well i didn't get tickets today but at least i had time to sit down and finish this. sorry for the wait and please can i get 30 votes :) don't forget to leave a request if you want!
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If the dark bags that were painted beneath Harry's eyes weren't enough evidence of the fatigue that weighed heavy on his shoulders, then the slow dragging of his boots against the hardwood floor of the apartment would have been. He rubbed at his eyes, vision blurred by the darkness that blanketed the flat, and carefully set his keys down so to not make too much noise. He knew that his girlfriend was asleep, along with the two month old infant who was probably tucked away in his crib; the last thing Harry wanted was to wake the baby up and have high-pitched crying fill his ears.
He had only been a father for ten weeks now but already he could feel himself struggling to balance everything. It was like a circus act, trying to juggle both his work that called for him to be busy for long hours, and his son whose life he didn't want to miss even a moment of.
And then of course, there was the mother of his child. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had gotten to caress her warm skin without being interrupted by a needy infant, or kiss her more than a chaste peck to the lips before he was off to the studio. It was always another time, but then another time ended up in both of them not being able to keep their eyes open long enough to actually indulge in each other.
"Babe... you're not even- are yeh even wet for me?" Harry had slipped his hand from out of her panties with a disbelieving scoff leaving his lips. His cock was physically aching just from lazily making out on their bed for a few minutes after putting their son to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Rory whispered sheepishly, covering her hands over her face. "I can't think about anything other than sleep right now."
Harry couldn't have hid the disappointment on his face even if he tried; he had rolled off of her, assuring her it was okay, and promises of another time had been shared between them before his girlfriend drifted to sleep beside him only minutes later. That had been the last time they even were close to getting anywhere, meaning that Harry had to settle for pretending his rough hand was her smooth, soft one as he pumped himself with it in the shower each morning, desperate for some sort of relief.
But it wasn't the same. He missed her. He missed being close to her.
Upon reaching the door to their bedroom, Harry gently pushed it open and padded inside. His eyes immediately drifted to the body that was curled up in the sheets, her skin mostly exposed except for the thin white shirt she had tugged on to sleep in. A tired smile hinted at his lips as he watched her chest rise and fall with a steady breath, and without wasting another second he undid the zipper of his jeans, dragging it down the jagged teeth before kicking them off his legs. He tugged on the collar of his shirt and tossed the clothes in a careless pile on the floor before slipping into the bed with her.
Harry was careful not wake her, but as he peeled the sheet back to place it over his torso, the girl beside him stirred in her sleep.
"Harry?" she slurred and he mentally swore at himself for not being quieter.
"Hey," he whispered. He smiled softly as he watched her eyes barely flutter open enough to glance at him, her full lips smacking together. Harry scooted closer, the warmth between their bodies surging through his veins from the proximity of their skin, and he let his arm slip under her waist to beckon her to his chest.
"Did you just get home?" Rory sleepily found her way to his bare chest, laying her head upon it, with her ear lined up with his heart so she could hear the melodic drumming of it against his ribs. Harry's fingertips were deft as they ran through her hair and he gave a small nod.
"Yeah, just right now. Sorry I'm so late, love," he grazed his lips against her forehead and she closed her eyes once more. "Go back to sleep. M'here now."
The mother of his child could only hum in response. It wasn't long before she was asleep again, breathing softly against Harry's skin and her cheeks going slack with slumber. Having her in his arms after a long day, with her smooth legs entangled with his under the blanket like vines twisting together, and with their son sleeping just down the hall, was more than enough to make his chest feel warm with content. He figured he would gladly use his hand until it was raw if it meant that he got to savor the moments he spent with his little family- and with that thought in his mind, Harry drifted to sleep.
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When he woke up the next morning, it was surprisingly due to the gentle nudges given to his shoulder and not the wailing of his son through the monitor that he had grown used to having as his alarm clock. His eyes peeled open to the morning light that dripped through the window and he felt a weight on his chest as a body rolled on top of him.
"Harry," Rory whispered, her eyebrows furrowed as he glanced up at her. She looked surprisingly rejuvenated after a night's worth of sleep, her skin sporting a bit more pigment than before. Harry groaned under his breath before rubbing his hand over his jaw.
