filthy bottom niall smut

three day getaway♡

author:  smuttythings

warnings: while most of the sex in this fic is consensual, a lot of it may fall into the consensual non-consent category and some of it could even be seen as actually non-consensual. Basically, be aware that there is a lot of gray area consent-wise before you read this fic.

summary: the boys need a break from the insanity of their lives and rent a cabin for the weekend. There, Niall agrees to let the others have him any way they want.

pairing: sub!niall, doms!harry,louis,liam&zayn

contains: dubcon material, ot5, humiliation, degradation, unsafe sex, gangbangs, sex toys, watersports, bondage, non con elements, dom/sub dynamic, power exchange, objectification, double penetration, alcohol, drinking, chocking, throat fucking, gagging, oral sex, anal sex, masterbation, dildos, forced penetration, fingering, hog tied, hair pulling, denied orgasms, oversensitivity, crawling, riding, raw sex, blowjobs, bondage, mentions of piss, rimming, little bit of aftercare.

HARRY

When they step into the cabin, Harry looks around, pleased at the state of it. They'd rented it based on pictures online and he was worried it would be musty and filled with bugs, but it's actually quite nice. The walls are paneled with dark wood and there's a big fireplace on one wall and two big fluffy couches pointing toward it, making a V shape.

The kitchen to the left is big and stocked with new appliances and the wall straight ahead is all windows, letting the soft sunlight stream into the room.

The boys all voice their approval then move into the cabin, searching out bedrooms. There are only three and Louis claims the smaller single while Zayn and Liam choose the larger room with two beds and Harry finds Niall dropping his suitcase onto a king bed in the final room.

"Looks like we get the master bedroom, eh?" Niall says, smiling up at Harry as he digs through his suitcase.

"Guess so," Harry smirks, slapping Niall's bum as he walks past to look out the sliding glass door that leads out onto a small deck.

There's a bigger deck off of the main room, but this one just has enough room for one chair and a little table and, since it's on the second floor, it has a great view over the woods around them.

Harry smiles and heads back in to find that Niall is no longer in the room, then hears the shower running in the adjoined bathroom, so he makes his way back down to the main floor, finding the other guys unpacking the amazing amount of food and drinks they've brought in the kitchen.

"Where's ni?" Louis asks, looking up when Harry comes into the room.

They're all always sort of aware of it when Niall's not there, Harry's noticed. He certainly is and he knows the other guys are the same, not feeling quite right if he's not around.

"Shower," Harry explains, looking into a bag filled with liquor bottles. "Well, mates, I'm pretty sure we have enough alcohol to stay pissed off our heads for 72 hours straight."

"That's the point," Zayn replies, smiling softly.

When the food is unpacked and the first drinks are poured, Niall comes bouncing into the room in trackies and a thin grey t-shirt that's sticking to his skin a bit from the leftover dampness of his shower. Harry's eyes linger over the line of his hip where the shirt is clinging before he tears his eyes up, finding Niall's own eyes sparkling, bouncing from boy to boy.

That's when Harry notices he's not the only one staring.

"Miss me, boys?" Niall asks in an amused tone.

Harry chuckles lightly and Zayn pushes a glass filled with vodka and orange juice toward Niall, muttering an unconvincing "you wish" before they all head into the main room, arranging themselves on the big couches. Louis starts messing with the fire and, soon, it's roaring gently and Harry leans back against the couch cushion, sighing happily. Niall plops down on his lap, the spot next to him taken by Zayn and the couch across from them now filled with Liam and Louis. Harry smiles, pulling Niall close as he tips back his drink.

Between touring and the general craziness of their lives, they needed a break, needed to get away for a bit. So, Liam found this place online and suggested a three day retreat and not one of them voiced any dissent. They all agreed immediately, eager to get away with the only people who really knew what they were going through. Each other.

***

Three-quarters of a bottle of vodka later, they're all happily tipsy and involved in an animated discussion of their sexual conquests, the topic drifting to anal sex.

"Niall, you take it up the arse, right?" Louis asks, getting a chastising "Louis!" from Liam, but Niall just laughs lightly, loose from the alcohol in his system.

"I've done, yeah," he says before taking another sip from his drink and leaning back against Harry's chest.

"And you like it?"

"Of course he likes it," Zayn says quickly, dark eyes finding Niall's. "Look at him, he fucking loves it."

It's silent for a beat before Niall nods, sucking his straw between his lips. Harry moves his arms further around Niall's waist, holding onto him tighter.

"Yeah, I like it."

Louis shifts on the couch across from them and shrugs his shoulders up.

"Well, you like getting fucked and there's no pussy around..."

Harry scrunches his eyebrows and watches Liam turn to Louis with an incredulous expression.

"Wait, are you saying you'd want to fuck him? Him as in a guy?"

"An arse is an arse, you know," Louis says casually, with another shrug of his shoulders. "Wouldn't you?"

