's warm fluid covering my lower torso. the tight feeling around me only gets tighter as i release into him. one guttural moan is extracted from me, the loudest sound made in the last hour by either of us.

he doesn't even wait 5 minutes before he's getting up and leaving. he placed his short pink skirt back on along with the white lace panties that hug his love handles perfectly. his tight white cropped shirt adorns his chest and he slips on his white vans. there is a small amount of white dripping down the inside of his leg. he sweeps it up with a finger and licks it away while looking deep into my cerulean eyes.

before i even have the chance to say goodbye he slips out the hotel room door and leaves me alone in my thoughts.

"why can't he just love me back?" i speak aloud. i'm not a bad looking lad. ok i'm a little short but i'm fit, popular, captain of the footy team and i am pretty good at having sex if i do say so myself.

harry confuses me. we've known each other for since elementary but just recently i've realized how gorgeous he really is.

his lips which are normally sporting a small amount of sparkly gloss make me almost *almost* cum in my pants every time i see him.

the light mascara he wears just makes his gorgeous emerald eyes stand out even more against his light complexion and the eyeliner he sometimes wears just tops it off. 

don't even get me started on his body. every inch of the curviness that i get to touch every friday night just makes me go even more crazy for him. hes making me go crazier by the hour. 

before i know it a silent tear slips from my eye because i just want him so bad. his eyes, his hair, his lips, his everything make me want to cry because he's so perfect and now look at me. captain of the footy team crying in the loneliness of a hotel room after a weekly hookup with the most beautiful boy i know. pathetic right, not really, well yeah it is but whatever. i pick up my sweaty footy kit grab my lube and walk out the door. i throw the key to the room into the drop box since its already 11:30 at night. I hate this. leaving the hotel alone every friday. i wish i would just man up and ask him to stay but i cant. he wouldn't say yes and id make a fool of myself. he would stop whatever it is we have going on and the only thing tying me to harry would be gone.