A Slide Into First ➵ narry

Chapter 11

Niall said it with Harry’s lips against his throat. Melting into the mattress with eyes screwed shut. Fingers digging into Harry’s back with fevered want. Hips canting up. Voice gasping with desire.

“I want you to fuck me,”

Harry had to stop for a second, frozen against Niall’s shoulder. His mind was racing and he honestly thought he had misheard so he pulled his head back to look into Niall’s eyes with an eyebrow cocked.

“Please. Just, I want this now,” Niall almost begged.

He couldn’t help himself then, Harry started giggling. Niall looked up at him with terror in his eyes until Harry realized he was sending off the wrong message.

“No, just, shit. I just thought you’d never ask, is all. God, Ni, I’ve wanted you for so long. Wanted you all to myself,”

Niall’s smile returned as he pulled their lips together again. Harry really wasn’t quite sure what to do. He knew that Niall wasn’t exactly experienced, and anyway Harry never really did much of the topping in his and Carl’s relationship, but his sister and mom were out and Niall was laying on his bed waiting and he didn’t really think he wanted to hold out much longer. Luckily he didn’t have to take the first move as he soon heard the familiar clank of metal and the slap of leather as Niall’s hands were at his waist, undoing his belt. And it was as Niall started to palm Harry’s dick through his boxers that Harry realized how badly he wanted it.

Harry quickly rolled off and peeled away his jeans and boxers. He scurried off the bed, throwing his clothes in the corner, and went to his bedside table to look for everything he needed. Through a bit of (frustrated) digging he found the bottle of lube and box of condoms that he had been praying he kept stocked, throwing himself back on top of Niall.

“Okay, I promise to take it easy, alright? Tell me if anything’s wrong,” Harry said.

“Harry…” Niall started to say.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry rushed out.

“It’s just… you’ve forgotten to take your shirt off,”

“Oh, fuck,” Harry mumbled as he pulled it off, throwing it in Niall’s face, “You happy?”

“Hey, it’s my first time getting properly fucked! I want the full Harry Styles experience,”

Harry shot him an impossibly smitten look and reached up to pull down the sweatshorts Niall had left on. His cock sprang out of its constraints and Harry just smiled, learning over to lick up its side. He had to remind himself, though, that they had done that countless times before. Nearly every night that the two spent together, somebody had ended up with the other’s cock in his mouth. It’s not like that wasn’t great, honestly it was amazing, but there was something new to explore and Harry was ready for it. He reached over Niall’s leg to grab the bottle off the bed, helping a copious amount of lube onto his finger. He figured that they could deal with the mess later, he just didn’t want Niall to ache. Too much.

“Okay, Ni. This is probably going to feel… weird. So just bear with me. If anything at all…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell you if it’s horrible. Let’s just get going with it already. I’m dying up here!”

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled as he began to trace kisses along Niall’s thigh. He loved this most of all, because the higher he got on the leg the less Niall cared about sensual bruises blooming over his skin. Harry liked to leave those casual little marks, hidden under the safety of Hanes and the soft bands of Niall’s pants. He liked to plant little reminders for when Niall was alone in the shower and horribly missing the time they spent together, forever feeling lips ghost across his skin.