Harry - (listen to this) you tossed your head over the back of the couch when Harry called your name, stepping closer to the where he could roll his palms over your shoulders. He leant down, curls tickling, warm breath to press his lips to your forehead, “what are you doing, babe?”
"Just reading," you held up the book from your lap, “I’m a bit tired, though, I can probably only go another five or six pages…"
"Oh, really?" He smirked to one side of his features, moving to the front of the couch, “that’s a shame, because I…" he smirked down, “I had something planned, but I mean… if you’re tired," he trailed away, turning his body.
"Harry, I’m not doing that…" you groaned, dropping the book to your lap, looking up with eyes wondering why he was trying again. He rolled his eyes at you, not dropping enough to stop smirking, “I told you," you whined again, “I don’t want to… you can go have your little kink fest somewhere else, okay?"
"What if I could change your mind?" He dropped the smirk, hands by his sides, fiddling fingers up into a fist he could scrunch and relax.
"I’d like to see you try, Haz…" you leant forwards a little, book slipping to the floor so you bit your lip to think of the page you’d lost.
"Okay, well I…" he crossed the room, turning, muscles in his back rolling as he pressed a button on the iPod dock, screen flashing to life, “I had to think about what I could do to convince you to do this with me," he turned and smiled, “because I mean, I love you… I love you to death, and I want you to be comfy, babe, so I guess I just… I guess this is the only way," his shoulders hung before he pressed a button, the music swelling to life, loud enough that you had your face in your hands, cringing, “Harry, no," you groaned, “you are not…"
"Oh, yes, I am, babe," he grinned down to his dimples, popping the first button on his shirt, mouthing the lines of the song, “this is how much I love you…"
"Oh, God… I can’t watch," your voice rang, muffled by your hands over your features, until you were peeking through your fingers. He popped the buttons down and tossed his head, curls a switch to one side, as he eased the material open, curve of his abs glistening in the half-made light of the room from a draining lamp. He shuffled himself out of it and let it fall to the floor, rolling his shoulders, tight biceps, smirking again as he popped the button on his jeans.
"Can’t get enough of your love, baby…" he sidled closer, huge hands spreading inside his skinny jeans to ease them down, kicking them off. He thumbed the band of his own boxers.
"You are such a goof, I can’t believe you," you shook with laughter, “this is… wow…"
"You know you love it, babe," Harry grinned, tilting his chin up, narrowing eyes, swivelling the front of his boxers a little, not quite easing them down.
"God…" you groaned, slapping hands down because he’d done it for you and he knew it, “come here already." He smirked in leaning down over your body, arms wrapping bare skin, his lips hot on your mouth to kiss you.
Liam - (listen to this) the front door shook when Liam opened it, so much that you were blinking awake from sleeping on the couch, tired eyes from waiting up for him, “Li-Liam?” You shook your hair out and knotted it into a bun, listening, the sounds of him stumbling down the hallway all out of range until he paced himself into the living room.
"Babe," he gasped, arms out for you, “I… I’ve missed you…" the alcohol on his breath made you bat a hand up.
"Hey, you," you stood up and ran a hand down your face, “sorry, I fell asleep. I know I said I’d wait up for you…"