"Hmm?"
"What time is it?"
Harry mumbled, "How should I know, babe? Just woke up, didn't I?"
"Check your phone," she urged quietly. Harry huffed out a breath but complied, shifting his body beneath her so he could reach over to the bedside table and grab his phone. His thumb swiped over the screen and through his slightly hazy vision, he noticed the time that it read and instantly a confused crease dug between his brows.
"Almost seven," he said, glancing back at her. "And he's not... he's not up yet?"
Rory shook her head. "No," she mouthed, confused and surprised herself by the late time. They had been used to being woken up at barely past five in the morning the last few months- it made sense now why she felt more refreshed than any other morning. The two extra hours had felt like heaven.
"And he didn't wake up during the night," Rory continued, sitting up from his chest with a concerned frown twitching at the corner of his lips. "Oh gosh, what if something's wrong?" she gulped, beginning to run her hand through her long, dark waves of hair and Harry had to reach out to rub her shoulder to prevent her heart rate from speeding up.
"I'm sure he's fine," he assured her. "I guess... I guess he just slept through the night?"
"He's never done that before, Harry."
"Well was he extra sleepy? Did he get a long nap yesterday?" he questioned and she looked thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"I guess not. He actually didn't get his afternoon nap at all," she spoke slowly as the memory made her shoulders relax. She breathed out a sigh and licked her lips. "Just- can you just please go check on him still?"
"Alright, alright." Harry gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. It was a bit weird to him, too- how long had it been since he got a full night's sleep with no interruptions and midnight nappy changes? Too long, he thought to himself as he gave Rory a quick kiss to her temple and then lifted himself from the bed, slicking a hand through his disheveled hair that had fallen over his face over the night.
The nursery was at the end of the hallway. Harry quietly padded down it and cracked open the door, peering into the room that he had put together with much frustration, from the bassinet in the corner to the mahogany crib that he had nearly tossed in the garbage after five failed attempts. He made his way inside with baited breath as he neared the edge of the crib, looking down to see the small child that was laying on his back. Sound asleep. His puffy eyelids were shut and little breaths pushed past his bow-like lips as he slept soundly, not a single cry to be heard (much to Harry's relief).
"Tired, buddy?" he whispered with a smile and reached his hand in the crib to lightly run his fingers through the thin tuft of hair on his son's head. Staring down at him, it was still surreal to Harry how much he bore a resemblance to his own baby pictures; the shape of his eyes, the round nose, the ample cheeks. It brought a warm sense of pride to spread through Harry's chest, just as strong as it had been when he first held him in the hospital room weeks ago, all wrinkled and new to the world.
Harry retracted his arm and released a soft sigh. "Thanks for letting us sleep, bug. I owe you one," he murmured before stepping away from the crib. There was an energy to his strides as he went back to the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend that hadn't been there the night before when he came home- the few extra hours of sleep had made such a difference and when he opened the door to the room, eyes landing on the brunette in his bed, he couldn't help but grin.
"Was he asleep? Is he okay?" she rambled quickly as Harry crawled back on to the mattress.
"He's fine," he replied with a soft chuckle, hovering above her and raising his eyebrows. He watched the worry dissipate from her enlarged eyes from his words and she swallowed, relief flooding through her as she bit her lip and looked up at him. "Guess he decided to give us a smooth night for once."
"Good," she breathed out a reassured laugh. Her hand rubbed at her temple and she laid back against the pillow so Harry could settle his body over her, his weight distributed on his propped up elbows. "I guess it's about time he started sleeping through the night. He is almost three months," Rory couldn't help but smile. The thought of getting more sleep like this every night was something her and Harry could both get used to.
"Mhm, thank God," Harry hummed. "We need it."
