Harry:
Harry hovers over you, looking at you with that gaze you love so much. He kisses your neck softly, while his hands glide over your body. With quick, skillful thrusts, he moves inside you. Normally, just being this close to him is enough to make your heart race, to completely lose yourself in the moment — but today, something feels different.
You feel him moving inside you, hear his quiet breaths, and sense his lips occasionally brushing against your skin, but your thoughts are elsewhere. They drift away, even though you don't want them to. You try to focus on the sensations, on Harry and the rhythm of your bodies, but something is holding you back.
Your head is full, thoughts about the day, about everything you still have to do, keep pushing their way to the forefront. You feel stressed, not really in the moment. Still, you try to enjoy it, but the usual wave of pleasure that takes over you isn't there today.
Harry moans your name, his voice deep and husky, the kind that usually makes your knees weak. You don't want to disappoint him. You can tell how close he is to his climax. You want him to believe it's like always. So you breathe faster, tense your body, and let out a moan louder than you actually feel.
When Harry finally stops and collapses next to you, breathing heavily, he smiles at you, but something in his eyes tells you that he felt it too — that he knows something was different.
"Everything okay, babe?" he asks softly, a hint of concern in his voice. His hand searches for yours, and his thumb gently strokes your knuckles. You nod quickly, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah... everything's fine," you mumble, but you know it doesn't sound convincing.
"Then why did you just fake your orgasm?" he asks, and you look up at him, startled, unable to say anything.
Harry raises an eyebrow slightly and sits up. "You don't have to fake it, you know? You can talk to me. I know sometimes it's harder for women," his voice is calm, loving. "I don't want you to feel like you have to pretend."
His words hit you, and for a moment, you feel guilty, but at the same time, relieved. You take a deep breath, rest your head on his shoulder, and feel him hold you close, as if telling you that everything's alright.
"I'm sorry," you whisper finally. "I... I just wasn't fully there today."
Harry presses a kiss to your forehead and looks at you lovingly. "You don't need to apologize. Just let me know next time if you're not in the mood. I want you to feel good — not just me."
You nod and quietly apologize again.
Liam:
Liam hovers over you, his hands firmly placed on either side of your body as he looks down at you with that gentle smile you usually love. His movements are controlled and steady, and you can feel his closeness, the warmth of his breath on your skin, but today, something feels different.
He moves inside you, each thrust precise, as always, yet you can feel your thoughts drifting elsewhere. You try to focus on the moment, on the sensation that usually consumes your whole body. But today... today you just can't seem to let go.
Your mind races with thoughts about everything you need to do, the worries you can't shake. The stress with your best friend. It's hard to stay in the moment, but you don't want to disappoint him. You know he's trying, and you can tell he's getting closer to his climax. You start breathing faster, tensing your body, and when you see he's almost there, you let out a loud, convincing moan.
Liam reaches his climax, and as he finally collapses next to you, breathing heavily, you immediately sense something is off. His forehead is slightly creased, his jaw tight, and he avoids eye contact. The atmosphere, which is usually filled with tenderness and closeness, suddenly feels cold and distant.