Liam sputters for a second and turns to Zayn for help and Harry watches all of this while feeling Niall's heartbeat speed where he's laying against Harry, the thump of it rattling through Niall's back and into Harry's chest.

"I would," Zayn offers into the conversation. "Especially Niall. I mean, come on, Liam. We've all stared at his arse plenty of times, even you."

Liam seems to ruffle up a bit before he exhales heavily, defeated. Louis grins at that and looks over to Harry and Niall.

"And we all know Harry would."

Zayn and Liam both nod in agreement at that and Harry laughs lightly, chest vibrating against Niall's back. But as his laughter fades, he furrows his brow, resting his chin on Niall's shoulder.

"No one's asking Niall," Harry points out, "if he'd like us to fuck him."

Niall stills on Harry's lap and Harry can feel heat radiating from him, sure he's blushing fiercely. Everyone's eyes are on him and, when he shakes his head a little, Harry's heart sinks because he thinks for a moment that he's saying no.

"Don't want you to ask what I want," he says quietly, obviously embarrassed. "Just take it."

It's quiet in the room and the air suddenly feels thick with desire, four boys eyeing Niall up greedily. Because there are implications in Niall's statement that don't just suggest a simple fucking. He's offering more than that and Harry is sure he's not alone in his excitement, sees it in the eyes around the room. He moves his hands to Niall's sides, running his fingers over the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the soft curve of his hips.

"You gonna be our whore for the weekend then?" Harry asks. "Let us take turns fucking you?"

Niall makes a high-pitched noise in his throat and nods against his shoulder, practically begging for it. Harry's cock twitches under Niall's bum and he grins, pushing his hands up under Niall's shirt to glide over the soft ripple of his abs.

"Gonna let us have you however we want? Pass you around like a little toy?"

Niall makes another noise, a little lower now and his chest heaves with heavy breath.

"Yes," he whispers shamefully and Harry grins again, pushing his shirt up more.

Finally, Harry looks up to see the darkened desperate gazes of the other boys, all staring at Niall's body like ferocious predators eyeing up a weak little animal. He bites Niall's neck harshly, making Niall groan loudly and then detaches himself, pushing Niall away.

"Get up and take your clothes off," Harry roughs into Niall's ear as he pushes him.

Niall stands shakily and peels his shirt off before he fumbles with the button on his trousers, eyes darting up to meet the boys' every once in a while, his cheeks tinted with a pretty blush. He finally gets them off, standing up straight in just his pants and they can all see how excited Niall is through the fabric, his cock stiff under his boxer briefs.

"Told you he loves it," Zayn says next to Harry, smirking, before addressing Niall. "God, you really are a slut, aren't you?"

Niall shifts his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, dropping his head, and Harry thinks he looks fucking beautiful like this. Hard and needy and ashamed. He suddenly wants to make him beg, make him cry.

"Well, if you're such a slut," Louis says, rubbing his crotch, "why don't you come over here and make yourself useful?"

Niall nods quickly and moves in front of Louis, dropping to his knees. Harry watches as he reaches up and unbuttons Louis's trousers, but his eyes drift down to take in the curve of Niall's beautiful arse under his boxer briefs, they way the cheeks move a little with his movements. He's thought about it before, fucking Niall, but now that it's finally going to happen, he's glad it's all of them. He's glad they're going to share and everyone will get a piece of him because it only seems fair.

When he looks back up, Niall's just pulling Louis's cock out. Harry spares a thought at how thick and pink Louis's cock is before Niall gets his fingers around it, greedily leaning down to take him into his mouth. Louis smiles as Niall takes him in, leaning his head back, his mouth falling open.

"How's his mouth?" Harry asks, trying to ignore his own erection that's begging for contact.

"So fuckin' good, mate," Louis responds, glancing over at Harry. "Had practice, this one has."

Harry watches in awe as Niall sucks Louis, sucks like he loves having cock in his mouth, like he's enjoying it as much as Louis is. He watches for a short while before he can't stand it, needs to do something.

"Niall, take your pants off, let us see that arse," he orders, surprised at how easy it is for him to be forceful when it comes to Niall. "But stay on Louis's cock."

Niall shimmies, losing his balance a couple of times, but he keeps Louis in his mouth as he uncovers his pretty round arse, fabric sliding away from the smooth skin.

"Fuck," Louis groans loudly as Niall slips while he tries to get his pants down off his ankles and accidentally gags himself.

Harry grins wickedly, inspired, and he stands, walking up behind Niall. Louis looks up curiously but too blissed out to think much of it. Harry drops a hand to the back of Niall's head, tickling the short hairs at the nape of his neck before pushing his fingers up through Niall's hair and pressing his palm flat against the back of his head.

"All the way," he says simply, pushing Niall's head down firmly until he's choking on Louis's cock.

"Oh fuck, god," Louis stammers, head slamming back against the couch cushion.

Harry keeps his hand pressing Niall down for a few long seconds until Niall's making awful choking noises around Louis and Harry finally pulls him off, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling his head back.

