The Vault |H.S|

Styles On Film (sub!h) *

"Feeling good? Hmm?"

Your voice was low as you observed him, seated in the vanity chair in your bedroom, legs crossed over one another and lips pulled into a sinister smirk.

Harry was a mess on the bed in front of you, his head tilting every now and then to look at himself in the front facing camera of your phone that's perched up on the bed side table, capturing every whine and plea that slips out of his lips.

You've been here only ten minutes now and he was already ruined, a small bullet vibrator taped to the head of his cock on full strength while a butt plug stays snug in his ass, the sensations of both sending him into another dimension.

"S'good, fuck, so good!" He whines out, his hands pulling against the silk ties that hold his wrists to the bed posts, his legs also tied to either of the end posts keeping him spread open for you and on full display.
Something he loves, he loves being on display for you.

"Being such a good boy so far, haven't cum yet." You say with a bite of your lip, his eyes meeting yours as his head lifts up off the pillow, his moan loud as he takes you in.

You've purposely worn his favourite lingerie set of yours, an emerald green lace bra and thong with a white sheer babydoll dress over it, hiding nothing but adding that additional touch is what made Harry weak at the knees.

"M'gonna use this little video when you're on tour baby. Gonna play with myself while I watch it." You say cockily, knowing he hates it when you get off without him, be it phone sex or not, he loves being the one to hear you and help you get off.

"A-are you gonna l-let me see? Please let me see, fuck!" He stutters out through moans, pleading with you to let him hear you and see you watch what's being recorded right now as you get off while he's away.

He's a sucker for FaceTime sex.

"Hmm, that depends on if you're a good boy on stage or not." You tease uncrossing your legs, spreading them out and leaning back on the chair pushing your chest out as his mouth hangs open in both pleasure and shock over your new position.

"M'always a good boy for you, gonna be the best boy for you on t-tour ... baby! Please! Need to cum!" He babbles out, his words being slurred by his moans and his eyes pinching shut while his head is thrown back on his pillow fighting the urge to cum as the vibrations shoot through him.

"No cumming yet baby boy, still have a long night ahead of us" you whisper grabbing the small remote from the vanity behind you and switching up the vibrations to low which causes his orgasm to disappear.

"Good boy, maybe I'll need to fuck you after this. Been so good so far. We're gonna do this five more times and then you can cum, and if you're good you'll get my cock." You instruct him as he leans his head up again and nods obsessively, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he watches you flick the remote and the vibrations become stronger again.

It's safe to say, after tonight you had many videos to help you on your lonely nights at home alone when Harry left.