well, i'm so sorry that i took this long to update, but i'm here okay?
i didnt even read before publishing it, so i'm already sorry for the mistakes youre all going to see.
also: this is the last chapter. the epilogue is about to come and the thank you note too. I'll post them in a few hours.
also, but important: mature content below. if you don't feel comfortable with gay sex, do not read this chapter.
"Louis is freaking out," Harry chuckles, kissing Niall's cheek for, probably, the fourth time in less than twenty minutes.
The older one just shakes his head, arranging Harry on his lap and bringing his hands to his hair, smiling playfully.
"It's your fault, pet."
"It's not my fault. He's sick, so Zayn thought it would be better if he stayed home and didn't get you know, involved with the proposal."
"Zayn's fault, then."
"Stupid Zayn."
Niall laughs at that and hugs Harry's waist tightly, letting out a sigh. He would stay like that forever, if he could: Harry on his lap playing with his necklace while they hear to "The Chain", by Fleetwood Mac, that plays softly at the living room.
But, anyway, nothing lasts forever. He needs to go to the publishing house tomorrow and Harry really needs to show up in at least one of his meetings, since he hasn't done that since the proposal. He's been in Niall's house for almost five days now.
But this is just who Harry is. He disappears sometimes. It's not like his agents aren't used to it; to him.
"It's him calling. "
"Uh... Decline," Niall pouts, leaning over to pick up her fiancé's cell phone. Harry ends up being faster, pressing the device to his ear to be able to hear what Louis has to say.
Nial rolls his eyes. He loves Louis. He really does. But as it's his last day with Harry before they both spend a few weeks apart, he wants to enjoy this time. In every way possible.
"Yeah, Lou?" He smiles, and Niall knows that this is going to take a while. He just knows. "No. Louis, look, i'm sorry. Really. You know that you'd be the first one to know about the proposal if you were okay."
Harry stares at Niall while listening to his best friend talk, caressing his fiance's abdomen. Horan lets out another sigh, his hands going to Styles' waist. He gets a small smile from Harry in response and that's when a idea crosses his mind.
"No. Niall, no," Harry mouths, trying to get his fiance's hands off his boxer. "Louis, I understand. I understand that you're angry. I would be, too, if I were you.
But, instead of backing off, Niall just thinks it's a good idea to get even closer, if it's possible, to Harry, not even hesitating before starting to kiss his neck. Harry winces at the touch — as he always, always does, really — but still, he gives up and lets Niall do whatever he wants. So Niall does. Niall pulls Harry's boxers down, throwing it anywhere near the couch.
"Oh, already?" Niall jokes when his blues eyes go down to Harry's cock, a bit hard. Harry gives Niall the middle finger, mumbling a "fuck you." Horan chuckles and shrugs, because well, he wouldn't mind Harry fucking him. Kinda hot, if he thinks about it.
Niall's cold fingers touch Harry's tip and Horan notices his fiancé closing his eyes, licking his lips.
"Louis, I already apologi...," he pauses. Not because Louis interrupted him to complain one more time, but because Niall's hand, Niall's fingers are something else. Then he pulls the phone away from his ear, covers the microphone only to be able to let a low, dragged groan escape his lips while his fiancé's hand is there, going down and up his member. Harry finally takes the courage to pick up his cell phone again. Finally, finally.
Louis doesn't even seem to notice that Harry was ever gone, since he's been talking and talking and talking and honestly, Harry is so horny that the just hangs up. Niall seems happy about it (but also concerned) so he smiles in victory, grabbing Harry's cell phone from his hand and placing it on the coffe table.
"He won't talk to you for days," Niall chuckles.
"Your faul..." Harry stops talking when Niall's lips meet his. It's good. It's always good, isn't it? The way they fit and everything about them do, too.
"I love you," Niall mumbles in Harry's mouth. "And I'm gonna suck you, now."
There's not much for Harry to say (he wouldn't stop Niall, anyway) so he just leaves his lap and, in a few moments, Niall's lips are on Harry's hard cock.
Niall's mouth is like heaven, really. And suddenly, Harry's fingers are pulling Niall's hair as his tongue runs over Styles' glans and sucks hard, staring at Harry with those stupid, pretty — the prettiest — blue eyes.
Harry moans Niall's name loudly, obviously, and this is a incentive for him to continue to do what he's doing, only now his lips are all over Harry's balls. Harry feels like he's going to explode. Because of everything. Mainly because of Niall deep throating him, but also because of Niall's fingers squeezing his tighs and also because of Niall, himself, who seems so focused on giving pleasure to the green-eyed man.
"Niall..." Harry whispers, lifting the Irish's chin. "Stop it."
"Fuck. Did I do something wrong? I'm really so—"
"I wanna cum when you're inside me." Niall almost moans at that, staring at Harry's desperate eyes.