Niall's got tears in his eyes already and Harry smiles, thinking that this is nothing. Just the tip of the iceberg. He'll probably be sobbing by the time they're done with him.

"Choke yourself," Harry orders, releasing his hair and taking a step back.

Niall hesitates for just a moment and Harry's eyes burn into him.

"Now."

At that, Niall nods and replaces his mouth around Louis, pushing himself down until he's making those lovely sounds again, suffocating himself with Louis's cock. Harry smiles again, pleased, and takes another step back, leaving the room as the sounds of Niall gagging filter through the air behind him.

***

LIAM

Liam can't really believe this is happening. But, more than that, he can't really believe how not weird it is. It should be weird, should be fucking insane, but it feels a bit like they've been heading toward this for a while. They way Niall sprawls out over them backstage, the way they all find ways to touch him constantly. He's just never noticed it building.

Now he's watching Niall choking himself on Louis's dick – Louis's dick – and it's so hot he can't sit still. He keeps squirming next to Louis, the tightness of his jeans nearly unbearable, and that's all before Niall's eyes meet his. They're shining with tears and pleading with Liam, but Liam's not sure what they're pleading for. More? Less? Both? Regardless, it's got Liam's heart racing and his hand running over the hardness under his jeans. Throwing caution to the wind, he undoes his flies, pulling his own cock out as he keeps his eyes on Niall's.

"Hand," he says, reaching out.

Niall gives it to him, lets Liam take his wrist and place his smaller hand over Liam's erection, rubbing it up and down the length a few times before he lets go and Niall takes over stroking him independently.

Niall is wanking him. And it feels unbelievable.

Harry reappears- Liam didn't even notice he'd gone- with a plastic bag and a wide smirk across his face.

"Went to find lube and found a little surprise in Niall's suitcase," Harry announces, pulling out a long pink dildo.

Liam's cock twitches in Niall's hand at the thought of him fucking himself with the toy after they've all gone to bed and he looks down to see that Niall's gone a bit slack around Louis's cock and Louis's too busy staring at the dildo to notice.

"Were you gonna fuck yourself with this, Niall? In the same bed as me?" Harry asks from behind Niall.

Liam can see Niall squeeze his eyes shut, embarrassed, and he doubles his efforts on Louis so he doesn't have to answer. The renewed focus has Louis gripping onto Niall's hair, grunting as Niall takes him to the back of his throat over and over and it's pretty clear Louis's about to come.

Niall's hand is still working over Liam's length distractedly and Liam's never really thought about fucking a guy before outside of just standard curiosity, but right now he wants to be inside Niall so bad it hurts. Between the dildo and the way Niall's letting them have whatever they want and the sight of the soft curve of Niall's back, where it slopes out to his pretty rounded bum, Liam can barely keep himself together.

He snaps his head up from his thoughts just as Louis releases a shout, holding Niall's head down against him as he comes into his throat. Liam watches as Niall swallows, sees his throat muscles working under his neck, and suddenly Niall's hand isn't enough. He needs more.

So, when Louis releases his grip on Niall, Liam leans over and wordlessly tugs him over, making him crawl into place in front of Liam. He doesn't waste a moment before he's shoving himself inside Niall's mouth, too worked up to be gentle.

As he slides past Niall's wet lips, he exhales audibly, closing his eyes. Louis wasn't lying – Niall is amazing at sucking cock. He knows how to use his tongue, doesn't just let it lay there. And he can take the majority of Liam's length without gagging, which is impressive in itself.

Liam lets Niall work, eyes blissfully closed until Niall squawks a muffled noise around him, then moans loudly, the vibrations causing a wave of heat to course through Liam's body. Liam looks down to see Harry kneeling behind him and, while Liam can't fully see, he can tell Harry's got his fingers in Niall's arse.

"Jesus," he hears Zayn mutter and Liam is just now noticing that Zayn has moved closer, standing just to the side of where Harry's knelt. "What's he feel like?"

Harry smirks and tosses the bottle of lube he brought into the room up to Zayn. "Why don't you feel for yourself?"

Zayn is quick to get his fingers slicked up and he kneels beside Harry. Harry pulls his fingers out and lets Zayn enter him, his features dark as they slide into Niall's arse.

"Oh my god," he whispers as he twists his fingers around experimentally, making Niall whimper around Liam's cock.

Liam's going to come soon, especially if Niall keeps humming around him, his throat vibrating the tip of Liam's dick. He holds off, though, not wanting it to be over quite yet.

But then Harry's biting his lip and moving his hand down to meet Zayn's and he wiggles in a finger alongside Zayn's and Niall releases a long, low groan with Liam pressing against his throat and that's it. Liam fucks roughly up into the mouth a few more times and he's coming, his body pulsing with heat and electricity. Niall swallows around him just like he did with Louis and the feeling of those throat muscles working drags his orgasm out until he has nothing left to give and he slumps back against the couch, spent.

