A Touch of Cinnamon ✓

f i f t e e n | tabitha and papaya

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Niall leads Harry up to his flat, fingers entwined together, before pushing the door open. He looks over his shoulder at Harry, who is anxiously watching Niall's every move.

"You okay?" Niall asks and Harry nods, following Niall into the flat. Niall leads Harry back into his bedroom, Harry refusing to let go of Niall's hand.

"We don't have to do this, I have no problem waiting," Harry says softly as Niall shuts the door, though why he felt the need to do that he doesn't know.

"I know. I want to, though. Do you?" Niall asks, his hands resting on Harry's shoulders as his thumbs gently caress his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah, I want to, just been a while," Harry whispers, surprising Niall.

"How long?"

"Um...I was eighteen the last time, and I'm 23 ...I can't do math right now," Harry breathes out, making Niall smile. It warms his heart to know that Harry is nervous, too.

"We don't have to go all the way," Niall tells him and Harry nods, agreeing to that.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good," He mumbles, Niall smiling before pulling Harry in for a soft, sweet kiss that makes Harry's toes curl and his body flush with heat.

Niall tugs on Harry's blazer, slipping it off his shoulders so it crumples on the floor. His nimble fingers work on the buttons of Harry's shirt, popping them off much quicker than Harry was expecting and soon, he's completely topless in front of Niall. His fingers slip underneath the hem of Niall's shirt, grazing his skin, and the two disconnect just long enough for Harry to pull the shirt off.

They both eye the other, unable to focus on anything but each other, and then Niall remembers all the scars littering his torso and immediately moves to cover himself, but Harry stops him by placing his hands on Niall's arms.

"You're so beautiful," Harry mumbles, his heart swelling as a light blush dusts Niall's skin, loving that he may have the same effect on Niall that Niall has on him.

Niall's worries dissolve a little, but the thoughts of the scars and the men who put them there are still lingering in the back of his mind as Harry presses a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Right back at ya," Niall says and they both smile before they're kissing again, Niall walking backward until he falls down on his bed with an 'oof', letting his mind be taken over by Harry.

Harry's lips separate from Niall and reattach on his neck, making their way down his chest, before paying special attention to his hardening nipples. Swirling his tongue around one of them, Niall whimpers slightly and threads his fingers through Harry's hair, tugging on it just enough to emit a low sound from Harry that sends blood rushing to both of their dicks

Harry presses kisses to the sensitive skin as he pulls down Niall's jeans, leaving him in just his dark boxers, before leaning up to get a look at Niall on the bed.

Harry leans up when a black mark catches his eye.

D14, right on Niall's hip.

"Niall?"

"What?"

He's panting, his lips glossy and swollen and skin flushed, and Harry can't help but watch in awe as Niall squirms slightly. He drops the subject of the tattoo, opting to stare back down at Niall's body, noticing the scars and the small piece of ink that litter his otherwise flawless skin.