Loser Gets Kissed on the Mouth

Daddy

The make out session goes on steady, it feels like time has stopped in this room, and the universe wants to take a picture.

I was so worried that my reaction to meeting Dom and Louis was going to freak him out. And I think he was worried that the entire situation would freak me out.

I now think that both of us are way more on the same page than we thought. It felt a little crazy to be having this intense of a connection with this guy I just met.

Then again, he'd seen my TikToks, I'd seen hours of larry/harry footage.

Maybe thats what made us feel like we knew each other so well.

I realize how much I trust this man in front of me. He's considerate and patient. He's extraordinarily smart, despite what his image portrays.

He's disciplined, but he can party. He's impulsive, but loyal. He's careful with the people that he cares about.

I don't mind sharing him with another man who had him first, not if they're both happy with it.

I have him right now, and I want him so bad.

When I picture the foreseeable future, this arrangement could be ideal for me too, when I think of how hard it is for me to have a relationship currently.

Admittedly, I've been using my new busy schedule to avoid them, but now we know why.

This...fucking....it works for me the same way it does for them. To be with someone who understands how hard it is to have a relationship with this lifestyle.

I feel like I can finally admit to myself how much I like Harry.

I can now reach to the corner of the back of my head, that had dared to dream for a connection that could last, but never thought could be a reality.

As our kiss gets more sloppy, our breath gets heavier, and our bodies press further into each other, we begin frantically peeling off each other's clothes.

I realize I'm still feeling the wine, and have been for a bit, when I taste it so strong in Harry's breath. He probably is, too.

When we're completely naked again, we stare at each other in silence for a moment in the middle of the room with windows for walls.

He's perfect. Godlike. I watch his chest rise and fall as his breathing accelerates. His beautiful cock twitches in front of me, for me.

I'm still nervous, but I finally feel like I can go after what I want, and find out what I need to, and that Harry would want me to do both of those things.

"I want to do the same thing as before, but switched," I say with confidence, motioning my fingers between us back and forth.

"That's a pretty reasonable request, I'm sure we can accommodate it." Harry says with a gentle laugh.

"Next time though, so I know...do you...you know...which?" I pull my mouth into a straight line to signal he should get what I'm asking.

Mercifully, he does.

"Versatile. I like either." He replies, his voice is casual, his eyes roam up and down my body.

"I'd absolutely love to fuck you, hard. But I'd never push for it" he says with a sexy grin.

"I'd let you first, if it'd make it easier for you. But we can go with the flow, no expectations..." he reminds me, stepping forward to wrap his arms around my waist.

"You're amazing" I beam up at him, surprisingly comfortable saying it.

He pulls me in for a long, sensual kiss, before pulling my arm towards the bed.