Just a Hook Up

* ~ Realization and Kinks ~ *

Liam was surprised that Harry got on his knees. Harry was very dominant and usually during the sex Liam has had, the dominate one didn't give blowjobs or anything. What usually happened was Liam would be fucked senseless and then end up having to give a blowjob or hand job—sometimes both—then he would be kicked out of the person's house...

Good times, right?

He enjoyed the sex at the time but after it actually happened, he would regret it. He knew he needed more self-respect, but it was hard. He just had to strong of a relationship with his degrading kink. Well, he's never been praised so he wouldn't know if he even liked it. In fact, he'd probably cry if he was praised. He wouldn't be all that surprised if he really did.

In the midst of his thoughts, looking down at Harry, he felt a hand grope him through his tan-colored, khaki-looking pants. The moan he let out was erotic in Harry's mind, but Liam was embarrassed. He hated his moan. It was so whiny and high-pitched. He always sounded like a girl.

Harry loved his moan though. It was so fucking hot. It made Harry even harder, if he was being honest. He continued with his movements, teasing the hell out of Liam, who was writhing on the couch, trying to get away from Harry's teasing but also wanting more. Liam bucked against Harry's hand and threw his head back and hitting his head on the wall on accident but somehow not seeming to notice, pleasure taking over his body.

"Harry," Liam moaned quietly. Harry's hands wandered to Liam's belt buckle, which Liam was surprised by. Harry undid the belt buckle so quickly that Liam knew he had done it many times before. He unbuttoned his pants slowly. He then folded Liam's pants apart as much as he could before running the palm of his hand over Liam's clothed dick. The cold yet warm feeling overwhelmed Liam and he bucked his hips up again, this time involuntarily.

Harry wasn't going to let that happen, so he pressed his hands against Liam's hips to hold them down. Liam had to admit, it was hot. Harry was just taking control over Liam's body and they both loved it. Liam loved it because he had a manhandling kink. Harry loved it because Liam loved it, obviously.

"Mind taking your pants off for me, baby?" Harry requested rather than asked. Liam immediately obeyed, as always. Once Liam's pants were around his ankles, Harry pulled them off, still watching Liam's gorgeous, brown eyes. Harry finally looked down at Liam's hard dick, seeing it really was hard. It honestly amazed him that Liam was so big. He also took in the amazing sight of Liam's thighs, the image of him in a skirt and such popping into his head once again.

Liam's hand came into view, and he started rubbing himself from the outside of his boxers—he could not hold back.

Harry's glare couldn't have been scarier as he looked up at Liam and pinned his hands above his head on the couch, standing up. He stared down into Liam's eyes with a look that clearly said Touch yourself again and you're going to be horribly punished. Liam was willing to test Harry though but maybe not at this exact moment.

Harry's hands slowly trailed from Liam's biceps to his torso and to his waistband, sending shivers down Liam's whole body. Liam's breath hitched once Harry's hand found its way into his boxers, stroking his thumb over the tip of Liam's hard cock. Liam's tip was probably the most sensitive part on his body—that he knows of—so pre-cum dripped carelessly from the slit.

Harry smeared the pre-cum over Liam's first inch of his dick, which was considered teasing to Liam, but Harry didn't see it as that. Harry saw it as admiring the god-like boy in front of him in some sexual way.

"Fuck, Harry. Stop teasing me," Liam requested without using his manners. Harry's hand went up to Liam's throat as he stood again, choking him but not to where he couldn't breathe. Although, Liam felt like he couldn't breathe because of how aroused he was and how unexpected Harry's movement was. Liam's back came off the couch as Harry lightly pulled Liam closer and higher, nearly lifting him entirely off the comfortable couch.