***

Louis

As Niall pulls off Liam's cock, Louis watches Harry and Zayn fuck his arse with their fingers for another moment before Harry grabs the dildo beside him and holds it up in front of Niall's face.

"You're gonna put on a show for us, Niall," Harry says and, while his voice is always a bit raspy, Louis is in awe at the roughness of it now. "Get yourself all loosened up for us, right?"

Niall bites his lip, fingers still fucking into him and he squeaks softly, eyes squeezed shut. Zayn seems to have caught up, snapped out of his daze, and he reaches his free hand up to Niall's hair, yanking his head back.

"Answer him."

Niall's eyes snap open wide as his neck is arched back and he tries to nod, but Zayn's hold is tight.

"Yes, I will, I'll- fuck," Niall moans loudly, breaking off. "I will."

Zayn and Harry pull their fingers out simultaneously and Zayn pulls him straight up with that same grip in his hair while Harry shoves the dildo into his hand.

"On the floor, spread out for us," Harry directs, standing and taking a step back.

Zayn does, too, and they both go to sit on the other couch while Louis watches Niall shakily crawl to the space directly between the couches, laying out on his back. He's just now noticing how hard Niall is, sees the reflection of precome beading at the tip of his dick. It blows Louis's mind how hot Niall finds this, being bossed around and used and Louis is very happy to do the using.

When Niall's laid out, Harry chucks the bottle of lube at his feet and Niall quickly lubes the dildo, getting it ready for him. As he tucks his knees up and spreads his legs, Louis's eyes fall immediately to his arse hole, the pink skin already shining with lube. He's never wanted a guy's arse before, not really, not like this, but right now he'd take Niall over any girl.

And then Niall's pressing the dildo to his hole, his pink face scrunched up with a mix of embarrassment and concentration as he works it inside of himself.

Louis is officially hard again as Niall releases a breathy moan, pushing the toy in slowly until it's buried. It's the same Niall who's always prancing around them, making them laugh; the same Niall who likes to snuggle them all, likes it when they're touching him, except now he's laid out for them, fucking himself slowly with a dildo and Louis can barely see straight he's so fucking turned on.

"Faster," Zayn commands, his hand resting over the bulge in his trousers.

Niall whimpers as he speeds up, hiking his legs up further to get better access. Louis studies where the plastic disappears behind Niall's stretched out hole and wonders how tight that stretch is, wonders what it feels like.

"Tell us how it feels," Liam says next to Louis and when he looks over, he sees that his cock is still out, not quite hard yet, but not quite soft anymore either.

"Feels good-" Niall breathes, fucking the toy in deep. "Feels big, full."

"You wish it was one of us?" Harry asks.

"Yeah," Niall replies immediately, whining. "Yeah, please."

Louis raises his head to Harry and Zayn because it's their turn next, he supposes, but the two of them are just staring at Niall's arse darkly.

"What do you want?" Zayn asks, drawing him out.

Niall moans loudly as he shoves the dildo in, probably hitting his prostate, Louis thinks. Niall's body jerks a little, his muscles seizing up before he pulls the toy out and pushes it back in again.

"I want someone to fuck me," Niall pleads, his voice broken and desperate.

"Come over here," Harry orders roughly. "But keep that inside you."

Louis watches as Niall awkwardly sits up, holding the dildo inside him as he clumsily crawls toward the other couch. It's so pitiful to watch that it's actually hot.

Harry pulls him up until he's straddling Harry's lap, his hand between his thighs to keep himself plugged with the toy.

"Keep fucking yourself," Harry says with a nod of his head. "Come on, show us what a slut you are."

Niall whimpers, but does as he's told, using the new position to ride the dildo. His hand pulls out while his body raises up and then he falls back down, pushing it inside deep. Louis can see that his other hand is gripping Harry's shoulder, his head ducked down with shame.

"Zayn, you wanna fuck him first?" Harry asks, turning his head.

Zayn eyes Niall, acting as though he's considering it even though they all know he's probably aching inside his trousers, wanting to get inside. But he cocks his head curiously anyway, lifting his hand to lightly pinch Niall's nipple. Niall cries out as Zayn plays with the nub, his breathing ragged around the noises.

"You wanna ride my cock, Niall?" Zayn asks, his voice soft and curious as he pushes down his trousers.

"Yeah, please let me," Niall whispers, watching intently where Zayn pulls out his erection.

Zayn smirks, looking down at his dick and he gives it a couple of slow tugs before looking back up to where Niall is practically salivating, staring at the flesh.

"Tell us what you are, Niall," Zayn says, pushing his pants down entirely, kicking them off. "Wanna hear you say it."

Louis can just barely see Niall biting his lip before he whispers, "I'm a- a whore," still fucking himself with the dildo.

"Whose whore are you, Niall?" Zayn asks, stroking himself again.

"All of yours, I- I'm a whore for all of you."

