LIGHTHOUSE // a harry styles au

ten

"Oh my god, Harry."

The words were barely bit out between your teeth, wave after wave crashing over you as you came around him.

"You're gonna make me come," he panted as he pumped his hips into yours.

He caressed your skin with his hands and admiration, panting into your neck beautifully, words kissing your skin between the real kisses he planted upon your neck and chest. A curse, a praise, an encouragement - all slipping from his lips as you met his tender thrusts with a subtle roll of your hips. You watched him as he came undone, completely enthralled.

Closing your eyes, you breathlessly reached up to pull your hair up and away from your neck. Your skin was clammy even with your sheets pushed down to the foot of your bed, and your chest was rising and falling steadily as you relaxed into the mattress.

"You're amazing." Harry's lips grazed your neck as he spoke, his warm breath caressing your skin once more.

You tangled your legs together despite your sticky skin, his body heat doing nothing to help the situation. But you would take the sweat over separating from him.

Harry pulled you with him to lay on your sides, situating himself so that his chest pressed against your tummy, his face tucked beneath your chin, his arms wrapped around you, your ankles interlocked. Every part of your body pressed to his, the hair on his thighs tickling you in time with the gentle teasing of his fingertips along your spine.

You hummed softly, your hand falling from your hair to push up into the back of his instead.

You felt him breathe you in, no effort on his part to be discreet. His body elongated against yours in a stretch, his arms simultaneously pulling you closer. You scratched at his scalp with a sigh, melting into him further.

It was late; later than it should have been on a sunday night. The moon was full and bright, shining into your room like a soft spotlight.

Harry hadn't left since your date three nights ago. You went to pick up Billy, who was now laying in her dog bed next to your side, and you got ice cream, sharing a pint in bed before Harry stayed the night for the first time. Sweet, shy smiles were exchanged as you brushed your teeth, and seemingly nervous chuckles slipped up your throats once you were back in bed. But he pulled you close, and kissed you so deeply that you couldn't help but fall back into that bliss with him again, his hips sinfully pumping into yours.

You had set up shop in your living room the next day, both of you quietly tapping away on your computers throughout the morning, drinking coffee while you worked from your couch. There was something about just casually being in the same space as him like that. You didn't have to be talking constantly, there was a understated comfort of him just being next to you.

It was nice having him around. It had been so long since you shared a space with another person like that. You had thought that maybe it would be more of an adjustment for you - but it wasn't. You fell into an easy contentment with Harry that you couldn't have anticipated. You liked having him around, doing mundane things and working next to each other, eating dinner with him and then getting into bed with him at night. You liked that he ran errands with you over the weekend, you liked that he asked you to take Billy for walks with him, you liked the way he came up behind you in the morning to wrap his arms around your waist as you made coffee. You liked everything.

"What are we gonna do tomorrow?" You chuckled softly as you twirled his hair in your fingers.

His sigh was so heavy you could feel it against your belly. "It would probably be good for me to go back to mine for a couple days, yeah?" He smoothed his hand up and down your side, gliding across your skin until he found purchase on the outside of your thigh.