the song for this chapter is "Often," by The Weeknd :)
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Finley
I needed a little bit of time to recover from the mindblowing orgasm Harry had just helped me achieve. Every time that I went to sit up, my body just slumped back against the wall once again.
But eventually, I had a second wind, and I was ready and eager to continue checking off the items on the verbal list I had given Harry.
I wordlessly pushed myself off of the chest and felt the cool floor as my feet came down on it.
I walked up to Harry, who was currently still flicking through his record collection, having not even an ounce of subtlety as I grabbed his waist and flipped him around to face me.
His eyes went wide for a second, and a chuckle fell off of his lips.
"Well, well, well! Look who's back from the dead!" He observed, smirking down at me.
"Funny," I mused, keeping my eyes on him while my hands reached forward and began to undo his belt, yanking it free of the loops and instead tossing it over the back of Harry's neck, grabbing an end of the belt with each hand and tugging him down towards me.
His eyes were wild at my gesture, his lips slightly parted.
"I'm ready to get going whenever you are," I spoke with a smug grin.
He looked at me observantly, amusement in his eyes.
"Why do I have the feeling that I've only seen a preview of the kinks you have hiding in that beautiful mind of yours?" He muttered, his eyes flicking back and forth between my eyes and my lips.
I cocked my head to the side, biting at my bottom lip. "I could say the same for you, why don't we stop cutting corners and enlighten each other a bit, hmm?"
"I don't want to scare you off," he warned, a deep chuckle trailing off the end of his words.
"Funny that you think you could," I quipped back, causing Harry to raise a brow at me.
"Alright, Little Red," he began, catching me off guard when he suddenly yanked the belt free of my hands and looped it around my neck in a flash, making another makeshift leash like he did the first time we had sex, yanking it tight and causing me to bump into his chest.
"You first-actually...let me just take a couple of guesses as to what I have a suspicion you might be into," he suggested.
"I'm all ears, Styles. I'm all ears, let's see how well you actually know me," I replied calmly, interested to see what he might guess that I was into, as well as how much he would actually be able to get right.
He bent down slightly, releasing his hold on the end of the belt and tapping the back of my legs, and signaling for me to jump.
I looped my arms around his neck, giving myself a little boost as he lifted me into his arms, smirking at me as he walked me over to the bed, tossing me down in the middle of it and climbing on top of me, pushing one of his knees in between my legs.
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