Wet Dreamz ➸ Narry

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Harry picked at his lips, running his thumb and pointer finger over the pink flesh as he watched Niall do his homework.

Today he was in a plaid muscle tee, black skinny jeans, and high tops. He looked incredibly ravishing today. Well he did everyday, but you know what he means.

Oh God, when Niall wears those muscle tees, Harry can't help but stare at his pale muscles. He wanted nothing more than to run his nimble fingers over the curves and dips of his glorious arms that flexed deliciously as he wrote on his paper.

And when he wore skinny jeans. Fuck, his ass looked completely out of this world. Harry just wanted to grab it, smack it, jiggle it, spread its cheeks and dip his tongue in to devour it like its his last meal.

Harry always thought Niall's hole would be tight. A very pretty shade of pink too, like his lips.

Harry's eyes widened when realizing his thoughts.

Stop that, he scolded himself. Quit thinking that type of stuff you nasty.

But Harry couldn't help it. He really liked the boy and he couldn't help but have these naughty thoughts towards him. Its been like this lately, with the sexual daydreams. Maybe three weeks now.

At first, Harry was admiring Niall's heart and mind, always thinking about how sweet he is or how funny he is. But now, he was admiring his body, and damn, did he have a magnificent one.

He loved Niall's porcelain complexion and the muscles he had. You could tell he worked out at least two days a week. The boy may be short, but he was strong. He wasn't buff or anything, but you could tell he cared about his figure.

Harry thought about Niall in the gym, panting and sweating profusely. Then he thought about Niall underneath him, panting and sweating profusely.

Hmm, would he be a screamer? Would he babble incoherent words or just moan Harry over and over again? Would his pretty little eyes flutter shut or would they roll to the back of his head?

A paper airplane flew into Harry's view, awakening him from his dirty thoughts. He looked over at Niall, seeing the boy giving him a curious look then he opened the note shakily.

hey you okay? you look out if it

yeah i'm fine, just thinking about what you'd look like as i drive my cock in and out of you

But Harry couldn't say that. No way. So he wrote:

i'm fine:) thanks for asking tho

But Harry was so not fine. He was sporting a boner. Again.

God, he hoped Mr. Sanders wouldn't call on him.

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Harry moaned as he watched Niall suck him off, running a hand through his blonde luscious locks as encouragement and tightening his grip when Niall ran his tongue along the vein on the underside.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that" he groaned, throwing his head back on the pillow. Niall moaned around him in reply, keeping his eyes locked on Harry as he moved his mouth up and down at a rapid pace, hollowing his cheeks for more suction.

Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head, creamy thighs clenching around Niall's head, but Niall grabbed his hips to push his lower body down, taking complete and utter control. The said boy began to fondle with Harry's balls as he deep throated him, his throat fluttering around Harry.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna-"

Harry sat up quickly, sucking in a sharp breath of air. He looked around the room frantically, flinching when sweat rolled down his forehead and into his eye. His body was covered in buckets of the bodily fluid, along with the feeling in his groin hard and awake. Harry groaned, rolling his eyes and throwing off the duvet, seeing his member hard and standing tall in his pajama pants.