Harry - you listened to the sound of thunder that hung like a tune in your heart, the same way Harry’s necklace hung down and tickled your bare chest. Each crackling clap sounded when he rolled his hips into yours, buckling down and thrusting further, his strong arms resting either side of your head so that he could cradle you. Rain pelted the window by your bed, the same bed you’d had for years. Harry used his hands to brush hair from your eyes, to keep your gaze for every crack of lightning, every snap of wind in the air, biting his own lip the way that you bit yours, throaty and breathy grunts you were trying to keep in, slipping out so tight and sweaty, the rain draining until you both reached your end.
Liam - his hands rested by your head, his lips dipping down to yours every few seconds, his eyes lighting up and jumping every time that lighting crossed the sky again, almost daylight for another second the way it seemed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, with his length sliding in and out of you, his body caught in place and the sheets around you not quite how they were when you’d started, instead scrunched a little tighter and bound a little messier. He pressed his lips to yours to count down each drop of rain, the tip of his nose nudging yours. You leant one palm up and pressed it to the fog on the window, when you started gasping, his hips colliding with yours, hand slipping down the steam you’d created when you came in his arms.
Louis - he started competing with the speed of the rain pelting down, lashing against the window pane, in your bedroom, almost knocking the glass to break. He thrusted quickly into you, rolling his hips in a circle, speeding. He pressed his lips to your neck to keep the vein from jumping there, thunder clapping again, crackling in the sky, so dark when you managed your eyes. The sound of your breath, heavy and quick, raced the sound of rain on your way to the end. Louis gripped your arms tighter, his chest hollowing out, mop of hair so sweaty that it stuck to his forehead, almost wet like he’d been outside, lightning flashing in time to catch his grin before he lost it, an ‘O’ shape forming around his lips, coming.
Zayn - you bent your legs up more, letting him rest in between them, thrusting slowly into you, the rain slowing a little after an hour. He matched the speed, kissing your lips bit by bit, from one corner of your mouth to the other. He held your hips in his hands, tight enough that he knew he wouldn’t slip, leaning his chest back to keep his weight off you, rolling his hips again and again, the rain a steady rhythm outside that you closed your eyes to listen to.
Niall - his hands slipped down your frame when you rolled over, the rain outside almost a faint buzz, so lost in one another, that you didn’t notice the clapping of thunder, broken in the sky, rolling and rolling, the same way you did in bed, his lips so eager to find your skin, his hips so connected to yours that you felt every second of it, coming closer and closer, and he held you. He hugged you to him, wrapped up in one another, that you couldn’t see how the lighting flashed in the sky, from dark to brightest day. You couldn’t see, when you met your eyes with Niall and came around him, pumping you hard.
