Pure Seduction

You’ve been in this position before, perched on a barstool next to Niall and halfway to drunk, but the air feels different tonight. The way Niall’s eyes land on you feels different.
It isn’t that you never thought of him in that way, in fact you have done so more times than you’d like to count; Niall is fun and funny and sweet in his goofy, down to earth way, and it would have been very difficult to know him as long as you have and not occasionally thought of being kissed or felt up by him. But did you ever think something would actually happen? Of course not. He’s a co worker, a friend, an occasional drinking buddy, not a potential lover. It would make things weird.
And you had seen the girls he went out with, the ones he had his arm around when leaving a club or giving a goodbye kiss before breezing into work, and you couldn’t easily place yourself in that group.
No, things were much more comfortable, much more reasonable, as they were, with you and Niall yelling at the sports match on the tv and laughing at juvenile jokes.
So why was he looking at you like that?
“Do you wanna get outta here?” He leans over suddenly, breath hot and whiskey flavored on your skin. You blink, disconcerted by his sudden and unexpected proposal. He had specifically asked you earlier if you wanted to go get a drink and watch the game with him, and he didn’t mention any other activities. Your gaze skitters away from him as you think it over.
“The game’s not over yet.” Niall is shrugging your excuse away before you even finish your sentence.
“We’re losin’ anyway, and we can turn it on at my place besides.” The way he licks his lips makes your blood feel particularly hot under your skin, and you have to focus hard on telling yourself not to read too much into it. Those blue eyes are very intent on you, waiting batedly for your answer, and with no valid excuse to say no, you finish the last of your drink and take his hand, letting him help you down off the stool.
—-
It’s a quick walk back to Niall’s apartment that he shares with his roommate and friend Harry who you’ve also grown comfortably acquainted with, and the first few minutes of it are full of the usual banter and casual conversation, but then it lapses into that same odd and heavy silence you’d felt back at the bar. He keeps glancing at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, and a couple of times you thought he was on the edge of blurting something out, but he stayed quiet.
“Okay, what is it?” you finally ask him, having had enough. Niall looks at you suddenly, looking for a moment like a deer in the headlights, before his face relaxes and he quirks a brow at you.
“Whatcha on about?” You roll your eyes. Of course he’d play dumb.
“You keep looking at me weird…and you’re kinda quiet. You’ve been doing it all night.” Niall doesn’t say anything to that, only stuffs his hands in his pockets and quickens his pace until you’re struggling to keep up with him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was running away from you. He can’t run very far though, because after only another block or so, you’ve arrived at his building. You’re a little out of breath and annoyed more than that as you come up on his back while he fumbles with his keys, calling his name with no reply.
He holds the door open for you, so at least he’s not planning on completely ditching you, but you’re growing increasingly worried now that it’s become clear that whatever he’s going to tell you needs to wait until you’re in his apartment. By the time you get there, you’ve gone through fifty scenarios in your head, from him telling you he hates you to revealing a life threatening illness, and your nerves are driving you crazy as he clicks his door shut behind the two of you.
“Okay, what? What is it?” You round on him. “Niall, please, you’re scaring me-”
“You look really fuckin’ beautiful tonight and I wanna kiss ya.”
Well…you weren’t expecting that. Whatever it was you were expecting, it definitely wasn’t that.
And he looks completely serious, not a trace of the almost constant humor that can be found in his eyes, so if he’s playing an elaborate joke on you he’s doing an unusually good job at acting.
“I’m serious,” he says as if he’s read your mind, stepping closer to you until he could put his arms around you if he wanted to. And according to what he just said, he does want to. That thought makes you gulp, and you have to look away from him for a moment.
“What…I mean, how long?”
“Have I wanted to kiss ya?” He looks a little amused. “Since we met.” His eyes rove over your face as the breath rushes out of you. “But it’s just gotten worse, every day…” You glance up at him from beneath your lashes, seeing his eyes already glued to your mouth, and you can feel your skin heat up. “Every day I just, I wanted to-” Niall cuts himself off, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, and his hands twitch at his sides, as if he would grab you if he knew he had permission.
And maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s how very handsome he looks in the dim light with his hair left ungelled and soft above his forehead, but you can’t bring yourself to care very much about any consequences, not when the only thing stopping him from kissing you is yourself. You close the gap between your bodies, tilting your face up towards his, and it’s almost funny how bright his face lights up once he realizes what you’ve silently said to him.
Niall doesn’t take the time to ease his mouth onto yours, instead he kisses you so fervently, holds you so tightly that you immediately moan into it and let yourself be carried away. He tastes like the alcohol he’d been drinking and some distant minty flavor, and as your back hits the wall behind you with a thud, it would seem that he’s trying to devour you whole. By the time he pulls away, your lungs are burning and you feel as if the only thing holding you up on your feet is the wall at your back and Niall’s thigh that has come to wedge itself between your legs. His hands are anything but idle on you, swiping over the small of your back and your hips and down over your ass where he grips a couple of handfuls for himself.
“You really had no idea, did ya?” Niall rasps, ducking his head to nose his way under your chin and press his hot mouth to your neck. He squeezes your ass again, grinning against your skin when you writhe in response. “Did ya?”
“N-no.” It’s growing incredibly difficult to be able to think, when his hands are finding their way under your clothes and his mouth is doing its damnedest to leave a mark on your neck that won’t easily fade.
“Course ya don’t.” You hadn’t even realized he’d gotten your jeans unbuttoned but then his hand is inside them, finding the dampened crotch of your panties and pressing his fingers against the soft and sensitive flesh underneath. “Yer fuckin’ blind, aren’t ya?” Accent thick with lust and alcohol, Niall’s voice doesn’t carry any real anger, and as it is you’re too busy pressing your hips forward for more of the friction he’s giving you to care beyond a quiet whimper at his words. “Was right in front of ya, gagging for ya, droppin’ every hint I could t’ink of, and ya never even knew.” Niall slips your panties aside with an impatient flick of his wrist, and the guitar-roughened pads of his fingers slide eagerly over your clit. Your moan is quick and high pitched, your head pressing back against the wall until Niall’s free hand grips you by the back of your neck and forces you into place for him to kiss you breathless again.
And that’s the way you’re found by Harry, shamelessly riding Niall’s hand and letting him fuck your mouth with his tongue.
The sound that Harry makes is shocked and confused and strangled all at once, and it’s enough to pry the two of you apart for long enough as it takes for you to see his jaw hit the floor. Niall seems less than concerned with his roommate’s sudden appearance, but you can feel a burning blush quickly rising up your chest and over your cheeks. Something in Harry’s eyes is incredibly disconcerting, enough to attempt to wiggle yourself away from Niall as much as you can, even as good as his hands and his mouth felt on you.
Before you can even fully process the situation, though, Harry is backing out of the room in a less than graceful fashion.
“T’ought you were workin’ late tonight, mate, sorry,” Niall sounds more amused than anything else, even as his cock has formed an obvious bulge in his pants and he’s been caught with his hand down yours.
“I, um,” Harry focuses all of his attention for the moment on righting the lamp he nearly knocked to the floor in his clumsy dash for the door. “I…” His cheeks are a little pink and he won’t look at either of your faces. “…got someone to cover my shift.” There’s an edge to his voice that tugs at you, just as that odd flash of betrayal on his face had when you first saw him, and watching his jaw clench now gives you an unsettling thought.
“Harry…?” You have a strong desire to apologize, but for what you don’t know. He leaves the room as quickly as he’d come in, not responding to you or the way Niall is cackling softly against your shoulder.
“Whoops,” he mumbles around a kiss to the side of your neck. “Sorry about t’at.” His hands pull your hips up hard against his. “Where were we?”
You tilt your head back to dodge his kiss.
“Wait,” you cast your gaze back to where Harry’s unnerved form had just been. “Don’t you think- I mean…” Niall’s looking at you with very thinly veiled impatience, his fingers already trying to find their previous places on your body.
“What’s t’e problem, babe?”
“I…well, it’s Harry. He looked so…I don’t know, sad.”
“Harry always looks kinda sad,” Niall laughs, his tone dismissive. “You know t'at’s just how he is sometimes. He’s…” Niall’s hand flaps in the air for a moment as he searches for the word in his currently blood starved brain. “Moody.”
