One Direction Preferences

Sneaking around

- Warning sexual content-

You'd been around longer than they had expected. Suspicions were beginning to rise as to if the two of you were more than the friends you were claiming to be. They would ask, and he would deny. "She's just a good friend, mate," he would always say. But you'd been on the road with him for a few weeks now, which was more time than any of his or the other boy's 'good friends' had put in on this tour. You sit in the dressing room among them now, looking around as they all seem to be doing their own thing; their own form of family bonding. Harry was on the opposite side of the couch. 'Laying low' is what he called it. You weren't exactly sure why the two of you had to be so secretive about your feelings for one another. You were certain the boys would understand. The other's had girlfriends, right? So why couldn't Harry? Wait, girlfriends? Were you really thinking about being his girlfriend? No, stop, it's only been a few weeks. Whatever it was the two of you were doing was fine with you. Wasn't it? The dressing room is too quiet now. Your thoughts are getting to you. You slowly stand up, making sure to catch Harry's eye before leaving the room. You walk down the corridor as the lighting grows darker. You find a dark hallway off the main corridor. Before you turn to walk down it though, you glace back to see Harry emerging into the hallway you had just walked down. You knew he would follow; he always does. You wait for him in the dark, a smile growing on your face. You loved the thrill of keeping a secret. "Hi," you greet in almost a whisper as his shadowy features finally reach your place deep in the dark hallway. "Hi," he replies, his voice low and dark. You feel his hands running up your back as he presses his chest tightly to yours once your back meets the wall. "It was so boring in there," you tease, your fingers combing through his long hair. His lips find yours after that as he continues to press you harder against the wall. "I hate boring," he responds finding just enough air to continue. You can't help the moans that escape your mouth and into his; you've lived for these moments these last few weeks. His strong hands grips yours, lifting your arms above your head to keep them there. His kisses on your neck were incredibly heated. It was only a matter of time though, you could tell he was getting agitated back in the dressing room with everyone hanging around; normally they would be anywhere but around the two of you. He brings his hands from yours to grip your lower back, lowering you onto the cold concrete floor. He quickly removes his hoodie, rolling it up and placing it behind your head for support. You help with his belt as he pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it into the darkness. His jeans come off the same time yours do, and your shirt is quick to follow. You find his lips once more, your kissing showing exactly what you want from him. His arm returns to your lower back as he lifts you up long enough to get you completely naked from the waist down. He had always amazed you with what he could do while his lips were still attached to yours. Your fingers find their way to the waist band of his boxer briefs, teasing him as you slowly run your fingers down his bare skin. When the moans come you know it's time for them to go. He pulls back to allow you the honors. Tossing them in the general direction of the other clothes, you continue. "Now, where were we?" You say with mischief in your tone. Your eyes close with pleasure as he runs his hands all over your body before separating your legs with his knee, bringing them up to rest on his shoulders. You groan as he teases you with his tip, you hated him for this, but he loved knowing what it did to you. "Shit," you curse quietly as he finally relieves you of the torture. He pushes in all the way slowly before beginning his thrusts. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep quiet. He brings your legs down back to his sides as he leans over your body, his thrusting motions continuing steadily. "Fuck," you say softly once his face was close enough to yours. "I really hate boring," he repeats. You bring your hand to his neck, forcing his mouth to yours as you moan into him. His thrusts quicken as your grip tightens, on his neck and between your thighs. His breath thickens and the sound of his skin hitting yours gets louder. Your back arches and your hips lift to his, absolutely numb to any other feeling but him. No one else had ever made you feel this way. "That's it, come on, come for me," he urges into your ear, his breathing more like panting now. You whimper under him and he speeds up the pace, knowing you are close. You gasp loudly and his mouth crashes into yours to keep you quiet, taking in the rest of your orgasm for himself. He continues to thrust harder into you, filling you completely. His low grunts tell you he's about to come. You wrap your fingers in his hair knowing exactly what that does to him. He presses his lips to yours as he continues to slam into you, each thrust becoming more sloppy. The heat radiates between the two of you as he reaches his climax with more moans than he allowed from you. His forehead is pressed to yours as he heavily breathes against your face, leaving one last kiss on your lips before pulling himself off of you.