That seems to be enough for Zayn because he grins darkly and retrieves the lube, smearing it over himself. As soon as he's lubed up, he reaches over and takes the dildo into his hand, pulling it out slowly with a slick little pop, and throwing it to the ground.

He pulls Niall over by the waist, turning him around so he's facing away, giving Louis a wonderful view of his body. Zayn settles him over his cock, Niall's feet planted on the couch on either side of him.

"Wait," Niall breathes frantically, as if just realizing something. "Wait, condoms, I-"

"You fuck guys raw, Niall?" Zayn asks, Niall hovering just over the tip of his dick.

Niall shakes his head immediately.

"No, nev-"

He doesn't have time to finish because Zayn is pulling him forcefully down on him, sliding inside, and Niall cries out in surprise as he's impaled.

"Until now," Zayn says tightly, smirking as he bottoms out.

***

ZAYN

Niall's arse feels fucking spectacular. Zayn holds him down for a long moment, just trying to remember to keep breathing. The other guys are all watching wide-eyed and Zayn scrapes his teeth over Niall's shoulder blade before he leans back.

"Move," he says simply, resting his hands on Niall's hips.

Niall's shaking, Zayn can feel his muscles trembling under his hands, and that shouldn't be so fucking hot, but it is. So hot to have this small frame sitting on his dick, shaking with need or anxiety or embarrassment – Zayn doesn't even know what, but all of the options make his cock throb inside Niall's arse.

When Niall starts moving, bouncing slowly up and down, god, it's fucking incredible. He's tight and slick around Zayn, squeezing him just right as he pulls himself up, making Zayn see fucking stars.

"Just like that," Zayn murmurs, letting Niall do the work himself. "Look at that pretty arse move, fuck."

Niall moans as he slides along Zayn's length and it's clear to everyone that this is his element, getting fucked is what this boy was born to do.

Harry leans down next to them and retrieves the bottle of vodka they've been drinking from, the last of its contents swishing around in the bottom as he lifts it. Zayn just watches as Harry stands, pushing Niall's chest until he's leaning back, pressed against Zayn's chest, still grinding down on Zayn's cock.

"You need another drink, babe," Harry says, tipping the bottle up to Niall's mouth, pushing the rim of it between his lips.

Niall seems reluctant, but he lets Harry pour the alcohol into his mouth, more than a shot's worth, and he swallows most of it before coughing loudly, clear liquor streaming down his chin and over his chest. Harry repeats the motion, pouring the liquid into Niall's mouth again, and Niall drinks what he can, letting the rest spill out until it's dripping down his stomach.

"God, you swallow come better than alcohol," Harry says, rolling his eyes before looking to where the liquid has dripped down past his stomach. "Look what a mess you made," he mutters, dropping his finger to where a bead of alcohol is sitting right at the base of his dick.

He swipes the finger through the liquid, running it over the top of Niall's hard length, smiling wickedly as Niall cries out desperately at the touch.

"Anyone want to lick him clean?" Harry asks, turning back to where Liam and Louis are both watching silently, intently.

The two look at each other for a moment before Louis jumps to his feet. Meanwhile, Niall has slowed his movements, maybe out of anticipation, and Zayn smacks his hip harshly.

"Fucking move," he rasps into Niall's ear.

It seems to snap Niall out of his haze and he bounces up and down again, faster now, whimpering as Zayn lifts his hips to meet Niall's movements, shoving deep inside.

Zayn slinks his arms under Niall's armpits, hooking his hands up to hold onto Niall's shoulders. When he's got a tight hold, he watches over Niall's shoulder as Louis bends over him, licking vodka from his chest. Niall whimpers again as Louis's tongue flicks out over his skin and Zayn tightens his hold, bringing his hands up behind Niall's neck so Niall can't reach out forward, his shoulders pulled back by Zayn's arms.

And then Louis shifts his attention down, licking the liquid away from Niall's skin just above the base of his ragingly hard cock before he puffs out a short laugh and quickly pulls Niall's erection into his mouth, sucking the alcohol off for just a moment before popping off again.

Niall's panting in Zayn's lap, breathing raggedly and desperately, to the point where it sounds like dry sobs escaping his lungs. Louis stands up, laughing again, and shakes his head.

"Never had a dick in my mouth before," he says in disbelief, before he reaches down and gives Niall a few experimental strokes as he mutters to himself, "first time for everything, I guess."

Niall's trying to rock forward into Louis's touch, gasping at the sensation, but then Louis lets him go, stepping back.

"Liam, you ever had a dick in your mouth?" Zayn asks, peering over at where Liam's still watching on the other couch like he's fascinated by the whole scene.

"Me? No, no, never did," he stammers.

"Come on, then, give him a taste," Zayn says, using his hold on Niall's shoulders to hold him still now while he thrusts up into his arse.

Liam looks nervous, but after only a moment's hesitation, he stands, walking up in front of where Niall is shaky and pink and desperate to be touched.