“I…yes. I guess so.”
Niall moves back in on you, still erect and ready, but you find it hard to lose yourself as you had before. Harry’s dejected face is plastered behind your eyelids when you close them.
“Alright,” he huffs, finally pulling away from you completely and leaving you cold. “Seriously. What’s wrong? Do you-” he presses his lips together, casting his eyes downward and looking self conscious, a look you’d never seen on him before. “Do you not want t’is, with me?”
“I do,” you respond immediately, because you really do, but not if Harry has a problem with it. It’s enough to be about to fuck one of your friends, you don’t want to lose another one in the process. You tell Niall this, and he rolls his eyes nearly out of his head.
“Harry doesn’t have a problem wit’ us bein’ togedder. He’s probably just tired.”
“Well, maybe he doesn’t want our relationship to change…”
“And t'at should affect me, how? Why should what he feels change my decisions?” He sounds a little angry now, and it makes you feel even worse. You cross your arms and look away, unable to come up with a response to that, and after a few beats you hear Niall heave an almighty sigh.
“We’re gonna settle t'is right now, alright?” He drags you towards the other bedroom in the apartment, where the door is shut and silence reigns on the other side. “Oi! Styles!” Niall’s fist bangs against it a couple of times, and after a minute and some shuffling, Harry’s eyes appear, a little suspicious, from around the door.
“What, Niall?” Niall jabs a thumb in your direction.
“She t'inks ya got a problem wit’ us being togedder.” He says it as if he’s already preparing to laugh the whole ludicrous idea away with Harry, but then Harry doesn’t respond, his eyes quickly finding you, and all at once you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. “Will ya tell her she’s wrong so we can move on…” Niall glances at you, eyes dark and playful, eyebrows waggling. “To ot'er things?” There’s a couple of seconds of pregnant silence.
“Whatever, mate. Do whatever you want. Use protection.” The door is halfway closed again before Niall’s hand appears to stop it.
“But you don’t care, right? Like…” Niall finally seems to catch on to what you were talking about, the forlorn quality in Harry eyes and how he looks at everything in the room besides either of you. “Like…we’re okay, right?”
Again, he doesn’t respond, but instead glances at you, managing somehow to look small and a little broken, and all at once, it hits you.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, your hands rising to your face. “Harry, I…I never knew.”
“Yeah, well.” Harry is suddenly very interested in his fingernails. “I wasn’t exactly holding up a neon sign, was I?”
“What? What didn’t ya know?” Niall looks quickly between the two of you, head swiveling like he’s watching a tennis match and growing more annoyed by the second. “What t'e fuck is goin’ on!” Your throat feels too dry and tight to answer him, and Harry lets out a heavy breath before he squares his shoulders and looks his roommate in the eye.
“I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask her out, Niall. I didn’t know you guys were…you know.”
“We weren’t, not until tonight.” You don’t know why you want so badly to take away that sad crease in his brow, only that it’s killing you to see it there and know it’s because of you. You can’t believe how this night has turned out, that these two men have both in their own distinct ways professed feelings for you. And although not thirty minutes ago you were beyond ready to follow Niall wherever he was planning on leading you, the sad and self-hating little scowl on Harry’s face pulls at your heart in a way you hadn’t expected, and when he tugs his lip between his teeth, it makes you want to kiss away his sadness so badly. "I…don’t know what to say.“
"There’s nothin’ to be said really,” Harry mumbles after a few tense moments. His head nods towards Niall before he shrugs. “He got you first.” But you don’t want to leave it at that, you can’t. You glance at Niall, who looks as lost as you feel, one hand scrubbing over his face before he slumps his shoulders.
“Well, fuck.”
“There has to be something…I mean, we can’t just…” You feel like the idea pops into your head at the same time that it does Niall, and your eyes widen at the unbidden and foreign thought: of being with both Niall and Harry, at the same time. You look at Harry, at his long, lean frame, his soft looking lips and broad shoulders. He was a beautiful man, that was obvious to you from the moment you met him, and had he not been Niall’s friend you might’ve allowed yourself to grow stronger feelings for him. And the knowledge that all this time he’d liked you makes your head feel a little light. You know you wouldn’t have any problem at all with him putting his hands on you.
