Sex Therapy

Ch. 4 - The First Pay

"We'll be done in a moment! He's crying and he doesn't want you to see him!" Harry shouted, feeling alarmed because he was that close to getting caught. Oh, just imagine...imagine if Niall hadn't locked the door in the first place. Harry would have lost his job, gained a bad reputation and he would drown in extra debt due to lack of a job....all because he cannot keep his dick in his pants.
"Oh, okay then." Farrah leaves, returning to her errands. If she's honest, she thought that was odd but chose to brush it off. Harry sighs from relief while Niall laughed as if that was the funniest shit ever.
"The fuck are you laughing for? We could have got caught." Harry shuts Niall up by thrusting upward suddenly. Niall gasps because he had forgotten that Harry is inside of him still. Then he moans, placing his head on Harry's shoulder. "Please....just...let's just finish." He's desperate to get off and so is Harry; he begins fucking him again at a fast pace. They don't have much time left and Farrah is likely to come back.
"Want me to finish you off?" Harry holds on tightly to Niall's hips with his hands, squeezing on the soft skin and feeling the bones underneath. Niall's  body is perfect, slim...zero body fat. The tattoos intrigued Harry as well but now he's focused on coming inside of the tight asshole.
"Yes, Dr. Styles. I want to cum....make me cum. Please, please, I need to cum." Niall whines then pants, causing a spot on Harry's chest to be warm. Harry never thought that he would be so turned on by a man's begging for release...out of nowhere, he felt like it was his duty to comply to Niall's needs instead of his own. Originally, Harry wanted Niall badly. He wanted to have sex to the boundless amount with such a gorgeous man, in order to satisfy himself and from the spell of no sexual activity.
The plan was to focus on himself.
But being the person that he is: thoughtful, considerate, putting others' needs first and always listening...which are perfect skills for a therapist. Therefore, he was perfect for the job.
Due to his skills and his characteristics, the tables had turned and his goal is to make Niall happy. Even if that means making sure that he comes first or perhaps he needs a kidney.
Harry is willing.
So he placed one of his hands on Niall's  dick, jerking him off again so he could cum immediately. "Cumfor me, Niall. I bet your boyfriend doesn't fuck you like this. Does his cock feel like this?"
Niall just got a burst of tingles and he loves it. "No, Dr. Styles...you are bigger and better....shit." He hops slightly, riding Harry yet trying to allow his dick to be stroked properly. He's squeezing his eyes shut and they begin to hurt. He can't help the way his body is reacting, chanting quietly on Harry's right shoulder. "Uh! Uh, fuck, uh, Dr. Styles, fuck, fuck!" He's on the verge of tears when warm come shot out, spilling upon Harry's stomach. "Goodness...oh wow." Niall laughs, then his breaths came out shaky because he's still sensitive. Realization hits him then he continues riding Harry since he didn't the chance to come. It was hard and painful, riding the semi-monster of a cock, keeping the composure and ignoring the sensitivity. Harry leans back further, enjoying the ride and loses himself. He already made Niall happy and now it's his turn.
"Fuck, yes....faster, babe. You can do it. Ride my cock, Niall." He whispers in case of Farrah being nearby.
Niall goes faster and his legs shakes. Maybe he can't handle it or maybe he has to come again. Harry isn't going to wait any longer to find out. All it took was extra thoughts to motivate Harry. His cum splashes inside the cavity, nearly spilling out and leaks down his cock. "Oh, fuck...that was amazing. Quick, but amazing."
Niall stops riding, and rests finally, laughing some more. "You have a nice cock. I didn't expect this but I liked it." He shares, looking into Harry's green eyes. Both of them are smiling at each other, feeling the highs of orgasm. Harry doesn't feel much of his hangover anymore. Niall on the other hand, he's pretty sure that he likes cock. He just now labeled himself as bisexual.
"I have to go...and you have to clean up, I see." Niall stated, giggling as he stood. How can a man still be so adorable after he has just been such a naughty man a moment ago? Harry gestured to a tissue box on the table so Niall could clean himself. Harry does the same, grasping a few tissues to wipe the wet sins off of his stomach and dick. He shudders from sensitivity when his hand comes in contact with his dick but he shook it off, knowing that he has to straighten himself up.
It didn't take long to get the clothes back on. Harry checks in the mirror on the wall, fixing a few strands of his hair. Niall does the same, then double checks his appearance, tucking in his shirt a bit more.
"Oh wait. Hold on." Niall reaches in his pants' pocket then pulled out a wallet and searches for something. He takes out a hundred dollar bill, giving it to Harry. "That's for you." He smiles, putting the wallet back in his pants.
Harry stutters because...
"I thought you already paid for the session through debit...with Farrah. You paid through Farrah, right?"
"Oh yeah, I did but that....that can be like, your tip or whatever. Please accept it. I enjoyed the sex so much and I felt like owing you that." Niall didn't even let Harry respond to that. He gave a pat on the back to his therapist then left, unlocking the door and opening it. Harry is astounded, with mouth open and furrowed eyebrows.

He just got paid.....for having sex.