"It's gonna be the best thing you've ever tasted." Harry calls from over his shoulder, a slight wobble in his voice that tells you he may be a bit uncertain. "I think."
Your lips curve into a teasing grin and you turn to fold your arms on the back of the sofa, propping your chin on them as you peer into the open plan kitchen to stare at the tanned expanse of his bare back as he shakes a wok of sizzling vegetables over the stove. He's wearing those yellow swim shorts that are probably your favourite; the first thing he managed to grab from the unpacked suitcase laying open on the floor of your bedroom. They're a year or two old and slightly too small, the waistband digging into the healthy softness of his hips and the bright material lying flush against the bulge between his thighs that makes you squirm as though the two of you haven't just spent the entire day wrapped up in each other, his body pressing into yours until there was no telling where you ended and he began.
"That is definitely not true." You chuckle, your teeth creasing your bottom lip as the flirtation in your voice makes him throw a look back at you, his cherry coloured lips spreading into a wide smile.
"Oh yeah?"
You wag your eyebrows, your smile getting bigger just from the sound of his laughter and the way it crinkles the corners of his eyes. His hair is scooped up into a huge messy bun, the dark curls frizzy and loose from grip of your fingers, one missed strand tucked behind his ear, but you're glad the rest is out of his face, giving you a real chance to take his features in again. You can't help but linger on the purple and red marks decorating his throat, the bruising your teeth and lips have created just extra proof that he really does belong to you. In the beginning of your relationship you were never allowed to mark him so visibly.
"Yep." you answer, popping your lips as you jump up, padding barefooted across to the kitchen, the sleeves of his cream knit jumper curled over your fists. The scent of vanilla candles and frying onions fills the entire apartment and two cups of green tea sit forgotten on the side, long gone cold while you were too busy staring at your boyfriend attempting to cook dinner. "I don't think anything can beat my favourite thing to have in my mouth." you giggle, pressing up against his back and wrapping your arms around him.
"And what's that then?" He asks, amusement evident in his slow tone as he turns his head back to peer into the pan of softening colours. You flatten you palms against his belly, sliding one up to rest over the butterfly tattoo while the other slowly drifts over the tiny pooch above the band of his shorts, the small trail of hair beneath his belly button tickling your fingers.
"Not sure I should tell." The words are spoken against his shoulder blade, slightly muffled by his skin as they roll off of your tongue.You can't help but nudge your nose against him, inhaling softly. He smells like the sun and hints of your perfume, a warm muskiness that eases a moan of approval from your throat. "Can't give up all my secrets."
Harry shakes a little with quiet laughter, "It's not a secret baby, I see your face when you're doing it. It's obvious you love it."
You nip at the skin of his shoulder to contain your smile, leaving small indents in his flesh, "Busted." you giggle, pressing your lips to the mark before dropping kisses up towards his neck.
"Babe."
The whispered word leaves his mouth like a sigh, breathy as it holds a deeper meaning. The oh god and you should stop but please don't and the again? that you know are going through his head. He turns his neck, trying to keep his eyes on the stove as he whines for a kiss which forces you up on your tiptoes and leaning over his shoulder just to peck the corner of his mouth.
"Well that's just not going to do." he huffs, turning around and ducking his head to press his lips to yours, licking into you as his large hands cup your face. You're both smiling into the kiss, a giddiness welling in your chest just from the fact that he's back from tour and your apartment feels like a home again instead of just a place to sleep and be lonely. "I feel like I can't stop." he says, reaching back blindly to twist the knob on the oven before he's walking you back towards the table.
"I don't want to stop." You admit, cheeks aching as you twist the two of you around, pushing him down into one of the chairs so he's perched on the edge, legs spread enough that those canary yellow shorts bunch right up at the top of his thighs.
His palms skim down your bare legs as he pulls you in and pushes your hips down, sitting you on just one of his thighs as he leans in to continue kissing. As soon as your seated he pauses, eyes shooting so wide that white surrounds the soft green.