But then there’s Niall to consider, who narrows his eyes at you, and you believe at first that he’s going to fiercely decline but then:
“It’s up t’ you.” He glances between the two of you, his posture straightening a little. “I want ya bad, ya know t’at now. And now ya know t’at he does, too,” his hand sweeps out towards Harry, who you can just about see the wheels turning in his head. “And if…if ya want us both…well, I’ll take it.” You suck your lip between your teeth and look to Harry, who’s already looking at you, and the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. He steps towards you at the same time you move closer to him, and then his hands are cupping your face as he lowers his mouth down to yours.
Immediately you note the difference between Harry’s kiss and Niall’s. Niall is a relentless force, grasping and brash and a little wild. Underneath his hot skin, he waits impatiently for the dam to burst. Harry, on the other hand, pours himself into his kiss with the same intensity, but he coaxes where Niall demands, pulls where Niall pushes. You feel like you could sink right into him.
Harry’s arms slide around your waist and inch you closer to him, and you instantly feel engulfed. Just as his tongue touches yours, you’re aware of two extra hands spanning your hips, hot and grasping, and the body they pull you back against is hard and unyielding. You pull back enough to see Harry’s eyes, so heavy lidded and now a little unfocused, and the unbridled lust in them makes your panties grow ever damp.
The closest bed is Harry’s, and between the both of them you’re drawn into his bedroom. There, Niall, ever impatient, pulls at your clothes and has you topless before you can realize it, and then he turns you around to face him, tearing you away from Harry to get his mouth on yours again. His hands feel out the skin he’s revealed, his fingers working the clasp on your bra with as much expertise as you assumed he had. You push your hands underneath his shirt, raking your nails through the short hairs on his belly to the sound of his groan, and behind you, you can hear the sounds of Harry shedding his own clothing. Niall kisses your shoulder and lets you rid him of his pants, and beyond that it’s not long before all three of you are nude and admiring each other. Harry pries you away from Niall (something Niall doesn’t like, you can feel in the way his body tenses), getting his hands on your waist and pulling you with him to the bed, and you crawl over him when he lies on his back. You settle right on top of him and press your mouth to his, loving the way he presses you to him.
You hardly get to relish the feel of Harry’s smooth skin against yours when Niall’s hands cup your ass and squeeze, forcing you to moan into Harry’s mouth. Niall’s legs straddle yours, he leans over you enough that you can feel his cock drag along your inner thigh, and his breath rustles your hair when he chuckles at the way you strain to push back against him.
“Ya want my cock, huh?” His teeth sink briefly into your shoulder, Harry’s hands digging into your waist when you pull back from him to look at Niall over your shoulder. His eyes are electric under the blonde wisps of hair. “Don’ worry, you’ll get it.” He smacks your ass with one hand. “But not yet.”
Your back arches, forcing your breasts flush against Harry’s chest when Niall starts to drag his tongue down your spine. Harry sighs and presses his mouth to the fluttering pulse point on your neck, his hips starting to strain up towards you, and as Niall’s mouth reaches the base of your spine, you draw your wits about you enough to kiss Harry’s pouty lips and rub your thigh against the erection that rests heavy and beginning to leak there.
Harry has barely begun to rock up against you in earnest when Niall tugs your hips upwards to get a better angle for him to access your pussy, but you don’t have time to think about it before he’s pressed his face into you from behind. Your nails dig into Harry’s skin and you let out a sound you would hardly admit to later, pressing yourself back for more of his tongue as he laps unabashedly at your slit.
Niall eats you out ravenously, licking and sucking and letting little groans against your skin, spreading you open to get closer to you. Harry’s skin is burning hot beneath you, his cock just barely brushing your thigh still, and you want to kiss him, want to touch him and make him moan, but Niall’s attentions make you able to do little more than press your face in Harry’s neck and moan your pleasure. Harry, for his part, seems to be content to run his hands over you and kiss you wherever he can reach, only shifting to get you to look at him. His eyes train on your face, on the way your lips tremble when Niall flicks his tongue that way, and Harry’s smile is indulgent.
“How does she taste?” He asks, his hands spanning down the length of your back. His voice is so gravelly you feel it rumble against your chest, and it makes your pussy throb even more.
