DRAG - [h.s. au]

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I want you

Your body on top of mine

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BENTLEY

We got to LA about three hours ago, just in time for an early dinner. Dorian was exhausted and went to take a nap after calling Harry a "buff Dalmatian", and Apollo went with him. Rumer and Z were down at the bar getting drinks with Allie, and Harry and I were in our hotel room.

He was getting on my fucking nerves, too... soft lingering touches when he walked by me and long stares from across the room as we maneuvered around each other. He told me he had a "brilliant idea" but would wait to tell me until tomorrow and I was honestly okay with it.

I wanted to get my mind off of things and so did he.

He was already laying down in bed over the covers in nothing but his boxers, letting his tattooed skin contrast the white sheets. He was playing some music off of his phone, and I recognized Stevie's voice instantly.

It was around 10 PM now, and I had a feeling we'd be going out tonight because if I stayed in here without a distraction I'd probably lose my mind.

Also, Dorian made a bet with Harry after they raced me on the expressway and I'm pretty sure they planned on hitting a club tonight.

The lights were dim and I was walking around in the usual pink silk shirt that I had stolen from him and a thong, playing around with the rings he had just taken off and put on the nightstand.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asks, turning his head to the side.

I was at eye level with him when I was crouched down like this and the green was duller than usual because his widened pupils were swallowing them whole.

I look down at the rings, picking up the one I liked the most.

"I like this one... with the bears dancing." I chuckle, sliding it onto my middle finger. It's a little big but it won't slip off easily either. "Reminds me of everyone, you know? Bunch of dumb dancing bears."

"They aren't dumb." He chuckles. "You can keep it. Maybe wear it on your thumb... might fit better."

"I can't keep this-"

"Yes you can, and you will." He returns quickly, licking his lips.

I mirror him, running my tongue over my soft lips and moving the ring onto my thumb, looking at it quickly before shifting my sight back to him. His eyes have moved, however, down the exposed skin of my chest from the barely buttoned shirt.

"Styles... my eyes are up here." I say teasingly, leaning into him a little more.

"Wasn't looking at your eyes, Hale."

He moves his body more to the side, his arm extending towards the side of my face until it's holding it carefully, thumb running over my cheekbone and pulling me close until his lips are pressed firmly against mine.

I let myself press soft kisses against his lips, feeling him tug my face closer for more but I don't let it happen. I keep nipping at his bottom lip and only letting myself tease him with the edge of my tongue, waiting for him to lose his patience.

If there's one thing I know about Harry, it's that he's greedy with me.

"Quit being a tease." he says, and I smile into the kiss, pulling away completely and feeling his hand move down to my wrist to keep me close, but I wasn't planning on going anywhere.