camp cherry | hs

forty four

this man is so photogenic it hurts me

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HANA

"Harry, you need to be careful, I—" I try to warn him of his ribs and what Dr Stone had said, which harry seems to be completely ignoring, however, he simply cuts me off with his tongue again, slipping between my parted lips and battling with my own.

"Please," he whimpers into the kiss, biting my lip lightly and continuing as I moan, my resolve crumbling with every touch, "please, touch me."

Well, how can I refuse that? I'm only human.

My patience snaps and my fingers are quickly working to remove the barriers between me and his soft skin, his shirt flung carelessly across the room and his shorts kicked away. Harry remains in only his boxers as he claims a seat on the edge of his bed and sucks lightly on the skin on my stomach, pushing the fabric upwards until I catch his intention and tug it over my head, my hair even messier now.

He slowly unbuttons my shorts, gently biting and licking my lower abdomen as his eyes stick unwaveringly to my face, assessing my reactions. Once in just my underwear, his hands sneak up to my breasts, squeezing lightly before moving to untie the bikini top, letting it fall carelessly and his pupils dilating until his irises were completely darkened.

He makes no move to remove my pants, knowing there's no point, and rests back onto his elbows, watching my every movement lustfully, his breathing heavy and jaw clenching as I kiss him softly for a few moments. Moving down his body slowly, I purposefully avoid anywhere near his injury as I kiss and nibble lightly. Wordlessly, I slide from on top of him, resting on my knees as my fingers trace the tattoos on his chest, from the butterfly to the ferns on his hipbones; I can't help but continue the movement with my tongue.

One hand flies to the back of my head, tangling in my hair and guiding me towards where it wants me, and I don't refuse as I gradually tug down the remaining piece of fabric, my mouth watering and eyes flicking up to his as his erection is finally freed. His hips are restless and his cock twitches reflexively at the cool air drafting against his bare skin.

"I love you," I state innocently, holding the bold eye contact as I sink his cock to the back of my throat straight away, an obscene moan leaving his lips and my hands pressing against his hips to prevent him from thrusting upwards like I know he wants to, "stay still, don't want you hurting yourself, baby."

"Fuck, you're killing me, please," he whines, his gaze burning into me as I cave, wrapping my lips around his head and swirling my tongue quickly, using my hand on the rest and the other to keep his hips flat to the bed. I moan at the taste leaking from the tip of his painfully hard cock as my tongue traces the now predominant veins eagerly. Harry's hips shift as the noise sends vibrations through his body, ones I'm sure feel so good, if the pleasure I feel just from getting him off is anything to go by.

I push as far as I can, huffing in frustration when I'm still at least two inches from his base, my jaw aching as I work on controlling my breathing through my nose. Once that's down, I simply have to push past my gag reflex, which is much easier said than done, but I reach his base and hum for a few seconds before swallowing sharply, the action making me gag and I inch away. Harry sits up further to make sure I'm alright, flinching at the pain radiating from his ribs.

"I'm fine, please fuck my mouth," I decide to ask, my throat is already sore - might as well do it properly.

"Fuck, open your mouth," he orders, shuffling into a position easier to do as I asked and whining as I follow his instructions, his tip feeling heavy on my tongue. Swiftly, his thumb hooks into my cheek and my tongue instinctively pokes between my forcibly parted lips, entirely ready when he leans forward a little and releases a long string of saliva from his own. Sweet and wet, it drips gradually along my tongue before he allows me to swallow, "call me daddy."