"Don't you fucking come in Liam's mouth," Zayn whispers roughly into Niall's ear. "It's the poor lad's first time, don't want to scare him away, do you?"

Niall shakes his head deliriously, his body jumping a bit with each thrust as Zayn fucks up into him, and Zayn nods at Liam.

"Go on. See what it's like."

Liam nods to himself and drops to his knees in front of Niall, looking up for a moment before he tentatively takes him into hand, holding Niall's cock still as he drops his lips over the head.

Niall cries out again, and Zayn's pretty sure there are actual tears now, his cries sounding wet and his chest heaving as Liam pushes his mouth down over him, Niallbing a bit as he tastes.

Zayn can feel Niall's body tensing, so he jerks his hold on his shoulders harshly.

"Better not come, Niall," Zayn warns.

Niall starts shaking like he's trying to hold back and Liam Nialls a few times on his cock before he pulls off, standing up, his head tilted to the side as he licks his lips.

"Hm. Not bad, I suppose."

Zayn chuckles lightly, noticing that Niall's still shaking in his arms, and he quickens his pace, feeling himself near the edge, too. The other three boys are now standing in front of them, watching, and Niall's arse muscles are clenching around Zayn, quivering with each thrust.

Harry's eyeing Niall closely and he steps forward, leaning down to take Niall in his hand, but he doesn't stroke him, he holds him tight at the base of his cock, keeping him from coming.

"How badly do you want to come, babe?"

Niall lets a sob rack through him and he flails his arms, trying to touch himself, but Zayn's got his arms trapped and Harry laughs darkly at his attempts.

"Use your words, now, come on."

"Please," Niall gasps out as Zayn angles in deep, rubbing up against the right spot, making his body jerk. "I want it so bad, please, Harry."

Harry grins and Zayn looks down to see Harry release his hold, giving him a few light strokes as Zayn hits the right spot again and that's it. Niall comes hard, splashing in long streaks across his stomach, his body quaking against Zayn's as he comes in long pulses. Harry lets go before he's even finished, while he's still shooting, and grabs the vodka bottle. As Niall finishes coming, before he's caught his breath, Harry tips his head back again, pouring more of the liquid down his throat, making him cough violently as he tries to swallow it.

"Fuck," Zayn grunts, looking down to see Niall's stomach and chest covered in vodka and come. It's too much and it tips him over the edge, thrusting up deeply as he spills inside Niall's arse, coming hard. His vision goes fuzzy as he rides it out, holding Niall tightly against him, rubbing his cock against the tightness of his walls as the orgasm is pulled from him and he's drained.

When he's finished, he takes a moment to breathe and goes slack, releasing Niall from his grip. With his eyes still closed, Niall is pulled off of him and hauled away, leaving Zayn to come down, a happy smile on his face.

***

HARRY

Harry's been waiting months to get inside Niall, if he's being honest. And all that time, he somehow knew Niall would give it to him if Harry asked, but he held off for some unknown reason. Or maybe he had a good reason at some point, but now he can't remember. He really is glad he waited, though, because this is so much hotter than anything he's imagined.

Between the vodka and his orgasm, Niall is floppy and pliant in his arms as Harry carries him to the other couch, dropping him flat on his back across it. His skin is still wet with alcohol and come and, as Harry pushes his legs up, he sees his hole shining with moisture, too.

He holds both of Niall's ankles up in the air with one hand and drops the other to his arse, tracing the rim lightly with a finger, watching the muscle spasm at the touch.

"Bet you want more, don't you?" Harry asks, dropping his legs and standing to remove his clothing. "What if we just left you like this, hm? Would you cry? Beg us to fuck you?"

Niall's out of it, but alert enough to whisper, "yeah," his eyes on Harry as he undresses.

Soon enough, he's naked and lubed and lined up with Niall's entrance and Niall looks up, his eyes pleading for him to push in. Harry teases him for a moment, rubbing the tip of his dick across Niall's arse, but he can't hold out any longer, so he pushes in, burying himself in one swift movement.

Niall arches his back, mouth falling open, and Harry smiles a little self-indulgently, pushing his knees up. He starts sliding in and out, the tightness of it overwhelming even after he's been fucked open. Niall cringes a bit when he speeds up, probably already sore, but he's also moaning as Harry dives deep, filling him up.

After a minute, Harry leans back on his calves, hiking Niall up so his lower back is resting on Harry's thighs as he thrusts up, bouncing Niall's body with each push in.

"Louis," Harry breathes, glancing up. "Suck him hard, would you?"

Louis shrugs a bit before bending down and taking Niall's slowly hardening cock into his mouth. Niall gasps at the feeling, instinctively lowering his hands to try to push Louis away from his oversensitive cock.

Liam doesn't even need to be directed, he steps up quickly and grabs Niall's hands, holding them tightly above his head with a disappointed head shake.

"Maybe we should tie him up or something," Liam says, frowning down at Niall.

