Ashton: He presses his sore lips to yours and lowers your body from the wall, carrying you over to the bed "that was incredible" he smirks, stroking your bruised hip, you nod, still breathless .
Michael: He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, panting hard as his eyes flutter open "we need to start doing this everyday" he mumbles, a hint of a grin on his face.
Calum: "God I love you" he whispers, riding out his climax as his plump lips leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, you lie down against his sweaty chest, panting for breath, your hands pressed over the black ink of his tattoos
Luke: He lets his head fall to your shoulder, panting and tired, he helps you down from the kitchen counter, his hands on your hips as your legs wobble "mm I did you well" he chuckles, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you to the bedroom.
