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"Please don't say anything."
"Lou-"
"Don't fucking speak," I snarled, my breath hitting the skin on his neck that I was glaring into. I took a deep breath, collected my thoughts and lapped my hands on each side of his waist, the sensatio...
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FOURTH ERA:
That evening I ended up staying at Harry's place for much longer than planned. After explaining the whole story behind him and Zayn, Liam was off to the gym, which left Harry and I crawling back to each other under the blanket.
While finally going back to watching the TV show we were there for in the first place, Harry started massaging my back—which soon (somehow) ended up in giving me a hand job. For some people it might have been peculiar, but for us, a situation where I was peacefully laying down between his legs it was completely normal for Harry's hand to automatically find its way down my pants.
Soon after that, I got a text.
NIALL: Elise is coming over tonight *heart-eyes emoji*
ME: Omg!!
ME: Does that mean you don't want me there? *winking emoji*
NIALL: Sorry, bud. You're gonna have to pass. Aren't you at Harry's anyway?
I could feel Harry peeking over my shoulder.
ME: I am. I was planning on staying the night anyway.
I felt Harry's arms tightening around me in the slightest.
NIALL: Wink wonk.
NIALL: Have you considered what I told you?
My heart sped up a little, causing me to slowly lower my phone in position so Harry couldn't see. Niall had been close to spoiling everything right then and there.
LOUIS: I'm taking it slow.
NIALL: ...
NIALL: That's not considering it! I told you, there are only two options. Leave him or take him.
LOUIS: I couldn't do it!! I promise I will take care of it soon.
NIALL: Okay. Just remember that you're taking advantage of him. It's not nice.
LOUIS: I know.
LOUIS: It won't continue.
That same night Harry and I had sex, which made it our third time in one day. Fast recap; In the morning I woke up at his place and realised we had forty minutes spare—we fucked. In the afternoon he came over to mine, mocked me for my bullet point list and made me horny by attacking me with tickles and kisses on the bed—we fucked. And late at night, I started biting his neck because I was—again—horny (and afraid I was going to lose the chance of him giving me cock whenever I needed it)—so we fucked again. Oh, and he gave me that hand job.
