It started innocently enough. You were watching reruns of Friends on the couch while basking in the warmth from the front of his body where it pressed to the back of yours. His knee was pushed between your legs and his arm was draped across your waist. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck every time he chuckled at the show.
You can't help that you're acutely aware of every ridge and movement of his body against yours. The thick thigh pressed up against your heat. His hand that's wrapped around you tucked between your ribs and the couch, holding tightly and squeezing softly every so often. And his mouth, that has been placing delicate kisses to the back of your neck here and there, was impossible to ignore.
You feel him inhale deeply before pulling you even closer to him. He's so cuddly when he actually has some time to allow him to be. Always wanting to be wrapped up in the scent of your shampoo as he nuzzles into your neck.
It could have stayed like that, enjoying a relax cuddle with him on the couch. It could have. Except that all you can think about is cock being right there, pressed against your ass. And wanting his hands tracing your skin without the barrier of his Treat People With Kindness hoodie. And how you want his steady breathing to be a little deeper, a little raspier and filled with groans.
The mixture between those thoughts and him being so close yet still feeling so far away has you arching your back against him. And that's all it takes. You pushing your behind against his cock a bit, fitting perfectly into the square of his hips, has his hips following you like a magnet when you relax again.
"Baby," is whispered against your ear with another push of his hips against you. His hand travels down from where it's tucked against your ribs to grip your hip.
You give him a soft hum as a reply while keeping your eyes on the TV.
"What are you doing?" He knows what you're doing. Yet he still asks, to see if you'll bite, to see what kind of mood you're in.
"Nothing," you sing softly. "Watching the show." You're in your innocent, defiant kind of mood. The one where you pretend you don't know what he's talking about. The one where you don't come right out and say you want him. The one where you like getting him riled up, making him work for it a bit.
"Don't think so," is mumbled into your hair before his hand reaches up to turn your face to his by your jaw. His mouth grazes yours softly as he wraps his fingers behind your neck while his thumb strokes the side of your throat. The coldness from his rings such a contrast to the warmth of his fingers. His lips suck your top lip into the kiss first, then your bottom lip before his tongue joins.
You moan quietly into his mouth as his tongue passes yours in a strong sweep before closing the kiss again. "Know what I think?" His lips move against yours with every word as his hips push against you again. Only this time, god, this time you can really feel him. You can feel that he's already plumped up in his sweats, each grind of cock against your ass making it feel stronger, harder. "I think, you're trying to get me going. Hm?" He grinds his cock against you again making him moan quietly in the back of his throat. "Am I right? Trying to get me hard?"
You chuckle against his mouth quietly as you turn the rest of your body to face his. Kissing him again as you wrap your arms around his neck. "Me? I would never."
"Oh yeah?" He's smiling against your mouth. "Completely innocent right?"
"Mm, of course." You nod, kissing his mouth again.
"Right," he mumbles, not convinced. "So if I dipped my fingers into your pants right now I wouldn't find you soaked for me?"
Your throat goes dry from his words. You would be lying through your teeth if you spoke you so you simply shake your head no.
"Think you're bluffin, love," he whispers against your mouth as his hand makes its way down your body and into your sweats. When his fingers make contact with your core, the two middle fingers immediately slipping through your folds and pushing all the way into you, he chuckles softly. "Mm, you're so wet."
"Yes," falls from your mouth in a gasped whisper as he pumps his fingers slowly. His rings grazing against your lips with every push. When he pushes in to the hilt, holding them there and curling the tips against the spongy front wall, your mouth falls open from a moan.
"Wanna tell me again that you weren't trying to make me hard?" He's watching your face as your eyebrows furrow, his doing the same when your head tilts back and you try to push yourself down onto his fingers more.
"Please," it's a quiet beg. The kind when you really don't want to but it just falls from your mouth without your permission because you can't just have his fingers this deep without them moving.
He starts to pull his fingers out slowly as he speaks, "I can stop," but you're cutting him off with your fingers pulling at his hair and your quiet "No, no, no, H," against his mouth.
"Well then be a good girl," he pulls his drenched fingers up to massage slow circles against your clit, "Tell me you wanted to get me hard."
"I wanted to get you hard," you repeat back to him before moaning at the particularly deep circles hes making against your clit.
"And now you want me to make you come, right? Wanna come on my fingers?" You moan as he leans forward to push your back flat against the sofa. His fingers dip back into your heat to pump steadily, curling deliciously against the spot he knows makes you whine and roll your hips. He pushes himself down further as he pulls your tee shirt up and over your breasts, leaving soft, wet kisses against the skin of your chest.
"Right, baby?" he whispers against your nipple, his breath making it pebble, begging for his mouth.
"Yes, fuck H." He gives you one soft lick before taking it into his mouth, sucking harshly before circling his tongue around it. He looks up to watch your face as his tongue licks and torments the bud, his fingers continuously pumping into you as his thumb grazes your clit.
"Come on," he whispers his encouragement before pressing a kiss to your sternum. The pumps of his fingers are deep, and slow. His rings meeting your skin in the most delicious way. His thumb rubs precise circles to your clit as his mouth kisses across your chest to take the other nipple into his mouth.
Your hips are rolling to meet his fingers with every pump, being close enough to feel the very beginning of your orgasm light beneath your skin but also not wanting it to end. You arch your back when he pushes his fingers to his knuckles and holds them deep, only curling them inside you. It makes you gasp harshly, his fingers always being able to reach deeper than your own.
He sucks your nipple one more time as he pulls back slowly to release it with a pop. He sponges kisses down your stomach making your skin erupt in goosebumps everywhere the air touches the wet spots his mouth leaves behind. When he gets to the waist band of your pants, he looks up at you before pushing them down your thighs so he can watch his fingers slowly pump in and out of you.
"Come on, love. Give it to me," and then his tongue is giving strong, insanely wet laps to your clit as he pumps his fingers fully.
Your orgasm rolls through you, making you moan deeply as Harry holds your hips in place with one hand, steadily licking and pumping as you come to your high. You reach down to wrap your fingers into his hair and pull harshly as your hips grind against his mouth and fingers. Your hands are simultaneously trying to pull him closer and push him away. He goes through it with you, moaning into you with each tug of his hair.
He slows everything, giving you deep licks across your clit and his fingers stroke softly in and out of you as you come down. He presses a wet kiss to the top of your thigh as he removes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, humming quietly to himself.
"That's my good girl," he smirks up to you before kissing your pubic bone. "Let's go upstairs."
