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Anecdoche:
a conversation where no one is listening.

We were sprawled out on one another-- Niall relaxed in between my thighs as we involved ourselves in a snog. The familiar dominance of Niall's tongue fighting against mine as he hovers over my body.

It lasts like this for minutes until Niall rubs his growing length against my limp one through the confinements of his skinnies, already signalling what he desired.

I was swift to protest. Pushing Niall away from me as I shake my head repeatedly causing Niall to give me a slight grin.

"I'm not in the-- in the mood, Niall," I stammer a tick when Niall begins rubbing himself against me for any sudden friction.

He only smiles, tutting at me before grasping my own manhood in his larger hand causing me to let out a small and surprised gasp at the movement.

"I'll handle that babe," he murmurs before undoing my joggers with his hands.

I let him. Ignoring the burden and voice repeating in my head to stop Niall and talk to him about his behaviour as well as the current, unwanted separation between the two of us and all of Niall's mates, because whatever made Niall content was all that matters to me really.

So instead of pushing Niall off, I grant him tact allowance to grasp my member in the palm of his hand to set a pace as he coaxes me to entire hardness from the rhythm of his hand. Rutting into his enclosed fist in the simultaneous pattern he set.

"I take it you're in the mood now," Niall cheekily says. A whimper sounding from myself as he removes his hand from my now hardened cock. The loss of contact.

I'm only able to nod pathetically. Grasping my own length into my palm to finish the task, but Niall slaps it away murmuring mine very possessively before he begins to remove his bottoms.

I thoroughly observe him from where I laid stripping out of his leaden coloured denims then the burgundy hood I always seem to borrow from him when he isn't around.

Then Niall crawls to me once he removes his briefs as well-- tossing them to the side with my own on our cabin floor.

He doesn't say too much when he fixates his balance on both his knees. Tapping my legs so I could move them to a position where they make space for Niall.

He nor I seem to mind once he demands me to turn over to lie on my stomach, whimpering when Niall smacks my arse with his hands, kneading the soft flesh in his palms soon after.

My cock only hardens more causing me to rut against the linens on Niall's mattress earning another smack that erupts a rather loud moan from within.

"Niall, please," I turn to face him over my shoulder, giving him a small pout to in which he adorably coos at. Lifting my chin to press his lips against mine.

He pulls away first. "Be patient baby," he utters. "Patient for daddy, yeah?"

Niall voices between a breath of laughter whilst my cock manages to harden more at the word daddy.

I could work with this.

"Yeah," I moan, nodding my head repeatedly. "I'll be patient for daddy."

I only hear a groan from Niall before I feel his hands separate me so he's able to rim me properly-- tongue licking wide stripes against my bundle of nerves roughly as sempiternal, loud moans sound from me at the sensation.

I could never grow bored of this.

Niall develops a faster speed. Tongue licking then sucking relentlessly at my rim as he spreads my cheeks further apart. Feeling his nose brush my nerves slightly, a louder moan erupting from the action.