like a silly romance novel (I swallow you down)
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None of this is real, but you're probably aware of that.
Niall/Harry, blowjobs and contemplations of corruption. No plot at all, but possibly part of a longer story now that I've started this?
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"Holy shit, Niall, don't tell me you've never done this before!" Harry says when Niall chokes a little. Niall pulls off with a disgustingly loud sucking noise, face red from the exertion.
"Fuck, it's not like I've had opportunities. Can't risk getting caught now, can I." His face may grow progressively redder, blush spreading down his chest, but he'll stand to it. No shame in it, either. "I, I can stop though. If it isn't any good."
"No, no," Harry sits up quick against the headboard. "I just.. take it slow, ok? Don't, like, worry about. About, like, I dunno, deep-throating or something, yeah?"
Taking Niall's head between his hands, he kisses him softly.
"Just, take your time, alright?"
"Yeah," Niall smiles, "Okay."
He bends back down, taking Harry's cock in his mouth, just the tip this time. It looks beautiful, Harry thinks, all reddish, swollen skin between wet pink lips. Harry runs a hand down his chest and lets it rest on hiw lower abdomen, pressing down softly when Niall sucks around the head and pulls off again. He can feel Niall's breath on his spit wet skin, and he thinks that this should be weirder. Taking away Niall's innocence, like in the silly romance novel Louis reads on the plane sometimes. He wraps them in the covers of more sophisticated books, but sometimes Harry will sneak them from his grip after he's fallen asleep. The heroines in these books are always terribly attractive, terribly inexperienced, and, over the course of it, are terribly corrupted by the roguish, handsome love interest, practically turned into some sort of sex-fiends.
Niall's licking up his cock from the root to the head before sucking him in again, deeper this time. Harry lets his hands travel a bit, over Niall's shoulders, let's one of them rest on the back of his neck and squeeze a bit. Remind him that there's no hurry at all.
Niall's a bit like them, really. Cute and innocent looking, and ready to be corrupted. But when he looks at Harry with wide blue eyes and his mouth wrapped around Harry's cock, Harry doesn't think this is bad at all. This feels purer than anything.
And Niall takes his time now, getting used to the heaviness on his tongue, the taste of Harry, the smell of him. It's good, this, doing this with him. It's not what he expected at all, not like in the porn he's watched, guilt-ridden in his bedroom with headphones on and a fist pressed to his mouth to muffle any sound that might escape.
Harry's hand in his hair doesn't push him down, Harry's hips down buck up, but the little sounds he's making get louder when Niall works his head down a little more, until he can feel Harry's cock against the back of this throat almost, and Harry groans when he swallows reflexively. It's not bad though, not cutting of his air now that he's learned not to go down to much, to breathe through his nose.
"Niall, Niall, 'm close." Harry presses out, voice rasping in his chest. It's harder to hold back, keep his hips from shifting because Niall's figured out how to suck to make the pressure exactly right, and he's finally found some sort of rhythm and Harry doesn't want to disturb him, but, he's, he's sort of in a tight spot now, and, it would be nice if-
Niall doesn't move back, just wraps his hand around the part of Harry's cock he can't reach with his mouth and starts stroking, and sucking and then Harry's hand on the back of his head stops drawing lazy circles and moves back to squeezing the back of his neck tightly, Harry's hips start to move.
Niall sucks a little harder, bobbing his head because Harry's hips are moving ever so slightly now, and this defintely makes things harder. And then Harry's coming, suddenly, and Niall's mouth fills with come and wow, that's really not-
"Don't like everything edible after all." He mumbles and spits on the sheets next to Harry's hip.
Harry rolls his eyes and pulls him in for a kiss before rolling him over to get at his cock. This needs to be rewarded.
"Yay, first blowjob!" Niall sqeaks.
None of this is real, but you're probably aware of that.
Niall/Harry, blowjobs and contemplations of corruption. No plot at all, but possibly part of a longer story now that I've started this?
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"Holy shit, Niall, don't tell me you've never done this before!" Harry says when Niall chokes a little. Niall pulls off with a disgustingly loud sucking noise, face red from the exertion.
"Fuck, it's not like I've had opportunities. Can't risk getting caught now, can I." His face may grow progressively redder, blush spreading down his chest, but he'll stand to it. No shame in it, either. "I, I can stop though. If it isn't any good."
"No, no," Harry sits up quick against the headboard. "I just.. take it slow, ok? Don't, like, worry about. About, like, I dunno, deep-throating or something, yeah?"
Taking Niall's head between his hands, he kisses him softly.
"Just, take your time, alright?"
"Yeah," Niall smiles, "Okay."
He bends back down, taking Harry's cock in his mouth, just the tip this time. It looks beautiful, Harry thinks, all reddish, swollen skin between wet pink lips. Harry runs a hand down his chest and lets it rest on hiw lower abdomen, pressing down softly when Niall sucks around the head and pulls off again. He can feel Niall's breath on his spit wet skin, and he thinks that this should be weirder. Taking away Niall's innocence, like in the silly romance novel Louis reads on the plane sometimes. He wraps them in the covers of more sophisticated books, but sometimes Harry will sneak them from his grip after he's fallen asleep. The heroines in these books are always terribly attractive, terribly inexperienced, and, over the course of it, are terribly corrupted by the roguish, handsome love interest, practically turned into some sort of sex-fiends.
Niall's licking up his cock from the root to the head before sucking him in again, deeper this time. Harry lets his hands travel a bit, over Niall's shoulders, let's one of them rest on the back of his neck and squeeze a bit. Remind him that there's no hurry at all.
Niall's a bit like them, really. Cute and innocent looking, and ready to be corrupted. But when he looks at Harry with wide blue eyes and his mouth wrapped around Harry's cock, Harry doesn't think this is bad at all. This feels purer than anything.
And Niall takes his time now, getting used to the heaviness on his tongue, the taste of Harry, the smell of him. It's good, this, doing this with him. It's not what he expected at all, not like in the porn he's watched, guilt-ridden in his bedroom with headphones on and a fist pressed to his mouth to muffle any sound that might escape.
Harry's hand in his hair doesn't push him down, Harry's hips down buck up, but the little sounds he's making get louder when Niall works his head down a little more, until he can feel Harry's cock against the back of this throat almost, and Harry groans when he swallows reflexively. It's not bad though, not cutting of his air now that he's learned not to go down to much, to breathe through his nose.
"Niall, Niall, 'm close." Harry presses out, voice rasping in his chest. It's harder to hold back, keep his hips from shifting because Niall's figured out how to suck to make the pressure exactly right, and he's finally found some sort of rhythm and Harry doesn't want to disturb him, but, he's, he's sort of in a tight spot now, and, it would be nice if-
Niall doesn't move back, just wraps his hand around the part of Harry's cock he can't reach with his mouth and starts stroking, and sucking and then Harry's hand on the back of his head stops drawing lazy circles and moves back to squeezing the back of his neck tightly, Harry's hips start to move.
Niall sucks a little harder, bobbing his head because Harry's hips are moving ever so slightly now, and this defintely makes things harder. And then Harry's coming, suddenly, and Niall's mouth fills with come and wow, that's really not-
"Don't like everything edible after all." He mumbles and spits on the sheets next to Harry's hip.
Harry rolls his eyes and pulls him in for a kiss before rolling him over to get at his cock. This needs to be rewarded.
"Yay, first blowjob!" Niall sqeaks.