Desolate - h.s. ✓

° sixty-five ° *

     My face was flushed when Harry walked into the room. He wiped his hands off on his shorts, green eyes meeting mine. I smiled when he grabbed the neck of his shirt, hauling it over his head, and dropping it onto the ground. It was still crazy to think he had gotten a tattoo for me, my fingers tracing over the S that was on his hip as he stood in front of me.

"You're so tiny. I'm always worried I'm going to break you."

"Harry, I'm not small. We've talked about this."

"I don't care if you weigh a hundred and fifty-fifty pounds, I —"

"Shh."

He narrowed his eyes, a giggle leaving my mouth as he crawled over me, pressing multiple kisses to my neck as he tickled my sides. Laughing under him, I tried catching my breath, Harry chuckling softly when he stopped. We were both quiet, and I glanced up at him, my hands resting on his shoulders. He managed to get his shorts off rather easily, Harry hooking his fingers into my underwear and pulling them down my legs. I was slightly nervous when he took them off of me, tossing the material off the bed before kissing back up my legs. He left gentle kisses at the place where my underwear should have been, Harry smirking when he glanced up at me.

"Did you shave just for me?"

"Harry, shut up."

"You didn't have to. You know I don't care about that stuff."

"I shaved for myself. I don't like when it gets a certain length, and it's weird talking about that, so let's stop. He shook his head, Harry letting me shut off the light beside us. It was pitch black then, Harry muttering something under his breath. His presence above me left, and I felt rather exposed then, surprised when he started turning on lights until he found one that was enough, but not too much.

"I might be skilled, but I'm not about to break my dick because I can't fucking find your hole."

"Wow, no filter."

He just rolled his eyes, Harry kissing me when he climbed over me. I played with his curls, allowing him to tug the sweatshirt I was wearing off. I gasped softly against him when he cupped my left breast, Harry squeezing lightly before his fingers managed to trail their way down my body until reaching the spot I was sure Harry wanted to get to the most.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes."

I sucked in a breath when he went right in, not even testing a finger, but pressing in two. It was kind of shocking, but I got used to it, Harry muttering softly against me. He shifted his left hand to my face, brushing his thumb along my cheek before kissing me. I moaned, Harry smirking against my lips before he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Gripping his waist tightly, I pulled back when his thumb started dancing over my clit, Harry chuckling against my neck when my hips bucked.

"Chill, baby. It's okay."

"You just ... fuck, I'm shaking. "Oh, my bad," he said, pulling his fingers out of me, licking them, and ceasing all pleasure to me.

"No."

"Baby girl, patience."

I whined against him when he shifted to take his boxers off, Harry grabbing a condom from the small box. He tore the foil open, sliding it on carefully. I felt my face flush when he laid beside me, Harry patting his stomach.

"Come sit."

"I don't understand how —"

"Sit on my stomach, and I'll have you shift in a minute."

Moving slowly, I straddled his waist, Harry shaking his head. He was smiling up at me, and I felt my nerves settle some, knowing he was going to be sweet. My hands rested on his chest, Harry covering them with own.