“Like fuckin’ heaven,” Niall pulls back to say, sounding delighted to announce it, and had you had the wits to do it you would’ve blushed. Harry’s fingertips dip into the dimples at the small of your back and trace their way down over your ass.
“I knew it,” his glazed eyes watch your face as he spreads your cheeks further apart for Niall to get better access to you. “I fucking knew it.” Harry raises up and kisses you then, his tongue immediately slipping past your lips and muffling the sound you make when behind you, Niall laughs a little and then gets back to work.
Your roll your hips back against his mouth, sweating and shaking and panting against Harry’s hair when he pulls away to get his mouth on your breasts. You have to raise yourself a little higher on your arms to get them to the level of his mouth, but when you do he latches on to one nipple and sucks like his life depends upon it. It makes you cry out his name, only to have Niall immediately probe your entrance with his tongue and make you moan out his name. It’s almost overwhelming, how both of them go at you at once, and it isn’t a wonder that your orgasm creeps up on you so suddenly.
You hardly have time to gasp out a warning, but it doesn’t matter, because Niall hooks his hands around your thighs and sucks on your clit and swirls his tongue around your entrance with such fervor that you know your orgasm is his intent. It washes over you in long, shuddering waves, one hand gripping the back of Harry’s head and holding him to your breast as Niall eats you out all the way through it and lets you buck back against his face. Harry groans against your skin, his hands kneading at you, and you feel his hips thrusting upwards towards you, his cock needy and leaking. You want it inside of you, you want both of them inside of you, even though you’ve just come down and are struggling to keep your head afloat.
Niall pulls away from you and you whimper, feeling him press a very wet kiss to your ass as Harry’s hands finally let you go. Harry lets his head rest back against the pillow but pulls you down for another thorough kiss that makes your toes curl.
“Ey, quit hogging her mouth,” Niall protests without any real anger, his hands pulling you away from Harry until you’re on your knees and your back is pressed to his front. You immediately turn your head to kiss him and he returns it messily, tasting yourself and that same flavor on him as before, your hands coming up to bury in his hair. He reaches around with both hands and paws at you, cupping your breast with one hand and your center with the other, touching everything he couldn’t get his hands on earlier. You moan into his mouth, arch and buck into his hands, and his mouth curves into a grin against your lips. “Yer so fuckin’ hot.”
“God, Niall…” You tilt your head back against his shoulder as he starts to massage your clit, his cock hard and pressing into your ass.
“Want ya so fuckin’ bad.” So caught up in your pleasure you don’t notice how Harry has shifted to sit up against the headboard until Niall takes your chin in his hand and turns your head to look at him. “And look, he wants ya too.” Harry watches the two of you with eyes so dark you can hardly stand to look at them, stroking his cock slowly in his hand. The sight of it makes you moan, writhe in Niall’s grip, and he cackles quietly in your ear. “T'at make ya hot? Seein’ him tug his own cock cause he wants t’ fuck ya that bad?” You nod emphatically, a whimper leaving your throat, your eyes locked with Harry’s as he twists his wrist on himself and lets out a breathy, choked moan. “And me?” He ruts his cock against you, hard, making your eyes close and your pussy clench. You can feel a damp spot on your skin where his pre cum has leaked onto you. “Are you all wet like t'is cause ya know how fucking bad I wanna be inside ya?” Again, you give a vigorous nod, feeling so desperately horny that you reach back with one hand and find his cock, squeezing around him and feeling him out with a shaking hand all the way down to his balls. His breath hitches and he bucks into your hand.
“Yes, yes, fucking yes, fucking fuck me now.” It comes out more as a keening request then the demand you meant it to be, but it does the trick all the same. Niall all but growls and pushes you down onto all fours so abruptly you barely catch yourself, and when you look up, the first thing you see is Harry’s cock directly in front of your face. He’s gripping the base of himself, and it rises from his fist in a thick, stiff, darkly flushed line, foreskin pulled back and leaking pearly drops from the tip. Your mouth fairly waters for it.
