Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

16. Firsts

After Harry and Greg left the bar to go back to Greg's place, Harry was so eager and excited he could hardly think straight. Holding Greg's hand, Harry speed walked down the dimly lit city streets and to a building that looked awfully familiar. Could it be? No it couldn't be... but it was. It was the Zete building.

Harry felt a pang of guilt stinging in his stomach as they reached the back steps--steps where he had sat and cried on Niall's shoulder over Louis not too long ago. Louis. Fuck, just thinking about Louis was making Harry's boner go down. He couldn't think about that, now. Louis rejecting him, Louis picking him to act in the play -- it was all just so cruel, so tantalizing. It was as if Louis knew how interested Harry was in him and was just messing with him purposefully, teasing him without any intention of ever actually getting with him.

No, fuck Louis, Harry thought. He was spending the night with Greg, and Louis would not be getting in the way of that.

Leaning forward, Harry grabbed Greg harshly by the hips. Harry locked eyes with Greg, the blue color glimmering beneath the overhead light, and pushed him roughly against the front door, kissing his neck passionately.

"Let's get inside, Curly," Greg breathed, nearly moaning. Harry nodded, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth curled into a devious smile. He took Greg's hand and followed him upstairs. One, two, three flights of stairs. They were on the fourth floor -- the Zete floor. Fuck.

As soon as the apartment door opened, Greg rushed Harry to his bedroom, the first door on the left, and began taking his shirt off. Harry followed suit, ripping ravenously at his own shirt and pants until he was fully naked.

Greg was naked now too, and his chiseled body looked like something out of a sports illustrated magazine. Harry started to feel a bit embarrassed in comparison. Harry was fit, yeah, but not as fit as Greg, whose arms rippled with dense muscle and veins. Maybe he should have been hitting the gym more.

Greg, however, had no problem with Harry's body, and didn't hesitate to push Harry onto the couch, their naked bodies grazing against each other. Greg started kissing Harry, sending small chills down Harry's spine as he realized it was finally fucking happening. He was finally going to have sex with a guy -- and not just any guy. A hot , beautiful man named Greg with a six pack and big blue eyes and a sexy beard. Fuck.

Without warning, Greg cupped Harry's balls, causing him to moan softly. Harry gripped Greg's back in response, his fingernails digging into the hard, muscly flesh beneath him. Smiling sexily, Greg stopped kissing Harry and began to work his way down, kissing his neck, and then moving down to his chest, his stomach, and finally his hip bones, leaving soft purple marks in each area.

Greg then grabbed Harry's shaft, sliding it into his mouth and suctioning it harshly. Harry moaned and tugged at Greg's shaggy hair. "Fuck," he breathed. "So good." Greg continued to suck, deepening the blow job with every stroke until Harry felt ready to explode with desire. He had received his fair share of blow jobs before, but nothing quite compared to this.

When Greg finished his work, he slunk back up to Harry, smiling at him. "Ready?" he asked, reaching for a condom on the dresser. Harry watched as he slid it on, the tan rubber stretching across his massive dick. Greg had to be at least 9 inches, slightly bigger than Harry's 8 inches, and Harry swallowed nervously as he realized what was about to happen.

He wanted it. He so wanted it... but, was it going to hurt? Would it be painful? Should he tell him this was his first time?

"Hey, um. Do you have any lube?" Harry asked anxiously, toying with the bracelet on his wrist.

"Of course," Greg replied. The muscles on his back contracted as he fished around in his drawer, and he came back up shortly after with a bottle of KY jelly. Strawberry flavored.