They lock their lips again, but then, after a few seconds, instead of Niall's tongue in Harry's mouth, Harry feels two of his fiance's fingers inside it.
"Come on," Niall bites his lip, his eyes full of lust, "suck them like you'll do with my cock later. Come on, princess."
So Harry does it, more excited than ever. Because Niall have never called him "princess" before. Not even when they were dating. Not even when they were drunk and ended up fucking three times. And it's probably the hottest thing Niall has ever said. Ever, ever.
"That's good," Niall hums, removing his fingers from Harry's mouth, "You're a good princess, aren't you?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. I am so good, Niall, please," He begs, smiling in victory when his fiancé starts taking off his own t-shirt.
"Please what?" Horan asks, caressing Harry's cheek slowly, almost as if they've got all the time in the world. But honestly? they don't.
"Please, fuck me? No lube, or... Condom. I just want your cock and your fingers on me, Niall, nothing further," he whispers, his voice cracking a little at the end.
"Take off your clothes for me, angel," Niall asks politely. Harry nods and takes of his sweater (Niall's sweater, actually) because it's the only thing he has on. While he does it, Niall is also taking off his t-shirt and pants, throwing them to the side.
"You're so pretty," Niall smiles even more when he sees Harry blushing, shaking his head and kissing him again. And again. And he just stops to breathe properly, really. But his hands are running all over Harry's body now, going to his tight hole.
"Fuck," he curses when the first finger enters him, his hand going straight to Niall's hair, him kissing his neck softly. "Faster."
E Niall moves his finger faster inside Harry, who closes his eyes, biting his lip to hold on another moan. "Another one?"
"Yes, please. Fuck. Yes. Yeah," He mumbles, nodding quickly.
But Niall ends up adding the second and the third ones together, making his fiancé moan loudly in surprise. He opens his eyes to face Niall and smirks, locking their lips in a wild kiss.
"Wanna ride you," Harry whispers in Niall's ear when they mouths are apart. "Please?" Harry is not thinking anymore. He can't. He's just trying to ride Niall's fingers; moving against them. Wishing that, somehow, it was Niall's cock there, going deep inside his hole.
"We'll do it the way you want," Niall smiles lazely, pulling Harry back to his lap. Styles lets out a moan when Horan's fingers leave him "Are you sure about what you said, pet? We can use lub..."
"I'm sure," Harry groans when his hand finally reaches to his and Niall's cocks, masturbating them together. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Niall, I..."
Niall also looks like a mess; with his eyes closed and lips parted, he holds Harry's face, staring at him.
"Ride me."
Harry nods quickly before wrapping his legs around Niall's body and aligning his member with his hole, his hands pressed against his fiance's chest for support.
"Shit," he mumbles when Niall is all inside him, biting his lip hard. Not for long, since Niall is already kissing him softly; very carefully despite everything. He was never the hurried one in the relationship.
"Take your time, alright, you don't need to ..." Niall squeezes Harry's waist as he feels him moving slowly on his lap. "Geez, Harry."
"Yes, yes, yes," Harry nods quickly, moaning lowly when Niall's nails scratch the back of his neck slightly. "Fuck. This feels so good, Niall."
Niall ends up helping Harry with the movements, keeping him in place while he thrusts in him faster. Harry hides his face into the crock of Niall's neck, panting when Horan hits his prostate.
"Niall, fuck. Ye—Niall, right there, but... Fuck! Faster," he almost screams, biting his fiance's shoulder. Niall moans loudly and stops Harry when the man tries to touch his cock, placing his own hand there instead. And that's when Harry explodes. That's when Harry leans his head back, rolling his eyes in pleasure as he comes all over his hand and Niall's tummy.
"I'm so fucking c... Fucking close," Niall groans, Harry stopping then.
"I want you to cum in my face, Ni." And no, Harry can't be any more perfect. And his voice when he says it, fuck, Niall does want to come right now. But he notices Harry getting off his lap, his hand going up and down Niall's cock.
So Niall kind of explodes, too, while he curses a lot. All over Harry's face. Harry's cheek and Harry's lips are all full of Niall. And this is so fucking hot, isn't it?
"Wow, I... Well. Fuck."
"I love you," Harry chuckles, happier than ever.
"Love you more," Niall mumbles, hugging him tightly. "Husby."
"Yes! Husby!" Harry smiles hugely.
Harry sucks Niall after a few minutes. Just like Niall said he would.
And when they are lie down in Niall's bed, staring at the ceiling, Harry seems too thoughtful
"I think I wanna fuck you someday."
Niall looks at him, then, smiling a bit.
"Why not right now?"
Best. Day. Ever.
thoughts?
was it really bad or just bad? it was my first smut lol
what's your favorite song from hearbreak weather? mine is still bc niall said narry rights!!!!!
anyways, i'll publish the epilogue in a few hours. stay tuned and be safe,
bea.