"We do," she whispered in agreement. Lifting her hand to his hair, she stroked the thick strands thoughtlessly and the air around them grew still. She couldn't think of the last time they had been positioned like this, with Harry on top of her and his breath fanning over her face, inducing a flush to naturally grow on her skin. Usually she would have to get up right away to meet the baby's needs, not able to spend even a peaceful minute in bed with Harry, relaxing in the early morning light with their eyes still clouded with sleep. They used to lounge around for hours when they had began dating, back when the idea of starting a family together had only existed in the slurred mumbles shared between them as they spoke wistfully of the future.
But now, this was a rarity and that fact prompted Rory to speak up after a few silent minutes. "I suppose we have some... time.. before he wakes up," her voice came out light and curious, eyes blinking up at Harry. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, before the tone of her voice finally registered with him and a slow smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. Was she suggesting what he hoped she was suggesting?
"Well," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and leaned his forehead against hers, the air becoming thicker with each breath that passed from his lips and made contact with her parted ones. "I guess you're right. We should... we should make use of it, yeah?"
"Yeah," she responded weakly, but she couldn't really remember what she was agreeing with him on as she lifted her head just enough from the pillow in order for her mouth to meet his. Oh. His lips felt good and soft and she couldn't even remember how long it had been since she'd last tasted the faded minty flavor of them. Harry's mouth was quick to respond to hers, his velvety lips moving meticulously in sync with hers as he leaned more of his weight on her, his naked chest flush against the fabric of her shirt.
If Harry had done something to deserve this, he wasn't in the right mind to remember what it was. Just the feel of her mouth on his was so familiar and homey and overwhelming at the same time; it sent a flare through his veins that warmed his blood and made his hips subconsciously fit between the curved crevice of hers. He felt her arms wrap around the broadness of his shoulders to draw him closer. The movement of their lips was thoughtful and slow at first, as if they were just getting used to tasting each other without being in a hurry; of course, that didn't last long. Within a few moments they become hungrier, eager, and their mouths opened so their tongues could dance in a heated embrace.
"We should be quick," Rory scraped her nails lightly over his shoulder blades as she moaned into his mouth. Teeth clanked; saliva escaped from the corner of their mouths. They were kissing like he had just taken her home after a first date- a feverish and unorganized make out session turned regrettable night together. But the difference was it wasn't just lust that fueled them; it was a longing that had been put aside for far too long.
It was a need to be with the woman Harry loved.
He broke away from her lips for a moment to suck in a breath and he stared down at her with swollen lips. God, he loved this woman and he couldn't thank her enough for the gift she had given him, and it really had been too long since he had gotten to show her just how much he loved her.
"I am not making this quick," he breathed, dipping his head back down to attach his lips to her neck. His tongue lapped over the vein that pulsed beneath her ear, rewarding him in gasp that filled her throat and sounded like a dream to his ears. Her skin tasted sweet and saline from the thin film of sweat that had slipped over her body through the night- a combination that he wondered how he had been able to go two months without. "Gonna make this last," he moaned into her neck with his hand blindly traveling up the length of her torso to softly fit around her breast, careful not to be too harsh given how sore she was from nursing.
"Harry," Rory mewled out a whimper. She fisted the hair at the back of his neck between her fingers and arched her back off the mattress to press more of her chest into his touch. Her head lolled back without thought, exposing more skin to his wandering tongue. "W-we can't. The baby could wake up..."
"He won't," Harry replied lowly, not really caring about the possibility of their son's crying blaring through the monitor at any moment. This was an opportunity he wasn't willing to waste- not when the pressure in his briefs was steadily increasing.
It seemed Rory didn't have much will in her to argue with him; her teeth sunk into her lip, tearing at the pink flesh, and her fingers twisted even tighter in his hair. Harry sucked at the skin along her jaw with a warm, starved tongue, tasting her moans and heavy breaths that traveled through her trachea; he wanted to taste more. Pulling away just after a bruise had formed beneath his lips, he sat up enough so he could grab the hem of her shirt, tugging it up her torso. Rory lifted her arms up and before he knew it, the shirt was tossed to the floor and his eyes were drinking in the sight of her naked body.
