Meant For Me ❀ Narcel

❀Irresistible❀

N.H.

I didn't get much sleep last night. My brain just wouldn't calm down. I mean, Marcel and I kissed last night! More than once too! How on earth was I going to be able to sleep with that fresh in my head?

Ok, so maybe I didn't want to sleep last night. Maybe I just wanted to watch Marcel as he slept. He kept making these cute little noises and he would scoot closer to my body. He even wrapped one of his legs around mine. It made me feel good, honestly. Marcel felt that safe with me that he was comfortable to lay that close to me.

I probably had gotten about four hours of sleep before I felt kisses all over my neck and cheeks, followed by a giggling Marcel telling me to wake up.

I slowly opened my eyes to see Marcel smiling—and not to mention still giggling—at me. I then noticed what he must've been giggling at; the very noticeable bulge in my boxers.

"Happy to see me?" Marcel giggled more.

I lightly bit my lip then let it go.

"I'm always happy to see you, Marcel."

He giggled a little louder and even had to cover his mouth.

"Want me to help? I mean...I can try to help. Just...tell me what to do," he said after taking his hands away from his mouth.

"Marcel..." I said softly, "I can't ask you to do that..."

I didn't want him to feel like he had to do this because it was him that got me in this situation. It's not his fault that I couldn't stop thinking about him.

"But I want to help. I mean, you were thinking about me, weren't you?" I slowly nodded. "So why won't you let me help you?"

The longer I stalled, the more I wanted to just give in to Marcel and let him help me. But maybe, just maybe, if I stall long enough, my mind will get distracted and maybe my erection will go away.

"I just don't want to feel like I'm forcing—"

"You're not, Niall. I want to do this. I want to help." I let out a deep breath then I just gave into him by nodding. "Just tell me what to do, Niall."

I wanted to start off slow, so I told him to place his hand over the bulge in my boxers. I bit my lip at the contact and resisted the urge to buck my hips up into his hand right then and there. He gasped and then asked what to do next. I told him that he had to slowly move his hand against me. And that's what he did. I gripped at the sheets and let out a shaky breath.

Damn. This seriously felt amazing. Fuck.

"N-Niall?" he asked me after I let out a whine. "Are you okay?"

I let my eyes open and I stared at Marcel. He hadn't stopped moving his hand against my bulge and I nodded quickly.

"It just...feels good, Marcel," I admitted.

He asked me what to do next then. I just stared at him and contemplated if I just tell him to just suck me off. I mean, I was close to my orgasm already. Like fucking hell. Me getting off to thoughts of him didn't make me cum or even have the need to cum as fast as Marcel himself actually touching me.

I ended up not telling him anything. I didn't want to rush any of this. I really didn't. I didn't want to scare Marcel and I honestly didn't want to ruin anything that might happen between us.

"Niall...close your eyes," Marcel whispered.

So I obeyed and I bit down on my lip when I no longer felt the restriction of my boxers against my hard member. I heard Marcel whisper an "oh shit" before I felt his hand around me.