Touch Me Softly, NC-17
A/N: for a 1D Kink Meme prompt called Niall/Liam Comfort
Niall knows that screaming fans and constant crowds comes with the job of being in One Direction. He had been warned countless times that it was something he would just have to get use to. But as their van pulls into the middle of a large group of people, all waiting around to catch a glimpse of the five pop sensations, he can’t help the panicked feeling that begins to arise in his chest. It’s not very far to the front doors, meaning that they shouldn’t be in the crowd for too long, but it doesn’t help. Simply the thought of being immersed into the large enclosure of bodies has his breath coming to him in short gasps. For the sake of the boys though, Niall tries to ignore it, giving Zayn a strained smile when he looks at him in concern.
The van stops and security begins surrounding the van, pushing back fans, shouting out orders that seem to be useless over all the screaming. It’s so loud. Paul grabs for the handle of the van, before scanning his eyes over the crowd once more. He looks back to the boys, eyebrows raised.
“Everyone ready?” He asks, already beginning to open the door.
Niall wants to scream to him that no, he’s most definitely not ready, but he bites his tongue. He steps out of the van with the rest of the boys and the fans begin closing in, screaming, chanting, a constant stream of noise piling into Niall’s ears. Security is moving them forward in an attempt to get them into the safety of the building, but soon the crowd is pressed against them. Niall feels himself being jostled and pushed around, screaming girls grabbing at him. He feels a tug to his hair and all of a sudden his hat is gone from the top of his head, hears the rip of his sleeve. He tries looking around for someone, where’s Preston? He swears that the body guard was with him at some point. Not anymore though; now he’s all alone, fans grabbing at him and pressed against him until he can no longer breathe. He feels dizzy and black spots are scattering across his vision; where’s Harry? What about Zayn and Louis? Most importantly, where’s Liam? If possible, Niall feels himself panicking further, and soon he finds himself thrashing about to try and find a way out. He’s gasping for breath -can’t anyone see that he can’t breathe?- and his heart is pounding inside his chest.
He feels a strong hand grasp at above his elbow, and he turns to see Liam. Liam pulls Niall towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and pushing off the fans that continued to cling on to them. He pulls the two through the crowd, his broad body making it easier to move past fans, and soon Niall finds himself sitting on a couch in one of the rooms. All of the boys are there, as well as the body guards, and everyone is checking to make sure everyone is okay.
Harry’s shirt has been ripped open and a red welt is beginning to bloom on Louis’ jaw, meaning that he had most likely been punched. Zayn mainly looks pissed, a little dishevelled with his hair messy and clothes pulled at. Liam has scratch marks covering his bare arm, red and puffy over his pale skin, but he doesn’t seem to care as he sits beside Niall on the couch, rubbing small circles into the boy’s back as he gasps for air.
Liam makes soothing noises into Niall’s ear. “It’s okay Nialler, we’re safe in here. The crowd is gone now, it’s all over.”
But as hard as he tries, the searing pain pulling at Niall’s chest won’t go away, and he finds himself sobbing into Liam’s chest. Why is it so hard to breathe? Liam keeps mumbling reassurances into the boy’s ear as he clutches to him desperately, feeling safer in the confines of Liam’s strong build.
He can vaguely hear Harry in the background. “Well that was a bit hectic. I swear the fans are getting more and more confident.”
There are muttered agreements throughout the room, before the body guards all exit the room, leaving the five boys to themselves. Niall can feel a hand begin to stroke his hair lightly and looks up to see Louis smiling down at him.
“You alright there Niall?” He asks softly.
Looking at the welt on Louis’ cheek, Niall begins to shiver uncontrollably and manages to shake his head. He imagines what could have happened in that crowd. What if it wasn’t just Harry’s shirt that got ripped off, but perhaps his trousers as well? What if Louis had of gotten a black eye, or even a broken nose? Worst of all, what if it hadn’t been a girl’s nails to cut Liam, but a knife instead? He shakes his head back and forth rapidly but it only makes his dizziness and headache worse.
He feels himself being pulled into Liam’s lap until he is curled on top of the older boy. He feels light feather-like kisses being pressed to his hair and Niall automatically begins to calm from the contact. It still amazed Niall, what effect Liam’s lips can have on him.
“Everything’s fine Niall.” Liam whispers softly. “No one got hurt. We’re all okay.”
But Niall feels himself shaking his head once more, finally finding his voice. “That’s not true; you got hurt. Louis got punched for Christ’s sake!”
