Preference 291 - It's Been A While

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Harry - hands fitted under your shirt like nothing had changed, against the kitchen counter where he couldn’t wait any longer, lips drawing patterns against your skin with a tongue tracing the lines, hungry. You bucked up to him, groaning, your clothes already unnecessary, so you hurried out of them when he did the same to his t-shirt and jeans, tossing them down the hallway as he pressed you against the wall, feet on the floor. He bit his lip as he stilled himself against you, “God, babe…”

"I know," you breathed, "it’s been too long."

"Way, way," he chuckled, throatily, "way too long," he traced hands down your backside to your ass, holding you like that as he eased himself in, tossing his head back, eyes closed, when the relief hit.

Liam - he rested weight on his elbows in bed, dipping his head down to kiss your neck slowly and trace a line where you both knew he was heading. His hands held your hips as he worked, biting his lip when he stopped for a second, feeling you spread beneath him, “feels like it’s been forever,” he joked oddly, chucking quietly when your eyes flashed upwards in the dark of the bedroom. 

"We’ll get back into it," you murmured quietly, pecking his shoulder before resting your lips on the slope of skin, softer when you couldn’t see it, only feel it. 

"Yeah," he breathed, dulling his lips by your ear, wriggling a little to fit with you the way you always did.

Louis - his breathing quickened and that meant something to you, the way his face changed, lip biting, struggling with getting used to it all over again, his arms tense and expression set the way he caught your eyes, moving on top of you, “come on, babe,” he grunted, out of effort above anything else, thrusting in to feel you the same way you felt him, “you’re so tight for me.”

"Fuck, I know," you panted, wrapping your hands around his arms, starting to lift up like your back arching. Eyes shutting tightly when it happened like before, when you drew back, scrunching your toes up from everything he did to you.

Zayn - lips quick, too quick for how slow you were peeling your shirt off, against the wall where he had you, hair knotted from your fingers through every single strand imaginable, breath hard and fast like his hips against you before he sent jeans down his legs, shorts down yours. He held your hips on the way in to keep you from rocking to one side or the other, steady for him, and he caught your eyes and kept them as he rocked in again and again, “too long,” he groaned, culling in his top lip when he slowed enough for words, “too damn long…”

"Right there," you could only gasp, short of breath, shrinking into the plaster because he wanted it that way, remembering every kick, every jump, every knot twisting along the way.

Niall - reconnecting the way your hands came together, plunging a combined fist into the mattress as he worked you, over you, groaning every time he went into you. It came like a gasp of air that you’d both been waiting too long, “let’s never let it go that long again,” he hammered out each word, like a thrust with spaces in the middle, “never,” he made out, “again…”

"God, I couldn’t wait any longer," you bucked up, almost chuckling at how long it had been, before his hands lifted you up into sitting, chest to chest with him.

"Me neither," he smirked, hugging close to you, eyes glistening, "me neither…"

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