"Fuuuck," Harry groaned hoarsely, immediately ducking his head down to bury himself in her bare breasts, mouth leaving open and wet kisses to the valley between them. He cupped one in his hand and palmed it, the sensitive bud peaking from his eager and skillful touch. Rory let out a moan of impetuosity; her nails scraped against his scalp and goosebumps rose over her skin from the air meeting her exposed flesh along with his smooth, wet muscle that left warm trails in its wake.
"Love.. your... body," he praised between kisses. Harry began moving his mouth downward, following the curves of her ribs and her soft stomach and then finally reaching the translucent skin that disappeared beneath her lace panties. His plump lips paused in their journey once they brushed over the thin fabric and he peered up at his girl, whose neck was bobbing as she swallowed thickly.
"I don't... it's not the same," she mumbled breathlessly in an almost apologetic tone, cheeks flushed. "Not like it was before..."
It took him a moment to even hear her words
because his tongue was aching to inch just a bit further down. When he did finally understand what she was saying- that her body was somehow lesser than before being pregnant- his eyebrows furrowed and he scoffed quietly.
"Shut it," he grumbled, teeth nipping at the little black bow that decorated her underwear. "You look gorgeous." His voice was sure and there wasn't even a moment of hesitation in it; the assurance made Rory blush even more than she already was and she nodded, lifting her hips up as if to beckon him to continue his planned assault. He complied, hooking his fingers under her panties and pulling them down her legs, revealing to him how wet she was. Tucking his lip into his mouth, he flicked the material thoughtlessly to the floor and lifted his hand to her center, using two fingers to glide over her and collect the evidence of her arousal.
"You're so wet," he marveled, humming while he brought his dampened fingers to his mouth and sucked. She's definitely not thinking about sleep this time, he thought to himself and he swiped his tongue over the sweet and tangy taste of her that coated his digits. The sight of it was enough to make Rory wrap her legs around him, digging her heels into his back to urge him closer. Harry smirked, thriving off of the fact that she wanted him just as much he wanted her, and that she wasn't afraid to show it despite how long it had been since they'd last done this.
It wasn't long before his face was between her thighs, tongue flat against her soaked slit, and his fingertips digging into her full hips. He feasted on her like he was starved and the juices that seeped onto his tongue were his source for nutrition; he lapped against her quickly and with a vigor that made Rory's toes curl, ripples of pleasure wracking through her spine. She grasped the bed sheet in her fist and yelled silently. The messy patterns of his tongue, swirling around in figure eights and circles and bold stripes, caused her mind to go into a frenzy.
"So fuckin' sweet," he groaned when he pulled away for a brief moment to gasp for air and lick his lips. He pressed a light kiss to her inner thigh and gazed at her flustered face before going back at it again, this time bringing his fingers to her entrance. He circled it with his index before slipping in two long, rigid digits that curled inside her and intensified the euphoria that his skilled tongue was supplying her.
"I'm close," she panted, hips bucking off the mattress to meet the pumping of his fingers. Harry quickened their pace and let his lips pucker as he sucked her sensitive clit, bringing her to the edge. She whimpered as she came, back arching high off the bed. Her hand flew to his hair to hold him against her and the incoherent babbles that left her lips filled the room.
Once her body relaxed and the hand in his hair loosened, Harry pulled his face away from her thighs and smiled, crawling over her body. "Did you like that, mommy?" he asked as he propped himself on his shoulders. Hints of amusement mixed with the lust in his eyes and Rory responded with a breathless laugh.
"Mm, yes," she hummed, voice slightly slurred from her climax and she reached between their bodies to slip her hand in his briefs. Harry's cock was already aching from being in between her legs, but as she gripped him in her hand and stroked her thumb over the swollen tip, the ache became almost painful. "Want you, daddy."
He groaned and leaned his forehead against hers, hissing. "Fuck. You can have me. Let me have you, baby. Let me... let me.." he changed the plea under his breath while moving to tug off his boxers. Once his cock was free, he nudged her hand away and replaced it with his own to grip the thick girth of it and guide it to her slick entrance.
"Please, Harry," Rory whispered. She leaned up to kiss him, hand slipping to the back of his neck to hold him close. A moan of relief was shared between them as he sunk into her, shifting his hips forward in order for his erection to fill her to the brim.
