He just returned to your shared suite after a day out and about on the streets of Japan when his ears perk at a very distinguishable sound carrying through from your bedroom. He shakes his head lightly as his lips curl up into a smirk. He'd know that sound anywhere.
If his ears and cheeks weren't already flushed from the cold they'd be burning up. Another noise, this one louder then the last, travels through the room. He drops his bag by his shoes to seek out the source of the sounds. When he turns the corner to lean against the door frame he makes immediate eye contact with you. He only holds it for a moment before his eyes drop down across your body. You watch him take in your state. Your chest is flushed with need, rising heavily with your pants. His eyes quickly fall to where you have two fingers buried deep, a whine escaping as you push your hips up to meet your hand.
"Har.." Its a mix between a moan and a beg.
He lifts his eyes back up to yours with a slight tilt to his head, "Whatcha doin' baby girl?"
You pull your fingers up to circle your clit at the sound of his voice. It's deep, in the sultry tone he uses for you in moments like these. And raspy, so raspy. He's turned on, you can tell. He's always been visual and you know he likes the spontaneity, pleasantly surprised to find you like this.
"Need you," it's a wet gasp as you dip your fingers back into yourself to pump slowly. You watch him pull himself from the door and walk into the room. He takes his time making his way over to you but instead of coming to the bed like you expected, he sat himself down in a chair off to the side.
His relaxes against the back, spreading his legs and crossing his arms across his chest, "Looks like you're doin' just fine without me, love."
You swallow thickly at his words, "Please, Harry.."
He lifts his hips to pull his sweats down to his knees. You can see he's hard before he rubs himself over his underwear. "Mm, no baby. Gonna finish what you started. Make yourself come."
He reaches under the elastic to give himself a few strokes, making you whine harshly. He loved being a tease. "Let me see, Harry."
He lifts his eyes from where he's watching you touch yourself as he pulls himself out, gripping his base tightly to show you his full length, his tip a deep raspberry color. He strokes his hand up once to thumb over the dripping tip before a low groan comes from his throat. "This... what you want?"
You reach down with the hand that's not currently deep inside you to circle your clit with your two middle fingers. You moan, both from the sensations of your fingers and watching Harry sitting there, legs spread, stroking himself while he watches you.
"Mhm, want you H." Your fingers pick up the quick pace you've already set. You're so wet, and close. So fucking close. All he has to do is tell you and you'd come.
"Fuckin' want you too," he moans deeply as he picks up the rhythm of his hand to match yours. "Make yourself come first love, then get on me."
That was all you needed, crying out as your back arches off the bed and your hips spasm against your hands. You tip your head back, extending your neck with your eyes squeezed shut as you hear Harry mumble a quiet, "Fuck me," as he watches you finish.
When you pull your hands away and open your eyes to him, he has his head tilted back against the chair, eyes hooded as they look at you. His hand is still stroking his cock, twisting against the head on each stroke. A groan escapes his throat as he pumps himself steadily.
You pull your knees up to your chest as you suck your fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around them as you watch him. His mouth starts to curl into a delicious smirk before dropping open as a moan catches in his throat.
"Come get your cock, love."
