hotel room 108 [narry au]

like the first time

chapter twelve

N.J.H.
The drive to wherever we were going was quite torturous. Harry was going on and on about how he'd been waiting for this day. Throughout his soliloquy he was getting slightly hard, as was I. Hearing him so frustrated and desperate made me so excited for the night to come.

We arrive at a castle-like hotel in record time, Harry grabbing my hand and basically doing half of the running for me. We look like mad-men dashing into the lobby, with our coats half on and our figures oddly arranged.

"Hi," he breathes, "Can we--I uh room 108 please! It's reserved under Styles!"

I wonder why he seems to be sounding so whiny and desperate in public until I realize he has a completely grown friend in his tight jeans. I feel myself tingle at the sight of his boner, but shake it off and try to remember everything Louis told me not to do during sex.

"Yes yes," the lobby attendant says, "How long is your stay going to be?"

"Just one night," I say quickly. She hands Harry the key and I'm being dragged to the elevator soon after. We wait there, antsy to get to our room and get on with things. Once Harry hears a ding I swear his eyes bulge and he has my arm again.

The elevator door shuts and the only sound audible is our breathing.

"Harry..."

"I can't fucking wait this long for the 25th floor."

The wind is knocked out of me as he pins my shoulders to the elevator wall and presses his smooth rosy thin lips to mine. All sounds in the small space are muted and the world around me disappears as Harry finally kisses me. Suddenly all the days I'd been waiting all fade away as it turns out, it was worth the wait. His sinful mouth against mine feels like velvet and smooth dark chocolate on my lips. The only feeling pulsing through my veins is pure ecstasy.

I kiss back so desperately I feel like a teenage whore. Harry just makes me react so differently when we make contact like this. Maybe it's the fact that he's younger than me but is so dominant and has this authorial aura around me.

When I feel his tongue poking at my teeth, the elevator door opens and we see we're finally on the 25th floor. I can barely think or walk straight as Harry pushes the door to the room marked 108. He shuts the door with his back and spins around, slamming my back against the wall.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day," he growls, gripping my hips and pinning them to the door, which was getting quite a beating. His lips are on mine again, though this time he works his tongue in my mouth. I run my hands across his chest and rip his button-down shirt open, seeing a couple buttons fly off to the side.

"It's just a shirt," he mumbles while shaking it off, picking me up, and carrying me through the large suite. Harry bought a huge hotel room for us but part of me can't even focus on the room; just on Harry's raging hard-on.

He kicks the door to the bedroom open and drops me on the bed, climbing on top of me and gawking at me.

"God what?" I whine, fidgeting as I try to make myself comfortable. He only smiles and leans down to kiss me again,

"I dunno, you just look nice like this, with the moonlight blaring through the blinds and all."

We both laugh and he takes the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He throws it to the side and leans in to kiss me again, this time a bit gentler as he unbuttons my jeans. Everything Louis taught me is suddenly reappearing in my train of thought and the first thing on the list is blowjobs.