The fit was, well, a bit uncomfortable at first. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, given that she hadn't taken him since before giving birth and Harry was beyond well endowed. Rory dig her fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck and sucked in a breath, noticing the pinch in her stomach that came with the stretch of him.
"Okay?" Harry questioned, lips still brushing against hers as he stroked his thumb over her temple, saying still for a moment. Rory gave it a few seconds before she nodded, kissing him again to signal that he could start moving.
It was slow for the first few thrusts. Harry held his breath as he nearly pulled his length all the way out, with nothing but the tip in her, before sinking back in. Her warm, wet walls clasped around him in a way that was almost too overwhelming for him to handle; he couldn't stop himself from moaning gravelly as he wondered how he ever managed to get by with just his hand. His hips were steady in their movements, the pace gradually picking up as his restraint quickly wore thin and he slipped his tongue in her mouth, kissing her deeply while fucking her into the mattress.
"Oh God," Rory whined into his mouth. The discomfort had faded and was now replaced with a full sensation that made her veins boil with pleasure. His fingers hadn't been nearly enough in comparison to the thickness of his cock that glided in and out of her, each thrust of his hips getting more vigorous and deep. She couldn't even think about how she had been insecure about him being with her for the first time after the baby; the way his eyes were rolled back in pleasure and his chest was heaving with each jagged breath he took made her swell with confidence.
"M'fucking close," he grunted while delivering another sharp and particularly deep thrust. The angle caused his engorged tip to strike against her sweet spot, a shiver running through her and her nails leaving deeper, bright red welts in his shoulder blades.
"So big," she couldn't stop herself from blurting. A gasp tumbled from her lips; a balloon of pressure swelled in her core and was getting nearer to bursting with each sloppy rock of his hips. She could tell he wouldn't last much longer and she was grateful for it because as her second orgasm approached her, the only thing her numbed mind could think about was his hot cum spilling into her.
"Dunno how I... lasted without... this," Harry swore under his breath and buried his face into her neck. Her legs tightened around his narrow hips, almost enough to leave bruises on his skin, and moments later he was biting into her shoulder and groaning with a fervor that matched the burst of his seed within her. Long ropes of the white liquid were emptied into her and Harry swore he couldn't see for a minute as he quivered from his orgasm, vision blurring from the intensity of it.
She followed shortly after him. Her breath came out in loud pants and her body went limp against the mattress, arms falling to her side while the sensation spread through her limbs and all the way to the ends of her fingertips. Rory let her head fall back against the pillow and she attempted to even out her breathing as she listened to Harry's own gasps for air in her ear.
"That was worth the wait," he spoke up after a minute, chuckling while lifting his head up weakly. His weight was mostly leaned onto her because he simply couldn't found the energy to hold himself up after all that. "I guess we still got it, huh?"
He laughed smugly as she smacked his shoulder, fighting back a smile and shaking her head. "You're annoying."
"Weren't saying that a few minutes ago," he pointed out, nose nudging against her cheek and feeling the muscles in her face spread as her smile grew. Her hand lifted to his back and trailed mindlessly up and down the notches in his spine while she hummed in content.
"Yeah, I guess we do still got it." Her voice was soft as she nuzzled against him. As the lust and lingering numbness dissipated from her veins, Rory found herself feel full with content and love for the man whose eyes and nose and dark curls looked just like their son's. She didn't think it was possible to be any more grateful for having Harry as the father of her child and as her partner- besides the expertise of his tongue and rough hands, he was actually pretty great.
There was a peaceful silence that settled in their room for a few minutes as they just reveled in each other's presence. The morning light the pooled around them was accompanied by a fresh smell of sex and sweat. Harry's eyes fell shut and he rested his head against her plush chest, not lifting it until the sudden high-pitched sound came from the monitor on their bedside table.
It was a sound all to familiar to the both of them. Harry sat up with a stretch of his arms over his head and rose his eyebrow, listening to the crying of their son as he finally woke up from his slumber.
"And there he is," he sighed and gave a squeeze to her bare hip. "Are you getting him or me?"
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