Harry grins brightly, impressed with Liam's statement and agrees quickly.

"Zayn-"

"Yeah, I'm going, hold on," Zayn says behind Harry, already leaving the room.

Harry looks down to where Louis's still sucking, then drags his gaze up to Niall's face, almost red now, his features tight. He can see his chest heaving unevenly as Louis sucks him and Harry grinds into his arse and it's amazing seeing him like this. Weak and powerless and still so fucking desperate.

"He hard yet?" Harry asks, noticing that Louis is Niallbing up and down more now and he hums affirmatively before popping off.

"Yeah, nice and hard," he says, replacing his mouth with his hand, stroking him slowly a few times. "Hate to say it, but I actually really like sucking his dick. That's gay, right?"

Harry releases a little laugh, shaking his head at the confused but lustful look on Louis's face.

"Not necessarily," he answers, but before the conversation can go on further, Zayn's back in the room holding two formal ties.

"Didn't take these out of the pocket of my suitcase since the last time I used it," he explains, handing one to Liam. "Should work, yeah?"

Liam nods, examining the tie, then looks up to Harry.

"Lift him up so I can get his hands behind his back," he says with a gentle nod of his head, releasing Niall's hands from his grip.

Harry has another idea, though, smacking Niall's arse cheek as he pulls out.

"On your knees," he orders. "Arse in the air."

Niall scrambles to turn over, positioning himself on his hands and knees, but Harry lifts him and pushes him forward so he's bent over the armrest, the upper half of his body hanging over the side of the couch.

Harry crawls up behind him and wastes no time squeezing inside again, pushing a little noise out of Niall's throat as he slams in heavily, grasping his hips.

"Tie him up then," he breathes out as he begins a steady rhythm of deep thrusts that have Niall whimpering beneath him.

Zayn holds Niall's arms while Liam ties the tie around his wrists, some fancy knot that looks like something he learned in the scouts. Within a minute, Niall is properly bound, hands tied uselessly behind his back, and just the sight makes Harry quicken his thrusts, feeling his orgasm approaching.

His eyes close as he chases it, feeling it build in his lower half, toes tingling.

When he opens them again a moment later, Niall's mouth is once again stuffed full of Louis's cock and he's once again choking around him, letting Louis fuck his mouth. It's enough to push Harry over the edge and he comes, his thrusts stuttering as he fills Niall's arse with his release, letting the feeling flood his senses. As his cock throbs with the last of his climax being dragged from him, he stills his hips, then slowly pulls out, giving Niall's arse one last heavy smack before backing away, settling next to Zayn on the other couch.

***

LIAM

As Harry steps away, Liam just looks at Niall for a while, tied up and defenseless as Louis fucks deep into his throat. His arse is still stuck up in the air, red from Harry's hips and his hands, and lube and come coating his hole. He watches Louis abuse the small lad's mouth and he contemplates what he wants to do.

He wants to fuck him, sure, but part of him wants to wait, too. They've got two more days, after all, plenty of time to fuck him.

"Louis, fuck him, go on," Liam says as Louis grasps at Niall's hair, face twisted up in pleasure.

Louis's gaze flicks up to Liam's face, then over to the curve of Niall's bum and he nods, pulling quickly out of Niall's mouth.

"Yeah," he mumbles to himself, shedding his trousers and pants quickly as he moves behind Niall.

Liam steps up in front of Niall and he can't see Louis enter him, but he sees it in Niall's face, watches as he goes slack at the intrusion. Liam's got his trousers pulled up and fastened again, an excited bulge mounding underneath the fabric. He steps closer, just a few inches from Niall's face and he tips the boy's face up until their eyes meet. Niall's pupils are blown wide, his eyelids heavy, but he meets Liam's stare through his haze.

"Taking your third dick of the night, babe," Liam says, sounding casually impressed. "Doing so well, giving it up so easily, aren't you?"

Niall whimpers, eyes fixated on Liam's as Louis pounds into him excitedly. He nods up at Liam, whispering an obedient, broken "yes". Liam nods, agreeing, and takes a small step forward, almost closing the gap between them.

"Show me what you want," Liam says, nudging his hips forward until his bulge just barely touches Niall's lips.

Niall groans, deep in his throat, and leans in, closing the distance. His open mouth covers Liam's clothed erection and begins mouthing at the hardness, his hot breath filtering through the fabric and making Liam twitch under it.

"Such a whore," Liam mutters quietly, mostly to himself, as he watches Niall trace his bulge with his lips. "Aren't you?"

Niall doesn't respond, keeps moving his lips over Liam's trousers as Louis speeds up his already quick thrusts, holding Niall's hips tightly as he pulls him in with short, sharp blows. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as Liam kneels down so he's face to face with Niall.

"I asked you," he breathes, leaning in to nip at Niall's lip, "if you're a whore."

He pulls back to stare hard into Niall's eyes and Niall stares blankly for a moment before he whispers his response.

