He is still smiling while I press my lips to his mouth, catching a little bit of his teeth. It is an awkward kiss at first because he is caught off guard. But then when he realizes, his mouth puckers to meet mine.
It’s starts out as innocent, but quickly turns heated when I open his mouth with my tongue. At this change in mood, we both hungrily press our bodies into each other. He brings both hands up to cup my face, while mine are still grabbing at his muscular back. The pads of my fingers gently caress up and down his back, which I know he loves as he hums his pleasure. He grabs my back-side in his large, sure hands and squeezes while kissing my neck. That drives me crazy.
I am so impassioned while my light caressing turns to nails raking down his back, earning another hard squeeze from him. I moan and look for something that I can squeeze on his body. I bring my mouth back up to meet his as my hands slide down to squeeze his hips…
“Don’t!” he says, abruptly ending the kiss and stepping out of my hands. I am left dazed at this turn in events and my hands are still clutching the ghost of him, with red sore lips. Ugh, what now?
“What now?” I blurt out before I remember that I am trying to be nicer to him.
“I mean, sorry! It’s just…I was getting into it,” I try to amend. He isn’t bothered by it but he suddenly seems upset all over again.
“What happened? What did I do?” I say and he stands there awkwardly trying to cover his hips but making it seem like he’s not.
“Please don’t grab my hip fat like that,” he mumbles and gets quiet, the water is still falling on his back.
What? Hip fat? Since when does he care about that? Since when does he care whether I care about that? I say the first thing that comes to my mind that I thought would make him feel better.
“But…I love your love handles,” I smile and immediately regret it as he cringes at the word 'love handles.'
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” I shake my head quickly. “It’s just…why are you self-conscious about them all of a sudden?”
In all of the time I knew harry, he has always been confident with his body; walking around naked—his penis loud and proud for everyone to see, his hips never being a problem. I even affectionately named his love handles “hip pudge.” My mind flickers back to a moment not even a few weeks ago where I teased him about his hip pudge, saying that they looked 'good enough to eat' and I teasingly nibbled on them just before making my way down to give him head. He loved it.
It’s his turn to look down at my feet.
“I’m not self conscious exactly… but you know the Internet hate I was reading earlier? Well, it all started when there were photos posted of us at the pool… and well.” He bites his lip and looks out the shower glass again.
“A lot of people were calling me fat… particularly talking about my love handles.”
“Oh!” I say with surprise coloring my voice. I let out the breath that I was holding.
“Oh… I’m sorry that you read that, Harry” I say, still a little hesitantly. Usually, it is him comforting me about my weight... so I don’t know what to do with this role reversal.
Usually, I would cry into his shoulder while he tells me exactly what I want to hear: how I am the most beautiful woman in the world and he loves every curve and blemish. He would kiss me anywhere that I was self-conscious about and whisper, “I love you” while we made love. He would make me feel like the only woman in the world to him as fire exploded between our two, perfectly imperfect bodies.
Being in the public eye really is hard for sensitive people like Harry.
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Fanfiction"He begins running his face under the water. While he is doing this, my eyes are instantly drawn to his broad back. The way his muscles move under the tight skin of his shoulder blades. The curvature of his spine and the deep dimples at the bottom...