Liam continues to rub Niall’s back and leave him light kisses, causing Niall to begin to calm down yet again. It’s not enough though, and Liam comes up with an idea. Testing, he kisses the boy’s neck and rubs a thumb along the inside of Niall’s thigh, smiling lightly when he sees the positive reaction he gets in returns. He keeps his hand on Niall’s thigh as he looks at the others.
“Could you guys leave us alone for a bit?” He asks softly.
They all look at him in confusion, until understanding dawns on Zayn’s features. He clears his throat and quickly nods, pulling Harry and Louis towards the door. “Ugh, yeah sure. Just text us when you’re, erm, done?”
Liam nods and watches as the boys leave, lips going to Niall’s neck as soon as the door shuts with a click behind them. He begins rubbing circles on the inside of Niall’s thigh, revelling in the sight of the boy squirming in his lap. He continues leaving small kisses against the younger boy’s neck until Niall turns his face towards him.
“What are you doing Li?” He whispers.
Liam’s hand grazes over the crotch of Niall’s trousers, causing the boy to whimper. “Making you feel better.” Liam’s voice is already thick with arousal and he’s sure that the blonde boy can feel Liam’s half hard dick pressing against his underside. He continues massaging circles into the material of Niall’s trousers. “Do you want that Nialler?”
Niall gives a curt nod in response and moves so he’s straddling Liam. Liam holds lightly to Niall’s hips and begins grinding their clothed erections together, sending quiet moans erupting out of both their mouths. He presses their lips together and Liam trails his tongue across Niall’s bottom lip, to which the blonde boy eagerly opens his mouth wider. Their tongues roam each other’s mouths, twirling together in a dance as they fight for dominance. Reminding himself that this particular time together is to comfort Niall, Liam allows the Irishman to take control. He fingers at the hem of his shirt and moves it up to his armpits before they pull away from each other so Niall can take it off. Their lips connect once again desperately before pulling away to remove Liam’s shirt as well. Liam shifts their position slightly and Niall moans in return, their hips are grinding together more urgently, their trousers now feeling far too tight and uncomfortable.
Liam reaches a hand between their bodies and pops the button to Niall’s trousers open, unzipping the fly before playing with the material. He pulls the boy’s trousers and pants down as far as he can before whispering in a soft voice against his lips. “Lift your arse up babe.”
The blonde boy complies instantly, lifting himself so that the remainder of his clothes hang at his thighs. They move around awkwardly until the articles of clothing are completely off, then Liam’s hand reaches for the base of Niall’s dick. Niall whimpers at the feel, hips bucking into the touch. Smiling into the kiss, Liam begins working his length, wrist twisting expertly as he moves his hand up and down between their bodies. At the head he pauses to rub his thumb across the tip and along the slit, and Niall’s lips leave his own to bite at his collarbone. He keeps at his slow pace until Niall makes a sound of annoyance and begins moving his hips along with the enclosure of Liam’s hand.
Grabbing at Liam’s waistband, Niall groans into his neck. “Too much clothes.”
Liam nods and Niall slides off of him, undoing his belt and manoeuvring the leather material though the loops until it’s tossed somewhere beside the couch. Niall kneels on the carpeted floor settles in between Liam’s legs, pulling down his trousers to pool around his knees. He mouths at Liam’s erection over the material of his underwear, pre-cum dampening and making the grey a darker shade. Liam can feel the waistband of his pants being pulled down to collect with his trousers before the feeling of Niall’s tongue going across the underside of his length causes a loud moan to come tumbling from his lips. As Niall’s tongue begins working the grooves of his dick, Liam has to make several attempts before he is able to grab Niall’s hands from where they clutch onto his hips and pull him back onto Liam’s lap.
He presses a light kiss to Niall’s lips, tasting the salty flavour of himself in the other boy’s mouth. He groans and ruts their cocks together before enveloping his hand around both, jacking them off together. The feeling of their lengths moving against each other, wrapped in Liam’s large hand, has Niall’s breath hitching, moving against the other boy desperately as he clutches on to the roots of Liam’s hair.
“Why won’t you let me suck you off?” Niall gasps out, head falling into the groove of Liam’s neck.
Liam’s grip around them tightens unintentionally, causing them to inhale sharply. “I’m supposed to be making you feel better remember?” He manages to choke out with a hoarse laugh. “Not the other way around.”