You glance up at Harry’s face, and he looks a little bit wrecked already, so hungry for you that it makes you quiver. The sound of a condom packet ripping behind you makes you arch your back and raise your ass high again, and as Niall guides himself to you with one hand, you take Harry’s cock in one of yours. Harry immediately smooths your hair back from your face and grips it in a fist tighter than what you’re sure he’s even aware of, his eyes intent on you as you draw closer to the swollen head of him. You take a deep breath, Niall thrusts himself home, and you take Harry into your mouth at the same time, and the combination of Niall stretching you open and Harry resting heavy and throbbing on your tongue makes you moan as much as you can with your mouth so full.
You let your eyes slip shut, overwhelmed for a few moments with the combined sensation of being filled, pulled back onto Niall with his firm, grasping hands, and the foreign but intoxicating taste of Harry’s cock. They groan almost in unison, Harry’s head tipping back against the headboard as Niall curses under shaky breath and tightens his hands on your hips to hold you steady for him to pull back and thrust back into you.

It’s hard enough to force your body forward, and you use the momentum to take more of Harry into your mouth, until the hot tip of him brushes the back of your throat. His fingers clench tightly in your hair, you can see the rapid movement of his belly as he breathes, and you roll your eyes upward to watch him. There’s a fine red blush over his chest and straining neck, chin pointing up towards the ceiling and you can feel his fight for composure, the way he stops his hips from thrusting up for more of your mouth.
You let Niall set the pace for you, not that you have much of a choice with how he presses hard on the small of your back and manhandles you into place for him to sink into you. Whenever he pulls out of you, you draw back on Harry until just the tip is between your lips, your cheeks hollowed as you suck on him like a popsicle, and then swallow him down as Niall plunges into you until his skin slaps into yours.

“Yer so fuckin’ sexy…could fuck you forever,” Niall mutters, wide palms kneading your ass and leaving the occasional slap. “You like my cock, eh?” He gives you a harder smack, and you have to let Harry slip from your mouth to take a breath at the sudden sting. “Ya love it, don’t ya?” You glance back over your shoulder at him, the blue of his eyes sharp and intent on you, and as your eyes lock he gives you a particularly rough thrust and your arms shake, fighting not to fall into a useless heap in Harry’s lap. You feel over sensitive already, every nerve ending on fire, and with the nearly ruthless way that Niall fucks you you know you could cum again, and soon.
Harry’s lightly clammy palm cups your cheek and rips your attention away from Niall, and you turn your face into it, letting your eyes slip shut and your mouth fall open as you succumb for a few moments to the raw pleasure of Niall’s cock filling you over and over. You moan, hand shaking as you try to wrap your fingers around Harry’s cock and cease neglecting him, but then Niall hits a sweet spot inside you with such accuracy that you think you see stars. You press your forehead to Harry’s hip, whimpering and digging your nails into his taut thigh, and all the while his erection, wet with your saliva, nudges your neck.
“Fuck, I…” You don’t even know what you meant to say as Niall’s pace grows increasingly hurried, you just hear the slap of his skin on yours, feel his hands holding your hips so tightly you think you’ll bruise. Harry grabs hold of your face again and you’re forced to prop yourself up on your hands once more as he hauls you up into another one of his deep, deep kisses, his tongue sliding urgently against yours. His hands roam over you as far as he can and you moan indulgently against his mouth, pushing your hips back harder onto Niall even as you finally succeed in wrapping your hand around Harry’s cock. Niall grunts behind you, grinding his hips against yours until you pull back from Harry’s mouth and mewl his name.
“Niall, please,” you gasp, breath leaving you in a quick pants, and he doesn’t sound like he’s faring much better when he lets out a breathless laugh.
“Wha’s wrong, huh, sugar?” He punctuates his words with short, quick thrusts, and you would’ve fallen forward against Harry’s chest had Niall’s hands not kept you anchored back to him. “Need more?”
“Touch me, touch me,” you chant, begging him, and Niall seems to take pity on you enough to grant your wish.
His fingers find your clit and slip around it in triumphant but sloppy circles, and it’s enough to make you scream as he leans over your back and hammers into you. You let your head fall down between your arms, sweat dotting your hairline, and Niall lets out a string of short-winded and feverish curses.
