Liam-
Watching as Louis teased Harry, I motioned Zayn over to myself with a wave of my hand. Without much question, he leaned over to undo and pull down my trousers, licking from the base of my cock to its tip. I groaned and let him carry on, waiting for Niall to approach us. When he did, I push him over to lean against Louis's ass and slapped his cheek for him to start eating him out. Lou visibly shivered at the sensation but kept on with what he was doing.
"God," I groan, watching as Zayn grabbed onto my waist and pushed himself further as he stared up at me. "Fuck, Ni, carry on helping Lou out." he did, pulling Louis down and going faster until Louis was actually lay over him. "Good boy, keep going."
I grinned and encouraged Harry to do better, pulling Zayn up so that I could just kiss him, and then pushing him onto his back.
"Lift your legs, babe," he whines as I bit his hip, but let me carry on with a simple hum.
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"Niall, babe," I whisper, leaning over so that I could shake him awake. "You've gotta get up now, baby." he nods and hums at me, pulling the blanket back over himself.
"It's six, though." it was clear he didn't want to get up. Nobody did, but he had to if he wanted to be ready on time to leave.
"I know, but you've gotta get up so you're ready on time," he groans and shakes his head. "I'll even take a shower with you, love."
As he got himself up and tried to wake himself up enough to take a shower, I went over to the closet and picked out something I knew he would wear, adding in a cheeky surprise of my own. I couldn't wait to see his face when he saw it. The way he would flush red always made me feel some type of way, and it would give us both enough energy to pull ourselves out of the house and head to work.
By the time we got downstairs, washed, dry and ready to eat breakfast, Harry was already sat at the table with his work in neat piles. He was getting constant emails, preparing his classes for the day and clearly getting frustrated.
"Your Weetabix is under the counter," he whispered, and Niall smiled, kissing his cheek and pouring three bowls of cereal.
"Wrong use of 'your', love," he whispered, mouth full of cereal as he spoke. "Do you know where my bike keys are?"
"Near the door, and thanks."
He had his keys and was completely ready by the time he got to me to say goodbye.
"Ah ah, helmet?" I ask, stopping him before he could leave.
"Near the door. My phone is in my pocket, my bag is near the door, my laptop is in my bag." I chuckle and smile, kissing his cheek.
"Okay. I love you,"