The blonde boy’s hips buck, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. “Fuck me then Li.” Niall pulls away to stare at him, both of their eyes blown with uncontained lust.
Liam nods, reaching around Niall to where his trousers are still wrapped around his knees. He goes into one of the pockets and pulls out a condom and a small tube of lube, placing the squared foil package beside them on the couch before slicking up two fingers with a generous amount of lube. His hand reaches between their bodies and underneath Niall, who lifts himself up so he can get a better angle. His fingers begin to play with the edges of his entrance and Niall makes a desperate noise between pink swollen lips, and he presses down against the fingers. Liam slides one finger in, quickly adding another when Niall lets out a moan and begins moving himself up and down, loving the feel of Liam inside him. His movements become quicker and he throws his head back when Liam curls his fingers, rubbing against his prostate. Liam scissors his fingers, stretching and prodding Niall until it’s not enough for the Irishman.
“Please Liam.” He begs. “Fuck me; I’m ready.”
Liam looks at him worriedly, though Niall’s eyes are closed tight. “I’ve only used two fingers though.”
Niall shakes his head and places a kiss to his lips. “I don’t care.” He groans when Liam’s fingers press against his prostate once more. “Want you to fill me up.”
Liam’s dick twitches in anticipation, and he can’t find it in himself to make any protests as he kicks off his trousers the rest of the way. He pulls his fingers from Niall’s entrance, making sure to run his index over the boy’s rim a few times, and groans as he see the smaller boy situate himself closer to Liam’s dick eagerly. Stretching the condom on with experienced hands, Liam slicks up his dick with more lube. He rubs his tip against Niall’s entrance and the blonde boy holds a death grip into Liam’s hair, whimpering as he tries to press down on it.
He slips the head of his dick into Niall, groaning at how tight he is. The blonde boy makes a sound that seems to be both a mix of pain and pleasure, causing Liam to stop moving, waiting for him to adjust. With a moan, Niall begins pushing himself farther onto Liam’s dick. They pull each other into a frantic lip lock, teeth gnashing against one another and tongues messily whipping together as Liam pushes himself deeper into Niall. He stops moving every time the boy straddling his lap lets of a hitched breath, his worry getting the better of him, until Niall moans and urges him on.
Before long, Liam is to the hilt inside Niall, the boy’s heated tightness enveloping his entire length. He waits until Niall has finished gasping but then lets out a desperate moan as the blonde boy begins rotating his hips. Niall lifts himself up until he’s only to the head of Liam’s dick before pushing himself back down quickly, letting out a strained noise as he starts his own pace. His hands leave Liam’s hair to grip onto his shoulders, able to hold tighter as he picks up his pace. Niall cries out every time he takes the entire length, and Liam has never heard anything so beautiful.
Unable to resist any longer, Liam grabs onto Niall’s hips and thrusts into the boy as he’s coming down, meeting each other halfway. He groans loudly as Niall lets out a startled cry, and continues thrusting into him. “Want me to slow down Nialler?” He asks gruffly in between thrusts.
He can feel Niall shake his head quickly. “Feels so good.”
Taking that as an encouragement, Liam angles his thrusts in order to begin hitting Niall’s prostate. The blonde boy keens, head falling to Liam’s shoulder as he begins to shake. Liam can feel teeth against the soft part of his shoulder and his pace automatically quickens even further. A familiar feeling begins to knot in his lower abdomen and he knows he’s close.
Wanting Niall to finish first, he brings his hand between their bodies, sweat and Niall’s pre-cum smearing his stomach, and wraps his hand around the blonde boy’s dick. He begins to fist him in time with his thrusts, and teeth sink into his shoulder blade. Pain mixes in with pleasure and his thrusts become less controlled, he’s so close. He holds off though, determined for Niall to be the first one done.
And he gets his wish because one, two, three pumps later and Niall is releasing over their stomachs, letting out a cry of Liam’s name. The feel of Niall tightening around him and the sound of his name being spoken so desperately through Niall’s lips is all it takes before he reaches his climax as well, spilling into the condom. He continues riding them through their orgasms before slumping back on the couch, Niall slowly pulling himself from Liam. Pulling the condom off and tying it, Liam tosses it to where he remembers seeing a garbage can, and then pulls Niall to him.
He runs a hand through his blonde hair. “Feeling better?” He whispers, a peaceful veil covering the two.
Niall nods his head with a small smile, lifting his face to kiss the older boy. “Thanks Liam.”
