Some narry for all narries
Love Me Like You Do
Ellie Goulding
You're the light, you're the night
You're the color of my blood
You're the cure, you're the pain
You're the only thing I wanna touch
Never knew that it could mean so much, so much
You're the fear, I don't care
'Cause I've never been so high
Follow me to the dark
Let me take you past our satellites
You can see the world you brought to life, to life
So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Fading in, fading out
On the edge of paradise
Every inch of your skin is a holy gray I've got to find
Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire
Yeah, I'll let you set the pace
'Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
I'll let you set the pace
'Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (like you do)
Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do (yeah)
Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do
What are you waiting for?
Warm hands are slowly travelling over his lower legs, linger here and there in a sensual manner.
Hands so warm and soft, strong and caring are drawing patterns on hot anticipating skin while they wander over delicate knees, find prominent lines and structures on their way, reminders of accepted defeats.
But they are more than just ropy and angry red scars, more than signs of a lost battle as they stand for a new beginning, stand for hope and the promise of a future.
He wants to memorise every small detail of these imperfections when he gently, so gently touches what stands out against smooth and perfect porcelain skin.
It's a nasty scar that didn't seem to heal like expected and was constantly wet and badly inflamed over months. But he isn't disgusted, isn't turned off like Niall anticipated, the only restricting thought that ever crossed his mind when he imagined them getting closer, doing any kind of sexual stuff that includes being naked.
He should have known better than to worry about Harry being effected by scars.
Has anyone ever been treated better? He highly doubts it.
The way Harry's fingertips are playing on angry red skin that only now starts turning into less aggressive light red let jolts of electricity shoot through Niall's body.
Fingertips that travel over vulnerable areas with exactly the right pressure so that they aren't mistaken as a coincidental touch.
They move up and down in consistent tenderness, draw unnoticeable patterns on expectant skin while they welcome and worship every inch of his legs.
And Niall loves the slow and meaningful touches that are meant to stimulate every single synapse, can't get enough of fingers that are running featherly like over the silky inside of his upper legs.
Harry's effortlessly stirring up his blood as he's taking care of him like he talks, slowly exceedingly slowly.
A whimper escapes his already parted lips when he feels soft lips wandering over the smooth skin above his bellybutton.
Lush and voluptuous lips that are kissing and nipping the soft stomach of the younger man. A lightly pudgy stomach that shows Niall isn't all manly, lean with abs and sharp edges just yet.
There are still more boyish parts that are soft and undefined, yet Harry finds them adorable, enticing and scrumptious, loves to sink his teeth into the soft areas of Niall's body.
When Harry bites into the tempting skin around his bellybutton hot pulsating blood fills Niall's lower region and he shivers in anticipation.
Niall's one hand tugs hard at curly hair while he tries to muffle his desperate moans that he can't hold back anymore with the other hand when his boyfriend tasts the softness of his love handles, sucks delicate skin in and out and out and in for a while until the skin is swollen and bruised and a huge lovebite can be seen.
Sinful lips continue their seductive play, leaving a trace of tingly skin until they get to the line of curly short hair that points straight to Niall's crotch and his red raging erection.
Harry pokes out his pink shining tongue and licks obscenely slow along Niall's happy trail leaving it hot,wet and aroused while his hands that are still exploring and caressing the pale skin of the younger man' upper legs come dangerously close to Niall's crotch.
Niall sucks in the air, his chest heavs irregularly and his heart is pounding in overdrive when skilful hands and a dexterous tongue harmonise their sinful play.
He can't remember that he has ever felt so aroused, heady and nearly out of control
Harry's right hand is almost there where Niall needs it the most.
He feels like crying, feels like prompting the older man to get to the point as desire hits him like an all devouring tsunami, silenting any thought but his need to release.
The memory of talented fingertips is literally burnt into his skin.
His body seems craving any physical contact and melts instantly into loving hands.
Drops of precum glisten on the tip of the blonde's dick while his erection has become painfully hard meanwhile.
Niall's room is filled with moans and whimpers and high pitched pleas not to stop when there's a startling nuisance out of sudden.
"Don't you stop I'm ...." he groans when a impatient voice is demanding to fucking finally get up.
He opens his eyes unwillingly as realisation settles in that once again it was just a dream. Vivid, wet and colourful but nevertheless just a damn dream !
With his boyfriend hundreds of miles away he needs to deal with the outcome on his own.
Author's note
I hope you enjoyed reading this short chapter after the lack of narry in the chapters before.
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