Harry had turned the TV up in hopes that it would drown out the moans filling the room. He’s pulled you on top of him so your legs are straddling his hips as you move atop him. He’s gripping your hips as he moans loudly, tipping his head back against the pillows as you lean forward on his chest. The phone starts ringing on the bedside table and Harry insists you ignore the ringing. He thrusts upwards and you gaps as the phone starts ringing again. “What?” Harry grunts into the phone as you continue to move above him. “I’m sorry to disturb you sir but we’ve had a few complaints about the noise coming from your room” the clerk at the front desk says and Harry smirks. “You haven’t had the least of them yet” Harry assures the man, slamming the phone down as you come undone and he follows soon after.