“Anything for you.” He says, resting their heads together happily.
Niall knows that screaming fans and constant crowds comes with the job of being in One Direction. He had been warned countless times that it was something he would just have to get use to. But as their van pulls into the middle of a large group of people, all waiting around to catch a glimpse of the five pop sensations, he can’t help the panicked feeling that begins to arise in his chest. It’s not very far to the front doors, meaning that they shouldn’t be in the crowd for too long, but it doesn’t help. Simply the thought of being immersed into the large enclosure of bodies has his breath coming to him in short gasps. For the sake of the boys though, Niall tries to ignore it, giving Zayn a strained smile when he looks at him in concern.
The van stops and security begins surrounding the van, pushing back fans, shouting out orders that seem to be useless over all the screaming. It’s so loud. Paul grabs for the handle of the van, before scanning his eyes over the crowd once more. He looks back to the boys, eyebrows raised.
“Everyone ready?” He asks, already beginning to open the door.
Niall wants to scream to him that no, he’s most definitely not ready, but he bites his tongue. He steps out of the van with the rest of the boys and the fans begin closing in, screaming, chanting, a constant stream of noise piling into Niall’s ears. Security is moving them forward in an attempt to get them into the safety of the building, but soon the crowd is pressed against them. Niall feels himself being jostled and pushed around, screaming girls grabbing at him. He feels a tug to his hair and all of a sudden his hat is gone from the top of his head, hears the rip of his sleeve. He tries looking around for someone, where’s Preston? He swears that the body guard was with him at some point. Not anymore though; now he’s all alone, fans grabbing at him and pressed against him until he can no longer breathe. He feels dizzy and black spots are scattering across his vision; where’s Harry? What about Zayn and Louis? Most importantly, where’s Liam? If possible, Niall feels himself panicking further, and soon he finds himself thrashing about to try and find a way out. He’s gasping for breath -can’t anyone see that he can’t breathe?- and his heart is pounding inside his chest.
He feels a strong hand grasp at above his elbow, and he turns to see Liam. Liam pulls Niall towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and pushing off the fans that continued to cling on to them. He pulls the two through the crowd, his broad body making it easier to move past fans, and soon Niall finds himself sitting on a couch in one of the rooms. All of the boys are there, as well as the body guards, and everyone is checking to make sure everyone is okay.
Harry’s shirt has been ripped open and a red welt is beginning to bloom on Louis’ jaw, meaning that he had most likely been punched. Zayn mainly looks pissed, a little dishevelled with his hair messy and clothes pulled at. Liam has scratch marks covering his bare arm, red and puffy over his pale skin, but he doesn’t seem to care as he sits beside Niall on the couch, rubbing small circles into the boy’s back as he gasps for air.
Liam makes soothing noises into Niall’s ear. “It’s okay Nialler, we’re safe in here. The crowd is gone now, it’s all over.”
But as hard as he tries, the searing pain pulling at Niall’s chest won’t go away, and he finds himself sobbing into Liam’s chest. Why is it so hard to breathe? Liam keeps mumbling reassurances into the boy’s ear as he clutches to him desperately, feeling safer in the confines of Liam’s strong build.
He can vaguely hear Harry in the background. “Well that was a bit hectic. I swear the fans are getting more and more confident.”
There are muttered agreements throughout the room, before the body guards all exit the room, leaving the five boys to themselves. Niall can feel a hand begin to stroke his hair lightly and looks up to see Louis smiling down at him.
“You alright there Niall?” He asks softly.
Looking at the welt on Louis’ cheek, Niall begins to shiver uncontrollably and manages to shake his head. He imagines what could have happened in that crowd. What if it wasn’t just Harry’s shirt that got ripped off, but perhaps his trousers as well? What if Louis had of gotten a black eye, or even a broken nose? Worst of all, what if it hadn’t been a girl’s nails to cut Liam, but a knife instead? He shakes his head back and forth rapidly but it only makes his dizziness and headache worse.
He feels himself being pulled into Liam’s lap until he is curled on top of the older boy. He feels light feather-like kisses being pressed to his hair and Niall automatically begins to calm from the contact. It still amazed Niall, what effect Liam’s lips can have on him.
“Everything’s fine Niall.” Liam whispers softly. “No one got hurt. We’re all okay.”
But Niall feels himself shaking his head once more, finally finding his voice. “That’s not true; you got hurt. Louis got punched for Christ’s sake!”
