And It's Worth It, It's Devine.

He's wet between his legs already and he wonders if that's normal or not, if the girls Harry's been with before get like that too when they've got him talking low and dirty in their ear. Or maybe it's weird; maybe Niall's weird. Maybe right now Harry's thinking about how easy he is for it, his underwear almost soaked through even though he's barely been touched. His breath hitches and he grinds up against Harry's hand, trying not to let the anxiety overwhelm him.

"That's it," Harry murmurs, "that's it, just like that, so good for me," and he slips his other hand up under Niall's shirt, gently massaging one of his small, pert breasts, rolling his nipple to full hardness between his fingers.

Harry likes girls. Niall's close enough, some of the time.

-CT; saysthemagpie