You’re making out with Niall, you’ve been dating for a little while but you’ve only either really snogged and had a little fumble after a few drinks; this time though you’re both perfectly sober. He’s kissing you passionately, his hands eager as they run through your hair, over your clothes, he breaks the kiss, for air, and starts gently nibbling your neck, slipping a hand up your top as he does. He presses himself against you, letting you know how hard he is for you. You let out a deep sigh and he stops, his lips hovering over yours.
Niall: You okay?
His voice is husky with need.
You:Yeah.
Your voice seems to match his.
Niall: I’ve got protection.
His breath is hot against your lips, he’s still pressed against you, you look into those normal blue eyes darkened slightly with lust. You nod, he closes the gap with a kiss that’s deep and desperate.
