Harry - he slipped his hands down, the heels of his palms kneading into your skin as he rubbed down to the small of your back, burrowing into the dimples at the bottom of your spine. His lips murmured across your shoulder, voice vibrating there where you felt it. He opened his mouth a little, dripping pink lips over your skin until he grazed with his teeth, clamping down on your shoulder and biting lightly, “just relax, babe,” he chuckled warmly, “you’re too tense.”
You smiled under him, “I’m trying,” you murmured with a crooked smile, voice a little muffled with your lips buried in your arms crossed by your head.
"Just try for me," he dropped his lips to your shoulder again, kissing around the plane of skin, knocking your hair to one side and nudging the tip of his nose into your neck, kissing a wet line. He flattened his hands into palms, and nudged down, rubbing into your skin again. He moved, applying pressure with his fingers until he had you groaning, "there’s my girl," he dropped the words silkily, from pink lips hovering over your skin when he leant down again. His body, bare chest and sweats hung down on hips, was lain to one side of you, muscles already shimmering with a fine line of sweat and massage oil, still slick on his palms as he rubbed in circles, to the small of your back again then up, rounding your shoulders, kneading with his thumbs into all the little parts of you.
A moan escaped your lips again when he traced his fingertips down your spine. He chuckled, pressing his lips to each little knob there, “easy, babe, this is just the foreplay…”
Liam - he squeezed into you, palms out flat on your back when he nestled down, laying behind you in bed, the covers around your middle and his, bunched up all crisp and white. You felt a quiet exhale behind you, from his lips parted a little, mouth slightly agape before he burrowed further, stretching one arm down to tease up and down your bare skin, with your t-shirt rolled up to your neck, his hands soothing your skin and muscles too tight, “how’s that feeling, babe? A little better?”
"Yeah," you breathed, smiling. He pressed his lips to the skin he rubbed, applying more pressure, rubbing downward a little more until he reached the small of your back, "feels good…" you groaned when he hit the right spot, "really good, damn…"
He chuckled behind you. He dropped one hand from pressing cold to your warm skin, reaching up to knot your hair around his fingers, swing it over you like rope, dot his thumbs into the blades of your shoulders to ease the muscles, “can’t have my baby with a sore back,” he kissed again, easing up onto one elbow, nestling his cheek by your hair and inhaling the strawberry shampoo, kissing in parts, “now can we?”
You shook your head, not figuring too many words out. His fingers pressed spots into your skin, imprinting the flesh there and you felt the tension unfold, his calloused thumb pads making circles on their way down, keeping up to a pattern, “no, we can’t,” you leant your head a little more against the pillow.
"No, we can’t, baby," he echoed, rubbing harder again.
Louis - you groaned under him, his legs either side of your body and a warm breath hovering above you. The candles around you flickered a little, changing the light in your bedroom, “you know, I’m famous for my back massages…” he smirked, bowing his hands down into your flesh, your back bare, his fingers trickling down your skin like water droplets, pressing into you at the small of your back, circling the dimples there before he moved upwards again.
"Oh, yeah?" You cocked an eyebrow, resting your cheek on your arms crossed.
"Yeah," he winked, leaning down enough to kiss the top of your spine. He circled the spot with his tongue, easing himself up to drip more massage oil in a line down you. You felt the swipe when he started to rub, easing it into you, kneading with the heels of his palms where he worked your muscles, his own bulging a little with the pressure he was applying. He knocked his messy fringe to one side as he rubbed, massaging down a line, up and down, applying more pressure every time. You groaned under him, letting your eyes shut dully, "you liking that, babe?"
"Just a little," you teased, smirking to one side of yourself.
"Just a little…" Louis murmured quietly, rubbing a little harder, slipping his palms up and down, flitting with his fingers near your shoulders. He traced his soft palms down your hips and held your waist, "let’s see if I can’t make that any better…"
Zayn - you tried to chase a few bubbles in the water with your fingertips, catching when they stopped by the sides of the bathtub, popping under your skin when you touched them. Zayn wrapped his palms around your shoulders, sitting behind you in the bath, warm water cascading down your back every time he filled the tiny cup from the cupboard with water and poured it over your skin, rubbing into you with his palms before it all washed away again, his lips hovering over a cluster of bubbles near the nape of your neck, kissing delicately and blowing cool air to brush them away, “relax, love,” he whispered by your ear, leaning closer before he leant back again, his legs either side of your bed, and your’s crossed in front of you.
"I am," you murmured, shutting your eyes for the moment, watching the darkness before you opened them again.
"No, you’re not. You’re all tense," Zayn chuckled, rubbing down your back until his hands disappeared beneath the surface of the water. He grazed with his fingertips along the small of your back before he brought his palms up again, massaging in jagged lines up to your shoulders, a little hunched over because of how you were sitting. You could feel the steam rising from the surface of the water, blocking your pores to where you were blinking under it.
"Just relax for me, babe," Zayn leant in again, catching your earlobe between two soft lips, "can you do that, yeah? Just relax…"
Niall - you felt his fingertips dance along your skin, still catching your breath from sex, swallowing gulps of air that you couldn’t keep still, your eyes half-opening lazily when you turned your head to the other side. You wriggled a little, lain on your stomach, his fingertips tickling your skin, up and down your spine, “so beautiful, babe…” he chuckled by your ear, pecking the lobe before he bit down, taking it with him for a few seconds before he let it drop from his lips, rubbing down to the small of your back and fiddling there for a few seconds.
"You’re just saying that," you joked, muffled voice with your head nuzzling into the pillow beneath you. Niall chuckled again, and swung one leg over your body to drop himself on top of you, rubbing harder into your back, his fingertips a little calloused from guitar strings when he massaged them into your flesh, catching your shoulders then trailing downwards again.
"No, I’m not," he swallowed, meaning it. You let your eyes dull closed again, a deep exhale sounding out into the silence.
"You’re beautiful," he repeated again, massaging your back a little harder with the heels of his palms massaging their way, loose circles that he kept on the way up and down your skin. He palmed your shoulders when he reached them and leant down, his hair in a messy tumble grazing your skin, still in disarray from where you’d been tugging on it, gasping for air as he thrust himself deeper into you. He slipped his palms over your skin, rolling them from back to front, "how’re you liking this anyway, babe? Think I’m ready to turn pro?"
