Harry - you felt his curls brush your cheek, “come on, babe, everyone else is asleep anyway, they’re not gonna know…”
"Harry, no…" you chuckled at his effort, turning into him when he bled one hand along your cheek, warming the skin with his palm there.
"If you say yes," his voice thickened by your ear, "I’ll do that thing you love when we get to the hotel…"
"Alright, let’s do it," you whispered into him, your smile alighting his when he threaded his hand around yours. He helped you stand, stepping over your things as you slipped into the aisle of the plane, letting him lead you to the toilets. He helped you in first, kissing your neck at the sound of the door locking, his hands already dancing along your hips, holding you against the far wall, his body folding in to have you.
Liam - ”We’re gonna get caught,” Liam shook his head down a little, raising one hand to rush the stubble across his cheek, looking over when you smiled.
"Just relax, we can do this," you nodded forwards, murmuring in your seat with him.
"Okay," he exhaled, rounding his shoulders and sitting up, "we just need to time it right and…"
"Hi," the flight attendant bent down next to his seat to startle him, "you guys need any refreshments at all? Something to drink?"
"No, no," Liam jumped before he could himself, "we’re fine, we’re… we’re fine, thank you."
"Okay," she stood, and left again.
"There’s no way we’re doing this," he turned and murmured into you, brushing the tip of his nose along your cheek, "no way…"
Louis - ”Alright, so count to thirty,” you whispered close to him again, a little jumpy with the idea already. You stood up quickly, “meet you in there,” you mouthed, winking before you turned. You slid along the aisle and made it to the bathroom, turning again to peer over before you slipped inside.
You leant against the sink to wait for him, the seconds ticking into minutes as your brow furrowed. You checked your watch after five minutes, opening the door again and sidling your way back to your seat. You sat again, quickly, “hey, what gives, babe? I said thirty seconds, not thirty minutes, you know…”
"Sorry," Louis groaned, burying his head down into your shoulder. He chuckled softly, hushing his voice a little more, "the stewardess kept asking me if I wanted salted peanuts, I think she’s onto us…"
Zayn - ”So…” his fingertips slid along your thigh when you wriggled in your seat, “we’ve got a good five hours ahead of us…”
"And…" you smiled, leaning into him. He did the same, leaning his jaw along your neck where he slid before he turned in to kiss the skin exposed from your shirt a little open.
"And maybe we could… you know," he nuzzled into your skin, "make the most of the time…"
You cocked one eyebrow, surveying him, your voice low, “seriously?”
"Yeah," he peered into your eyes, "what? It’s always been a fantasy of mine. Besides, it’s me, babe…"
You caught his smirk and kept it, “meet me in there in two minutes.”
Niall - ”Shh, babe,” he chuckled by your ear, holding you up to the tiny sink with lips chasing your neck and the sweet spot he kept kissing after, “you gotta be more quiet, okay? You’ll get us kicked off the plane…”
You pushed his chest, smirking, “me? What about you?”
"I got moves," he shrugged with one shoulder before he kissed your lips again and held the moment for a few seconds, sliding into you with your back pressed to the mirror and his hands guiding your hips to keep him.
"Sure do," you breathed, and wrapped your palms around his shoulders, leaning in before you buried your head there, biting down on the material of his shirt to keep yourself from moaning out loud. You inhaled the scent of his fabric, his cologne, swirling in the confined space you were settled in, "fuck…"
