Niall Blurbs

Wine Drunk with Slow Hands { Narry }

The wine tainted Harry's lips purple, warmth spread from his chest to his toes. A light buzz started in his head and his lips curved into a faint smile. He carefully sets his glass on the table and pick up the Bose bar remote. He pushed play and tossed the remote in the couch, picking up his glass again. He put on his 'vibes' playlist and nurse his way through 3 glasses of wine.

It was a Friday night and Niall was a little late in coming home.

'Babyyyyyyyyyu art you comi home?' Harry texted Niall, working on the fourth glass.

'Soon. Ya doing all right?' Niall responded, pushing pause on the track he was re-listening too.

Harry hummed, setting the glass down. 'Yes. Hury home 💕😘' The letters were swimming a bit and his head was buzzing steadily now.

Niall smiled a bit. 'Almost done, my love. I'll bring home dinner.'

'Yes.' He typed and sent quickly. Food sounded so good. A burger sounded divine.

'Yes?' Niall was a bit confused.

Harry giggled and tossed his phone aside. He laid flat on the couch and just listened to the music flowing through the speakers, probably too loud. But he couldn't find it in him to care (be it the wine or not).

As he was pouring the fifth glass of wine for himself, Slow Hands came on over the the speakers.

"Oh shiit!" He twirled around to look at the speakers. He laughed and took his glass in one hand and turned up the music with the other. He danced around the living room, singing.

Niall parked in the garage and could hear the music before he even got out of the car.

"I've been thinking 'bout it all day, and I hope you feel the same way, yeah, 'cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby." Niall cautiously walked through the door and could hear Harry singing along.

Niall chuckled to himself and shakes his head before singing quietly along. "Slow, slow hands, like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry, no, no chance–" He rounded the corner and paused, going quiet.

He barely noticed the half full wine glass on the coffee table, his eyes were trained on Harry.

Harry was blissfully unaware of Niall watching. He had let his inner hoe come out. His hips were rolling, going side to side, his hands trailed up and down your body, hair flips, dropping it to the ground and slowly coming up.

It didn't matter to him that he was somewhat off beat. "Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin', your plans and those slow hands woo! Your slow hands, ooh, slow hands! WOO!" Harry picked up the remote and yelled out to no one, "And ANOTHAAAA." He restarted the song and picked up singing and dancing all over again.

Every time Harry rolled his hips, or cupped his crotch, or brought it up from a low drop, Niall bit into his lip and adjusted his jeans. Harry gave him plenty of lap dances and had no problem grinding on Niall in their nights out in the clubs. But watching Harry do this for himself, for fun, and to Niall's song. It was endearing and made Niall hard at the same time.

Niall toed out of his shoes and slowly snuck up behind Harry. He gripped Harry's hips, singing along, "No, no chance, that I'm leaving here without you on me, I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin', your plans and those, slow hands, WOO!"

Harry screamed and jumped, turning around to swing a fist before he relaxed. "You son of a bitch!" He yelled.

Niall laughed and leaned in to kiss his stained lips, tasting the wine. "Wine drunk, pet?" He teased, hands still gripping Harry's hips, starting to sway with the music.

Harry giggled and shrug. "Might be." You turned and pressed your ass against him, moving slowly. "How long have you been watching?" Harry asked, Niall's hard on pressed against his ass.

"Through the first dance." Niall hummed and kissed down Harry's neck.

Harry blushed and turned to face him, leaning in to kiss Niall roughly.

Niall's hands trailed down further and gripped the back of Harry's thighs. He jumped a little and Niall picked Harry up, fingers digging into his thighs. Harry bit on Niall's lip and pulled it gently.

"No, no chance, I'm leaving here without you on me." Niall whispered against his lips, not caring those weren't the lyrics.

"I already know that there ain't no stoppin', your plans and those slow hands." Harry giggled back at him, letting Niall carry him to the bedroom.