Can You Feel My Heart?

15: He Looks So Perfect.

WARNING: Smut scene that has made this chapter restricted. Read at your own cost. DO NOT comment if this isn't your thing. No one asked you to be here. Leave whiny bitch. 

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"Hello?" Niall called, gaining no response. He was freaking out. Here he was, standing in the darkness by the front door, no one in sight. The laugh didn't sound like Harry's... so who could it be?

 "Calm down Ni, it's just me." Harry said, flicking on the light next to him on the kitchen bench.

"Oh," Niall breathed out in relief. What if it was someone else? What if it was Harry's Father. 

"Oh? You're 5 minutes late and all you can say is oh?" Harry darkly says, stepping forwards to his boyfriend who was shaking in his boots, yet still staying in the kitchen area. 

"I thought you were someone else... I was scared." Niall shrugged, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a glass out of Harry's top cabinet. 

"You're five minutes late, Niall." Harry scolded, and Niall watched a dark glint form in his eyes. 

Not wanting some punishment of sorts, like being spanked by Harry's hard hands, he smushed his lips to Harry's, lazily throwing his arms around his neck. The kiss became more heated, Niall moving his body up against Harry's since he was taller. Harry threw off his blazer, getting rid of the horrid, constricting piece of clothing and throwing it carelessly across the room, supposedly landing on his couch but it falls and stays on the floor. Niall reaches for his pants and pulls out the belt, throwing that away also. Harry reaches for Niall's pants and unhooks the belt and pulls down his jeans in one swift motion, the jeans gathering at his knees. 

Niall walked out of his pants, pulled Harry's completely off, trying his best to keep his lips attached to Harry's. It was difficulty to do, but Niall managed perfectly. 

"Bedroom." Harry said breathlessly against Niall's lips, picking him up and carrying him in the direction, only to his hip on the corner of the counter, forcing Niall to hop off. Niall stood back, unbuttoned his shirt slowly, looking Harry in the eyes the whole time and he said lowly, darkly;

"No, here." 

Niall pulled down his boxers, leaving him standing there naked as Harry slowly pulled down his tight fitting boxers, the material getting caught up in the front near his manhood, making him squirm to pull them down. Now Harry was only in a white shirt. 

Niall pushed Harry down against the counter, his back firmly against the white marble counter top. Niall pulled his shirt open, exposing his tattoo littered torso, ripping off a few of the buttons. He reached up, straddled Harry, looked down and guided himself onto Harry's hard dick, hissing through his teeth from the pain. Maybe he should have prepped first. 

"Fu— Ni— shit." Harry grunted, staring between their bodies, watching his cock disappear into Nialls bum. He couldn't have loved the sight more. 

Niall kept his face trained ahead of him to help ignore the pain, but as soon as it subsided, he was Harry's dirty whore, moaning and whining for his cock. Pushing himself up and down, his hands planted firmly on Harry's lower abdomen, just above his sexy v-lines, using his muscles to manoeuvre his body up and down. 

"Niall, you, my fuck." Harry cursed, repeating similar things over and over again. Harry simply could not get over what Niall was doing. Sex in the kitchen? Niall riding his dick? Since when has his innocent younger boyfriend been so naughty?