Setting your plate in the sink, you walked back towards the table where Harry was sat on his phone since he finished his chicken pasta you made for dinner before you had.
"What do yeh' wanna do?" He asked, clicking his phone off, setting it down on the table.
"I'm fine with anything." You spoke.
It was a lie. You defiantly had ideas in mind, but you could tell by his dropping eyes he would be to tired to do anything physical tonight.
"Cuddle?" He suggested, stretching his arms behind his head.
His tattoos showed under his sleeve that moved when he stretched. His muscles contracting with the movements of his arms.
His white tee-shirt clung to him snugly. His red and white stripped lounge pants matched perfectly.
The pressure between your thighs that you felt since Harry had walked in from the studio two hours ago only seemed to grow when he started to mess with the rings on his fingers out of habit.
You bit back the want to practically beg him to take you right there in the kitchen.
"Cuddle?" You spoke, trying to get your mind elsewhere.
He nodded and smiled, standing up. He took your hand and lead you towards the bedroom.
Laying down, already in what he would sleep in for the night, he opened his arms and let you snuggle into him.
"Missed yeh' today." He spoke, burying his head into your hair.
His arms were around you, one hand tracing patterns on your thigh while your legs were tangled with his.
"Missed you too." You smiled.
You mentally cursed him and his wandering hands. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Yeh' know, 'm not that oblivious baby." He spoke, his hot breath hitting your neck.
"What are you blubbering on about?" You teased.
"Know yeh' in the mood I mean." He chuckled.
"No I'm not." You scoffed.
Harry was sleepy, but that didn't mean he wouldn't tease you, and tonight that was not what you wanted.
"Tell yeh' what, if yeh' admit you're sexually frustrated, I'll help my girl out, yeah?" He spoke, moving his body to lay on his side. "Sound good?"
Now you were biting back a moan from his words.
"Don't fucking tease me." You hissed.
"Won't." Was the only word that left his mouth as it connected to the crook in your neck.
His hand crept to your stomach, pushing up your shirt as he made his way up.
"Yeh' gonna admit it or not?"
"Fuck. Alright fine. I'm horny." You huffed.
"Good girl." He chuckled. Pressing a kiss to your neck.
"Aren't you tired?" You asked, a breath hitching in your throat as his thumb ran over your bra.
"Absolutely busted my love. I'll help yeh' get there though. Yeh' just gotta do a lot of the work." He smirked against your neck.
A whimper left your lips when he gripped your shirt.
Leaning up, he tore your shirt over your head, his fingers quickly messing with the button on your jeans.
You helped him take off his tee shirt, which resulted you being left in only a bra and underwear, and Harry in his pants.
"Need yeh' in my lap baby." He said between kisses.
You both moved and within seconds you were straddling him. His back up against the head board.
His curls were somewhat messier from when you pulled the shirt over his head.
His green eyes locked with yours before traveling down your body.
"So fuckin' hot." He groaned, leaning his head back a little.
This caused you to roll your hips down on him, in hopes of getting him ready quicker.
A sharp intake in breath showed you that he was fully turned on.
A hand unclasped the back of your bra, his fingers trailed down your arms while helping you take it off fully.
Pressing a kiss on your collar bone, your hand went to his air to edge him on.
"Help meh' get my pants off." He huffed.
Your fingers quickly went for the top button, and he bucked his hips up into you so he could get them off easier.
Pulling off his underwear after, he sat back down on the bed, helping you climb back into his lap.
The kisses seemed to get deeper, his tongue filled your mouth as you released a moan.
His fingers hooked into your lace underwear, pulling them a bit while you were still engaged in kissing.
Helping him get the last article of clothing off of your body, your hands found the nape of his neck.
"C'mon love." He spoke.
Lowering yourself onto him, a moan escaped your lips as you finally got what you needed.
Rocking your hips back, he let a moan out himself before bucking into you more when you moved forward.
"Fuckin' hell." He spoke. His eyes were closed, hands gripped your waist while yours stayed on his shoulder to steady yourself.
Rocking yourself on his hips, it didn't take long before you felt the small knot in your stomach start to form.
"Harry..." You spoke, your breath seemed to hitch each time you rolled back into him.
"Close baby?" He moaned, his hips pushing up to get more of the contact he was now craving.
"Know the way yeh' clench 'round me sweet girl."
These words seemed to put so much pleasure in your body that you couldn't keep up a steady pace of rocks.
His hands started to move against your back, guiding you to a steady pace so you could both reach your highs.
Your head fell into the crook of his neck, where you could hear whimpers and curses falling from his pretty pink lips.
"I'm close." He choked out.
Those were the only words you needed to hear to let yourself go.
Practically yelling his name, a feeling of pure pleasure washing over you as he continued to help you keep a pace.
"F-fuck." He moaned, and you knew that he was reaching his high by the small moans that left his lips for the next few seconds.
You rolled off him, thanking him.
"Yeh' don't need to thank me. Let's get Yeh' cleaned up yeah? Then 'm goin' to bed." He smiled, rubbing his arm on your back.