Liam continues to rub Niall’s back and leave him light kisses, causing Niall to begin to calm down yet again. It’s not enough though, and Liam comes up with an idea. Testing, he kisses the boy’s neck and rubs a thumb along the inside of Niall’s thigh, smiling lightly when he sees the positive reaction he gets in returns. He keeps his hand on Niall’s thigh as he looks at the others.
“Could you guys leave us alone for a bit?” He asks softly.
They all look at him in confusion, until understanding dawns on Zayn’s features. He clears his throat and quickly nods, pulling Harry and Louis towards the door. “Ugh, yeah sure. Just text us when you’re, erm, done?”
Liam nods and watches as the boys leave, lips going to Niall’s neck as soon as the door shuts with a click behind them. He begins rubbing circles on the inside of Niall’s thigh, revelling in the sight of the boy squirming in his lap. He continues leaving small kisses against the younger boy’s neck until Niall turns his face towards him.
“What are you doing Li?” He whispers.
Liam’s hand grazes over the crotch of Niall’s trousers, causing the boy to whimper. “Making you feel better.” Liam’s voice is already thick with arousal and he’s sure that the blonde boy can feel Liam’s half hard dick pressing against his underside. He continues massaging circles into the material of Niall’s trousers. “Do you want that Nialler?”
Niall gives a curt nod in response and moves so he’s straddling Liam. Liam holds lightly to Niall’s hips and begins grinding their clothed erections together, sending quiet moans erupting out of both their mouths. He presses their lips together and Liam trails his tongue across Niall’s bottom lip, to which the blonde boy eagerly opens his mouth wider. Their tongues roam each other’s mouths, twirling together in a dance as they fight for dominance. Reminding himself that this particular time together is to comfort Niall, Liam allows the Irishman to take control. He fingers at the hem of his shirt and moves it up to his armpits before they pull away from each other so Niall can take it off. Their lips connect once again desperately before pulling away to remove Liam’s shirt as well. Liam shifts their position slightly and Niall moans in return, their hips are grinding together more urgently, their trousers now feeling far too tight and uncomfortable.
Liam reaches a hand between their bodies and pops the button to Niall’s trousers open, unzipping the fly before playing with the material. He pulls the boy’s trousers and pants down as far as he can before whispering in a soft voice against his lips. “Lift your arse up babe.”
The blonde boy complies instantly, lifting himself so that the remainder of his clothes hang at his thighs. They move around awkwardly until the articles of clothing are completely off, then Liam’s hand reaches for the base of Niall’s dick. Niall whimpers at the feel, hips bucking into the touch. Smiling into the kiss, Liam begins working his length, wrist twisting expertly as he moves his hand up and down between their bodies. At the head he pauses to rub his thumb across the tip and along the slit, and Niall’s lips leave his own to bite at his collarbone. He keeps at his slow pace until Niall makes a sound of annoyance and begins moving his hips along with the enclosure of Liam’s hand.
Grabbing at Liam’s waistband, Niall groans into his neck. “Too much clothes.”
Liam nods and Niall slides off of him, undoing his belt and manoeuvring the leather material though the loops until it’s tossed somewhere beside the couch. Niall kneels on the carpeted floor settles in between Liam’s legs, pulling down his trousers to pool around his knees. He mouths at Liam’s erection over the material of his underwear, pre-cum dampening and making the grey a darker shade. Liam can feel the waistband of his pants being pulled down to collect with his trousers before the feeling of Niall’s tongue going across the underside of his length causes a loud moan to come tumbling from his lips. As Niall’s tongue begins working the grooves of his dick, Liam has to make several attempts before he is able to grab Niall’s hands from where they clutch onto his hips and pull him back onto Liam’s lap.
He presses a light kiss to Niall’s lips, tasting the salty flavour of himself in the other boy’s mouth. He groans and ruts their cocks together before enveloping his hand around both, jacking them off together. The feeling of their lengths moving against each other, wrapped in Liam’s large hand, has Niall’s breath hitching, moving against the other boy desperately as he clutches on to the roots of Liam’s hair.
“Why won’t you let me suck you off?” Niall gasps out, head falling into the groove of Liam’s neck.
Liam’s grip around them tightens unintentionally, causing them to inhale sharply. “I’m supposed to be making you feel better remember?” He manages to choke out with a hoarse laugh. “Not the other way around.”
The blonde boy’s hips buck, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. “Fuck me then Li.” Niall pulls away to stare at him, both of their eyes blown with uncontained lust.
