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Narry - Safe

Harry parted his lips enough for Niall’s tongue to slip through and let them mesh together. Niall’s hands rested on Harry’s hips, his hips massaging over the bone that stuck out slightly.

They kissed for a bit more before Harry got up and lead Niall to the bed, straddling him again and kissing down his chest and across each pale hip that was littered with scars.

He took things slow, unbuttoning Niall’s jeans and pulling them down to his ankles enough for him to kick out of them.

He looked up at Niall as his fingers ghosted over his boxers; Niall nodded his head giving him the silent okay and gasped when his cock was set free. Harry wrapped his hand around the base, pumping it up and down slowly trying to get a moan—something out of Niall.

And to his delight, Niall slid down a bit, bucking his hips up into Harry’s hand, small whimpers and pleads falling from his lips.

It didn’t take long for Niall’s hand to tangle itself into Harry’s head of curls, rubbing his scalp as Harry wrapped his lips around Niall, hollowing his cheeks around him. He’d never done this before, but with the sounds that were coming out of Niall’s mouth he thinks he was doing at least an okay job.

Harry popped off him and looked up noticing how Niall’s face and chest flushed simultaneously. But of them want more but neither of them know how or what to ask. So they kiss for a bit more, and it’s nice Niall thinks, he likes this, he likes Harry.

But Harry can feel his cock thickening to the point that its so uncomfortable and he needs to do something about it. “D-Do you- I get if you don’t.. I don’t’ want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, love” he said, leaning in to kiss Niall’s temple.

“D-Do you have a condom?” Niall asks, watching the smile that spreads across Harry’s face when he asks. “No,” he paused, “it’s fine. I’m clean, you’re clean,” he said scooting up until he was on his hands and knees wiggling his hips.

“Just use your fingers, I’ll be fine love. I promise.”

Niall swallowed thickly and crawls up to him, putting three fingers in his mouth and pushing his index finger inside, thrusting it in and out until Harry was crying for a second, then a third.

He kept his fingers in the younger boy until he was begging for him, so Niall drew back and Harry flipped over on his back, his thighs spreading wide as Niall lined himself up taking a deep breath before pressing into his heat.

Harry hissed at the additional stretch Niall caused but he quickly adjusted, feeling the way Niall was grinding into him. Rolling his hips to the rhythm in his head, that surprisingly worked to the both of them.

“You’re so god damn beautiful,” Harry whimpered underneath him, his breath hitching each and every time Niall hit into his prostate. Niall could feel his stomach muscles clenching and his knees buckling.

Harry picked up his hips, meeting with Niall’s slow, passionate thrusts. He wrapped an arm around the back of the blond’s neck and connected their lips while his free hand slipped down between their bodies and wrapped around his own cock, pumping up and down and thumbing the slit. He nipped at the older boy’s lip, his eyes shutting tight as he moaned. “I love you,” Harry sighed against his lips.

There were so many things Niall wanted to say right then, but he couldn’t, and everything was so overwhelming because Harry loves him, and they were connected like this meaning—Harry trusted him.

But most importantly, Harry fucking loves him. And he thinks the best part of it all is that he actually believes him, and it doesn’t sound forced and he didn’t have to it he didn’t want too.

And with one more passionate thrust, Niall was coming inside Harry and he was moaning Niall’s name as he came as well, thick ribbons of cum seeping between the two.

Niall slowly pulled out and fell beside Harry, lying on his back and watching up at the ceiling as the comforting silence took over as each of them continued to try and catch their breath.

He only smiled when Harry nudged him with his shoulder as he tried to get up but fell right back to his same spot with a groan, “too tired” he laughed, Niall joining in.

For the first time he wasn’t thinking anything bad, and for the first time he was happy somebody—Harry knew. For once he actually wasn’t self-conscious and he didn’t feel like the person who was terrified to look into mirrors, and couldn’t open up to anyone or trust anyone, willingly that is.

He’s broken from his thoughts when Harry rolled over and kissed him again, pulling back with a grin. And Niall takes a deep breath because he’s going out on a limb but he has to do it, so he reaches down and laces their fingers together bringing their hands up as he pressed a kiss to the back of Harry’s palm.

“I love you too,” he says, and he doesn’t regret it, and he even ignores that little voice in the back of his mind reminding him nothing good can last.

And six months later Niall’s standing in front of a mirror, and Niall can actually have his shirt off and he actually can feel comfortable with it. Even when he has a bad day and he thinks he’s falling back there’s always that pair of strong arms that wrap around his waist and a head of messy curls rests on his shoulder whispering how beautiful he was and how much he loved Niall.

Niall turned around in his grip and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and kissed him. “Thank you,” he paused, and his heart beats so hard and he’s so nervous but he needs to do this. “For everything.”

And Harry just smiles into the kiss, “I love you so, so fucking much.” He said, kissing his cheek. And Niall giggles as he says it back, and something about this day is just so fucking good because he’s with Harry, and he can finally ignore that tiny voice in the back of his head because he know sees that sometimes, good things can last a while.