"You're not wearing underwear?" he asks, grabbing for the hem of his sweater and pulling it up even though he can feel your bare skin on his leg. "Oh fuck." he groans, dropping his hands to your hips and looking up you, "You're wet already."
This disbelief fluttering over his face makes you laugh, because it's not like this is the most outrageous thing you've done, especially with Harry. "Of course I am, I've been watching you in these tiny shorts." you tease, the pressure of his leg against your pussy igniting an urge to roll your hips, knowing that the simple movement could feel so good. You try a subtle shift but from the way his teeth press into his bottom lip, turning the rich pink a stark white, you weren't quite subtle enough.
"Watching me gets you wet, huh?" he grips your hips tightly, locking you down on his leg as he lifts it up, rocking it from side to side ever so slightly, enough to send a flurry of shivers up your spine.
"You know it does." tilting your hips down, you give a little flick that applies friction directly over your clit, making your next breath stutter passed your lips.
"That bad?" Harry teases, his nimble fingers curling around your wrists and drawing your hands to his shoulders, "We've fucked three times, made love once and you're still so horny you need to rub your little pussy on my leg to get off?"
You dig your fingertips into his shoulders as you roll your hips again, determined not to let the spark of embarrassment flare from his comment on your neediness. "You've been gone months." is your valid excuse, "I've missed you." the harder you press down the easier it is to slide against him, the wetness you're rubbing against his skin helping ease the way.
"Missed you." he replies, it's probably the hundredth time you've told each other in the nine hours he's been home but you won't stop for the next two days. "So come on, love." He leans in to kiss your neck, his mouth wet from where he's licked his lips as he sucks gently. "Use me. I'm here to make you feel good, in whatever way you need."
It's all you need before you're flicking your hips at a continuous pace, circling them and wriggling from side to side every now and then to change up the delicious sensations. You fold your arms behind his neck, tucking your face beneath his ear as you pant against his skin, the tingles and warmth spreading throughout your body making you moan.
It's a slow build up, helped by the way he grinds his thigh up against you and leaves biting kisses on your neck. His hands don't stay still for long; sliding up your back beneath the jumper one minute, grasping your hips to guide you the next and then gripping fistfuls of your hair after that. His warm palms are firm against you, his short, probably manicured, nails scraping lightly over your skin to add sensations that make you shudder in pleasure.
"That's it, keep riding me baby." he chokes out and even though your mind is pretty fuzzy, you don't miss the way he's rubbing the hardness trapped in the limited space under his shorts against the thigh you have wedged between his. It's mutual, this need to please each other in whatever way necessary, so you shift slightly to offer him a firmer touch.
When you come, you grind down so hard that you're surprised it doesn't hurt him. Your eyes squeezing shut as you groan against his shoulder, holding him to you tightly as you wriggle to keep the pleasure pulsing through you. Harry moans thickly too, not because he's coming but because everything about the way you climax turns him on even more.
"God, you're soaked." he sighs happily, leaving gentle kisses along your jaw until he can kiss your mouth again, keeping it slow and soft until you've come back to him, blinking your head clear. "Alright, beautiful?" he asks with a fond smile, combing your hair with his fingers.
"Beyond alright." you chuckle, looking down to see the material of his shorts looking like it's about to tear. "Now it's my turn." you smile, hopping off of his thigh to sink down to your knees between his. You bite your lip when you see your wetness shining all over his skin and wipe it off with the trunks as you pull them down his long legs. His cock springs up, flushed a dark pink from being so confined and dribbling a string of precum that you rub into the rest of him. "I'm not the only one that gets wet hm?" you tease, raising an eyebrow as you look up at him.
Harry beams, a soft giggle escaping his lips that turns into a rich, filthy moan when you stroke your hand tightly along his cock. "Definitely not." he says as your lips brush the tip, tongue teasing another bead of salty liquid from him, "How about you get me a little wetter, yeah?" he urges, his lips parting in a silent gasp as you swallow him down.
He's definitely the best thing you've ever tasted.
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