Liam nods, reaching around Niall to where his trousers are still wrapped around his knees. He goes into one of the pockets and pulls out a condom and a small tube of lube, placing the squared foil package beside them on the couch before slicking up two fingers with a generous amount of lube. His hand reaches between their bodies and underneath Niall, who lifts himself up so he can get a better angle. His fingers begin to play with the edges of his entrance and Niall makes a desperate noise between pink swollen lips, and he presses down against the fingers. Liam slides one finger in, quickly adding another when Niall lets out a moan and begins moving himself up and down, loving the feel of Liam inside him. His movements become quicker and he throws his head back when Liam curls his fingers, rubbing against his prostate. Liam scissors his fingers, stretching and prodding Niall until it’s not enough for the Irishman.
“Please Liam.” He begs. “Fuck me; I’m ready.”
Liam looks at him worriedly, though Niall’s eyes are closed tight. “I’ve only used two fingers though.”
Niall shakes his head and places a kiss to his lips. “I don’t care.” He groans when Liam’s fingers press against his prostate once more. “Want you to fill me up.”
Liam’s dick twitches in anticipation, and he can’t find it in himself to make any protests as he kicks off his trousers the rest of the way. He pulls his fingers from Niall’s entrance, making sure to run his index over the boy’s rim a few times, and groans as he see the smaller boy situate himself closer to Liam’s dick eagerly. Stretching the condom on with experienced hands, Liam slicks up his dick with more lube. He rubs his tip against Niall’s entrance and the blonde boy holds a death grip into Liam’s hair, whimpering as he tries to press down on it.
He slips the head of his dick into Niall, groaning at how tight he is. The blonde boy makes a sound that seems to be both a mix of pain and pleasure, causing Liam to stop moving, waiting for him to adjust. With a moan, Niall begins pushing himself farther onto Liam’s dick. They pull each other into a frantic lip lock, teeth gnashing against one another and tongues messily whipping together as Liam pushes himself deeper into Niall. He stops moving every time the boy straddling his lap lets of a hitched breath, his worry getting the better of him, until Niall moans and urges him on.
Before long, Liam is to the hilt inside Niall, the boy’s heated tightness enveloping his entire length. He waits until Niall has finished gasping but then lets out a desperate moan as the blonde boy begins rotating his hips. Niall lifts himself up until he’s only to the head of Liam’s dick before pushing himself back down quickly, letting out a strained noise as he starts his own pace. His hands leave Liam’s hair to grip onto his shoulders, able to hold tighter as he picks up his pace. Niall cries out every time he takes the entire length, and Liam has never heard anything so beautiful.
Unable to resist any longer, Liam grabs onto Niall’s hips and thrusts into the boy as he’s coming down, meeting each other halfway. He groans loudly as Niall lets out a startled cry, and continues thrusting into him. “Want me to slow down Nialler?” He asks gruffly in between thrusts.
He can feel Niall shake his head quickly. “Feels so good.”
Taking that as an encouragement, Liam angles his thrusts in order to begin hitting Niall’s prostate. The blonde boy keens, head falling to Liam’s shoulder as he begins to shake. Liam can feel teeth against the soft part of his shoulder and his pace automatically quickens even further. A familiar feeling begins to knot in his lower abdomen and he knows he’s close.
Wanting Niall to finish first, he brings his hand between their bodies, sweat and Niall’s pre-cum smearing his stomach, and wraps his hand around the blonde boy’s dick. He begins to fist him in time with his thrusts, and teeth sink into his shoulder blade. Pain mixes in with pleasure and his thrusts become less controlled, he’s so close. He holds off though, determined for Niall to be the first one done.
And he gets his wish because one, two, three pumps later and Niall is releasing over their stomachs, letting out a cry of Liam’s name. The feel of Niall tightening around him and the sound of his name being spoken so desperately through Niall’s lips is all it takes before he reaches his climax as well, spilling into the condom. He continues riding them through their orgasms before slumping back on the couch, Niall slowly pulling himself from Liam. Pulling the condom off and tying it, Liam tosses it to where he remembers seeing a garbage can, and then pulls Niall to him.
He runs a hand through his blonde hair. “Feeling better?” He whispers, a peaceful veil covering the two.
Niall nods his head with a small smile, lifting his face to kiss the older boy. “Thanks Liam.”
“Anything for you.” He says, resting their heads together happily.