Precious | n.s

18!

All I have in my mind is him.
His touch, his words, his soft voice teasing every nerve in my body, challenging my heart to beat even faster
He is a dream 

~ Precious, Quote 18

Harry watches with wide blown eyes at the serene and delicious sight in front of him. His heart racing wildly as he dick throbs in his loose pants.

He makes no noise as he steps into the lavish bathroom and stands near the door. He thinks to himself, he probably looks like a creep watching his husband take bath.

But he doesn't have it in him to disturb Niall. Doesn't want to disturb this image, wants to engraved Niall in his mind forever. He watches his pulse pumping fast as Niall removes his hand out of the water and scrubs it with soap. The foam building up on his wet skin. He watches as his husband runs the water through his head by a hand shower, sitting in the small tub his face glowing as the shadows of the small candles around him fall on his face illuminating his beauty.

He looks like an angel, an angel Harry wants to touch, to feel, to abuse - to ravish.

He watches Niall cup some water and splash it on his face. His eyes follows the dribbling water beads from his face, down his neck rolling down his chest mixing with the water. He stops there, his mind racing as heat pulls at the pit of his stomach from the thought he is naked down below. He is hard down there and it's becoming harder to contain himself. He slowly removes his slack and top, dropping it on the floor.

The sound making Niall look up at him.

Sparkling blue eyes lock with his immediately and he feels the breathe been beaten out of him. The feeling he got when he first ever laid his eyes on him in that cafe and he can't help but stop the love bursting from his chest for his man.

"Harry, what are you doing standing there? Come on in" his sweet Irish voice flow through the air and hits his ear.

And it seems as if someone electrotortured him as he brisks walks to him, nodding his head velemtly as he discards his last piece of clothing. The action eliciting a gasp from Niall as his eyes are now trained down, locked on Harry's thick member

Lust jostles in his heart at the sight of his husband almost panting only by the sight of him and he stands there running his hand up and down his shaft teasing as he watches Niall's eyes follow his every move.

"It's not fair babe, to be here and not call daddy"

The look in Niall's eyes after that statement is everything and Harry cant help himself but move in.

With one move he grabs Niall's neck pulling him up so he is on his knees and smashes his lips on his. He hungrily pushes his tongue in wanting to taste all of Niall and smiles at the moan that spills from Niall.

Small hands grab at his elbows trying to steady himself as they get lost into the battle of their tongues. Harry moves his arms from his neck, gliding his fingers on Niall's wet skin moving down his arms to his waist and then up only to halt. He pushes Niall away as a thin fabric makes contact with his fingers, his early assumption of nakedness bursting.

The fire only roars in his chest at the thin lacy barely there bra stick on Niall's chest as a second skin. He can't help but move his hands down the boobs and holding them. He bounce them, the heaviness of the breasts making him breathe less and he wants nothing more but to put his mouth on them, to taste them.

" Fuck Niall, you're so fucking gorgeous. You're gonna make me a mad man one day"

And as he says his words he thinks he can, only Niall has the ability to make him loose his mind, to make him weak in the worst as well as the best way possible, to make him fall down on his knees and beg for mercy. And he doesn't want anyone else to have this capability, doesn't want anyone to have this right on him,this power on him - only Niall.