The Vault |H.S|

Take A Seat (sub!h) *

You love Harry's ass.

Who wouldn't love it? It's plump, squeezable and just the right amount of flesh to sink your nails into when he's pounding into you, the bite of your nails making his head spin when you pull him deeper into you. Sometimes, you even wind your hand back, and slap him harshly on his ass to spur him on, his groans always deep and animalistic when you give his ass some attention.

He loves you touching his ass, looking at it, even speaking about it: he fucking loves it.
Not everything about his ass is sexual though, sometimes you'll just hold it as you both cuddle, his face pressed into your chest, curls tickling your chin as you hold his ass, your other hand running up and down his back comfortingly as he sleeps peacefully, nuzzling into your hold like a puppy.

Everything about Harry is just magical, from the mole in his face to the ridiculous tattoo on his big toe, you love everything about him, and he loves everything about you also.

The furthest you've gone when it comes to Harry's ass is holding a vibrator to the outside of his hole, he loves it, he loves the feeling of it against his sensitive hole when you're sucking him off or even just cuming from the vibrations alone is his favourite also, it's yours too; the way he throws his head back, the veins popping out of his neck, the sweat that covers his entire body, the way his butterfly tattoo flutters when he feels his orgasm bubbling up in his tummy, and the way he moans when he comes, loud, whine filled and pornographic moans that only you get to hear escape his chest.

Right now, those same moans are being admitted into the warm air of your shared bedroom, his throat hoarse from the guttural moans ripping from his belly up and out of his mouth, his chest rumbling and his tummy fluttering with the sensation rushing through every part of his sweat covered body as it lays on the bed, shaking and filled with pleasure as you sit next to it, kissing and licking his skin as your hand presses a vibrator to his hole, his own hands bound together above his head by your doing; he was the one who suggested the restrains, he loves it when you take full control and use him any way you like.

"That's it baby, know you have another one in there for me, don't you?" You ask softly, looking at your boyfriend who's looking up at you with glossy eyes and swollen lips from how hard he's been biting down on them, his lips only getting a break when you forcefully pull the plump flesh from between his pearly whites when you want to hear his moans.

"Uh huh, 'ave another one for ya, promise" he slurs out, his speech coming out in short pants with his staggered breathes, his eyes rolling back into his head when you tweak at his puffy nipples, the skin still sensitive from last night when you made him cum by pressing his vibrator to them while also having them clamped.

It was a sight for sure.

When you shut off the vibrator it causes him to immediately whimper into the air at the loss of contact, his eyes shooting open and looking up at you desperately, his lips quivering trying to cry out but no words were forming, he looked like he was about to slur out apologies left right and centre but he's immediately stopped by a kiss being pressed to his lips from yours.

"You're not in trouble pretty boy, just want to try something with you, that okay? Colour?" You ask sternly towards the end, your voice low and laced with dominance as he looks at you with a lopsided smile, his forehead glistening in sweat, a few tendrils of hair stuck to it as he gazes at you like you're the only thing left on earth beside him.

"Green, so fuckin' green for you" he pants out when asked his colour, the pair of you established the traffic light system when it came to sex almost immediately in your relationship, when you both discussed how you like things in bed, you immediately knew one would need to be in place for checks in every now and then, and it's worked every time.