Harry - he held your hand a little tighter, giddy excitement coursing through his veins down one arm, the one that held you, making him close his own smile from widening as he tugged you around backstage. You peered over your shoulder, following him the way he held your hand. He turned to make you stop against him, stumbling a little because he made it so abrupt, smiling down at you, “here’s good, babe,” he kissed the corner of your mouth.
"Okay, someone is going to catch us," you groaned quietly, "someone is going to walk past and catch us."
"They’ve all cleared out for the day," Harry shook his head down, his curls twisting over your skin, "you worry too much."
"Or not enough," you muttered beneath your breath. He slid one arm around your waist and tugged you back when he stepped backwards, into a small niche near the lights behind the stage. He propped you up and moved closer to kiss you, his hands quick to place down over your skin and pat sections, squeeze into your supple flesh with want. He was quick all over you, careful with parts of your skin, the way he bit down around your shoulder before clamping lips, kissing the skin he’d uncovered to uncover more. He stopped for a second when his jeans sounded a thud, hitting the floor, flush against you before he moved into you once, chuckling at your eyes flickering over his shoulder for anyone coming, "we’re the only ones coming here, babe, don’t worry…"
Liam - ”Okay, this is so wrong,” you pushed him a little, with hands wrapping around his arms, fingertips creeping under the sleeves of his t-shirt, “we’re going to get in so much trouble…”
"For what? I mean," you held your body close to him, the buzz of skin wanting skin lingering between your lips close to his, "technically, we’re not doing anything wrong here…" you smiled from under your lashes at his eyes and the way his pupils dilated, "yet…"
"Yeah, but…" Liam rubbed your arms up and down, looking around the room, "I mean, this is Simon’s office… if he comes in and sees us… he’ll kill me, you know? I mean, he could come in any second…"
The photocopier on the other side of the room made a noise, making you turn for a second. Liam rubbed the tip of his nose by your cheek and exhaled over your skin, drawling his lips to yours when you turned back to face him. You kissed upwards, holding your hands either side of his face and grinding closer. You felt the heat from his body radiate around you like a sheen, hands suddenly wanting more, different parts, different the way he held you. His eyes narrowed in a different way, looking after you before he kissed you again, sliding his hands down to cup your ass and squeeze lightly.
"Well, if he really could come in any second," you dropped your top lip under his, watching his eyes gloss over, lidded, "then I guess we better make this quick…"
Louis - you looked up at tiny cracks in the ceiling of the cafe bathroom, that ran along the plaster and fissured themselves at each end. Louis nipped at the skin by your neck, pecking lightly before hardening his lips around the marks he’d already made, hot and red and blossoming wide. He growled and thrust a little harder into you, “we should do this more often, babe… way, way more often…”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingertips disappearing into his hair, “you think?”
"I know so, babe," he looked up in time to find a smirk, rolling his hips the other way around. He tilted his head to the other side, and kissed up to your lips. It felt balmy and hot, sweaty when he leant his hands up to cup your face and hold tightly. You gasped under the way he made you feel, pleasure wrapping a tight knot in your stomach that built with tension and adrenaline, running miles through your veins. You peered over his shoulder, and the sweat that slid there, to the bathroom door, not even locked.
"Maybe we should’ve locked that," you laughed down, holding his face to kiss him before he broke another smile, laughing with you. He caught your eyes and pressed his forehead against you. He lessened his lips back to a smirk again, "now, where’s the fun in that?"
Zayn - you brushed up to the collars of his shirt and tugged them until his hands flickered upwards to unbutton the first few buttons, enough for your hands to spread into his shirt and across his chest, fiddling your fingertips with the skin. You groaned in the small space of the linen closet, “you know, this isn’t the most subtle place…” you murmured, stopping your lips by the corner of his mouth, handling weight into a kiss before you dropped back, hitting the shelves behind you.
"You mean Harry’s upstairs linen closet isn’t the most idea place to have sex? I’m shocked…" Zayn smirked out of the sarcasm, closing his eyes and kissing you again. His hands worked up your back and pulled you to him, before you could fiddle again.
"Very funny," you broke the kiss for your words, leaving a few seconds before it started again. A few face washers fell down next to you from some kind of knocking, hitting your feet when you moved to get closer still. You wrapped your arm up over your head, clinging to the edge of one of the shelves for support, Zayn’s hands down your sides to hold onto you and keep you.
"Just…" he kissed the tip of your nose, "just keep quiet… and we’ll be fine, okay?"
"That’s asking a lot," you whispered, blinking in the dark, "considering how I usually am when we do this…"
Niall - ”you know, when you said you were hungry, I thought we were actually going to be getting food…” you held his eyes when you slipped into the bathroom with him, his hands holding you how you jumped up to sit on the counter. He squeezed your thighs and knocked them apart with one knee, one step to settle his body between them.
"I am hungry," Niall murmured with narrowing eyes, "and we will get food… jus’ in a minute, I’m hungry for something else first…"
You cocked your head back, chuckling at how you found him smirking, “in the bathroom at Subway?”
"Yeah," he rolled his eyes, "where else?"
He found your lips, and you pushed your hands through his hair to hold him to you, scrunching the blonde strands and tugging tighter. He growled against your skin, moving his lips to your neck. He fumbled your shirt up to your chest, tugging on the material to pull it a little tighter around you, a little further off. He drew closer, and scooped your thighs up into his hands.
"Someone could come in at any second," you whispered when he knocked his hand on the counter, hands under your skin.
"I know," he pulled back enough to wink, "makes it kinda fun, doesn’t it?"