“Gonna cum, gonna fuckin’ cum, too fuckin’ tight, fuck, fuck,” he recites against the back of your shoulder, lips and teeth and tongue finding your skin in between the words. When his body stiffens and jerks, he loses all rhythm on your clit, and you let him rock into you as he spills himself into the condom, his cock throbbing inside of you. He lets out a thin and strangled moan, his hands grasping tightly to you and not letting you go. “Bleedin’ Christ,” he mutters with a final sigh, right before he peels his sweaty self away from your back, and you let out a dejected sound when he slips from you with one last weak slap to your ass.
Harry was mostly silent, showing an almost otherworldly patience as he watched Niall cum inside you, but he lets out the most decadent sound when you scramble up and move to straddle his lap. He sounds like he’s been given water after days of thirst, moaning right into your mouth as his hands close around your hips and steady you. Unwittingly left dangling on the edge of orgasm by Niall and drawn to have the beautiful cock you’d been sucking on inside of you, you feel a little frantic, leaning heavily onto him and pressing him back against the pillows and headboard. His hands feel huge when they squeeze your ass and pull until your core comes in contact with the rigid length of him, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.
Niall lets out some quip that you’re too preoccupied by Harry’s mouth to register, but the sound of a condom packet bouncing off Harry’s shoulder gets enough of your attention to make you pull back and let him tear the thing open with fingers almost too eager to do it, and then to reach between you and slide it onto himself. You hold your breath as he holds himself in place for you to sit down onto him, biting your lip hard as you’re finally filled again. He’s not quite as thick as Niall is, but more than enough, and long, so when you’re seated fully on him you have to take a moment to adjust. His patience by now is thin though, and his fingertips dig into your thighs hard as he shifts restlessly beneath you.
He can’t seem to let your mouth alone for very long, swallowing down your high pitched moan when you finally start to move and answering with one of his own. You were so close just minutes ago, and now you feel so full, you know you won’t last long and suspect he won’t either. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and follow his lead as he bounces you on his cock and mumbles against your cheek how amazing you feel around him, how he always knew you would. Harry almost immediately picks up where Niall left off, two fingers pressing onto your clit and rubbing in tight circles as you roll your hips into him.
You cry out his name, eyes clenched shut and fingers wound tight in his hair, already feeling a little sore and a little fucked out and your lips are so swollen from being kissed and stretched around his cock, and your climax hits you suddenly and with full force. You shake and tremble your way through it, moans and curses and his name and Niall’s name all falling from your mouth unchecked, pussy clenching tight around Harry’s cock. You’re still writhing, bucking your hips in his lap on the end of your orgasm when he gives a hoarse, quick little shout and clutches you to him like a lifeline, his hips pressing hard up into you as he lets himself go inside of the condom.
It’s hard to climb off of him when you can’t feel your legs, and so you basically fall onto the bed and subsequently into Niall’s arms, where he had been watching you with glazed and sated eyes.
“I love watchin’ ya cum,” his voice is quiet at your ear, and you turn your face towards him for a long kiss. Harry’s hands soon find you as he slides back onto bed after disposing of his condom, and his breath is still faintly labored, puffing over your hair while he waits for his own kiss. He sighs happily when you give it to him and pushes your hair from your sweaty face when you pull back, and you can’t help but smile at the ruddy, satisfied look he’s sporting as he gazes at you.
“Will we do this again?” He asks suddenly, his eyes shifting over your shoulder to the other man in the bed, who now lifts himself onto his arm as the question hangs in the air. You don’t know how to answer yet. You know your body feels so happily used that you would be hard pressed to say no to another round (after some rest, of course), but the voice in the back of your head tells you this whole situation could spell disaster.
“I want to,” you finally say quietly, and you think you can hear twin sighs of relief from the men flanking you.
“Me too,” Niall agrees eagerly, leaning down to catch your lips in one more kiss as Harry nods. He settles back down onto his back and pulls you up against his side, and you curl up comfortably as Harry fits himself against your back and wraps up one of your hands in his. You feel positively wrapped up, so content and cocooned that you almost instantly begin to fall asleep, and it really doesn’t matter what the future could hold. You’ve never felt as safe and cared for as you do here, and that’s all there is to know.

Notes

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