The light February morning sunday's peeks through your curtains— which did not do its job— making you blink you sleep away. You stretch your limbs, arching your back to wake up your body. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and turn over, resting your warm cheek against the hard surface. You moaned in delight, hanging your arm over the chest, cuddling yourself deeper into it.
"Mm, good morning." You hear from above you, a hand rubbing up the expanse of your back. Harry turns over to face you, a sleepy smile playing on his lips.
"Morning, birthday boy." You smiled back, kissing his reddened nose.
Harry stretched his legs under the covers, "Thank you."
"What do you wanna do today, birthday boy?" You asked into his neck, your lips pecking his warm skin after every word.
He hums, his arms wrapping around you to pull you over him, your weight on him. "I want to stay home all day and have a bunch of birthday sex." He spoke lowly, his morning voice convincing you to the activities, not that you needed much convincing.
"That can be arranged." You nibbled at his ear before leaning down, holding up the sheet covering your body to show his lower half, his tiger tattoo peeking from his boxers.
You press kisses down to his jaw, going back up to peck his lips before leaning back down, kissing the expanse of his neck.
Harry sighs deeply under you, your own body rising and falling with every breath he took. You kiss his sharp collar bones before moving over his tattoos, kissing every single one of them decorating his chest. You look up at him through your eyelashes, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows. He was leaning his head back, his disheveled curls digging deeper into the pillow cradling his head.
You adjust your position over him, your hips wiggling over him when you feel something pressing against your inner thigh, You smirk, your hands rubbing over his flushed chest. "Already hard for me, huh birthday boy?" You push down your hips over his erection.
He whimpers under you, his hands moving to hold your hips. "Feels so good, baby."
You hum smugly, wiggling your hips again before pressing a small kiss on the corner of his lips before moving back down to sit on his calves.
You lick over the inked butterfly on his chest, his breath hitching in his throat as you go farther down his stomach.
You teasingly bite the band of his boxers, the corners of your lips turning up into a smirk when he huffs under you.
"I'll get there, baby. Don't worry." You mumbled against the fabric, your lips leasing his tip through the material.
You feel his legs writhe from under you, awaiting your next move. His thighs tense under you, feeling your nails drag down his leg as your face to face with his erection.
He exhales, his back lifting off the mattress. "Please."
You stop your movements. "What was that?"
"Please suck my cock."
You smile sweetly at him, watching his gaze go between you and the tent in his pants. "Since you asked so nicely."
In a flash you're grabbing him from his boxers and pressing kitten licks on the aggravated tip, his pink lips letting out a strangled moan as you grip him. You hold up his length tightly as you wrap your mouth around his tip, both of you letting out deep sighs at the touch.
You press your hands on his thighs once you get a good rhythm on him, your head going up and down at a steady pace.
You never falter, your tongue feeling every curve of his veins when his hands grip your hair, helping your head bob over him. "Love watching my cock disappear inside your mouth. Looks so pretty." He groaned, his hand in your hair pressing you down, encouraging you to go faster and harder.