"Yes, yeah," he nods, breath stuttered as he's fucked, "I'm a whore."

Liam smirks darkly and nods to himself before bringing a hand up, tracing Niall's lips with the pad of his middle finger.

"Show me," he whispers, slipping the finger past Niall's soft lips.

Niall immediately sucks the finger in, moaning around it. Liam shoves in to the knuckle, enjoying the way Niall's tongue curls around the digit, before he slips his index finger in, too. As Liam starts fucking his mouth with his fingers, letting Niall work his tongue along them, Louis stalls his energetic thrusts, groaning loudly, and Liam looks up to see him clawing at Niall's back, mouth wide as he comes.

After a moment, he slumps back, slipping out of Niall carelesly and Niall squeaks a raspy sound out around Liam's fingers as he does.

"Turn over," Liam orders as Louis shifts away, leaving Niall alone on the couch.

Niall fumbles as his exhausted body tries to maneuver onto his back with his hands tied tightly behind him. When he does manage it, Liam finds what he was looking for, sees Niall's cock standing stiff in the air, pink and wet with precome.

He stares for a long while, watches as Niall's muscles jump under his skin, his body begging to be fucked again. Niall looks wiped out, shiny with sweat and unable to properly catch his breath and that's all before Liam focuses his attention back and Niall's dick, hard and smooth and hovering in the air.

"You gonna fuck him or not?" Zayn asks from behind him.

Liam turns to see Harry and Zayn sprawled out naked on the couch, Louis on the floor below them with his eyes closed, still obviously coming down from his fuck.

"Not sure," Liam says thoughtfully, turning back to Niall. He drops a hand to Niall's cock, fingers teasing over the length, dragging a shuddering gasp out from Niall's lungs. "Think I'd rather send him to bed without letting him come."

Niall whines loudly at that, shaking his head desperately as Liam gives him one single stroke, making him shake all over. A moment later, Harry is standing next to Liam, hooking his arm around Liam's shoulder, both boys looking down over Niall's needy body.

"I like your ideas, Payne," Harry says, smirking down at Niall's pitiful expression, misery and desperation etched into his features.

Harry lets go of Liam and leans forward a bit. Liam watches as he lines himself up over Niall's cock and releases a heavy drop of saliva, letting it drip down and splash onto Niall's sensitive pink skin, landing just below the head of his cock. The spit drips down Niall's shaft slowly and Liam is transfixed on that little drop of fluid that has effectively erased any pride left in Niall in an instant. His own dick is twitching in his trousers at the sight.

"I have another idea," he says, watching the saliva drift down to Niall's balls before he looks up, staring out the window-covered wall past the couch. "He needs some fresh air, I'd say."

***

Niall

Niall is drunk and tired and his shoulders are starting to ache from his hands being tied behind his back, but he's only really worried about the fact that his dick is throbbing painfully, needing to come. As he's thrown over Liam's shoulder, he doesn't even mind, just hopes for some friction along the way.

Things are getting a bit blurred around him and when he's settled down outside, he's vaguely aware of all four guys around him, muttering things to each other that Niall can't hear. Then, Niall feels the tie on his wrists loosened and removed and his arms are freed. Before he can even stretch them out, though, his wrists are caught by two different people's hands and Zayn is crouching down in front of him.

Without saying a word, Zayn reaches his tongue out and flicks it over Niall's slit, grinning wickedly when Niall cries out. He pulls back for and a moment, then lowers his mouth over the length with no suction at all, his lips barely even touching Niall, mouth completely slack.

"Please," he begs, desperate for more, trying to buck his hips up. "Please, more."

"Your cock is so cute when it's hard like this," Zayn says, pulling off. He adds his own saliva to the mixture, spitting crudely at Niall's erection. "Wouldn't want to ruin that by making you come, would I?"

Zayn shifts back and pushes himself up and Niall wants to cry, but with Zayn's mouth away from his aching cock, he finally realizes what they were doing while Zayn was distracting him.

He tugs his arms from where they're up above his head and feels firm resistance. And that's when he realizes he's tied to the slats in the deck railing, tied immovably tightly. All of the boys are looking down at him, grinning in the darkness, silhouetted by the dim porch light behind them.

Liam disappears for a minute while Harry kneels down next to him, smiling as his hand pets over Niall's chest gently, fingertips dragging over Niall's sensitive nipples and Niall squirms at the touch, feeling like he might pass out from how hard his cock is, how badly he wants it. Moments later, Liam is back, propping a pillow under Niall's head and leaning down to kiss his forehead, then moving down to lower his mouth over the nipple Harry's not playing with. He flicks his tongue out over it and Niall shudders, whining desperately.

"Come on, lads, let's let him sleep," Louis says above them.

Liam lets go after a gentle scrape of teeth against his nipple and Harry leans down to kiss Niall's lips lightly, then shimmies down to place one last maddening kiss to Niall's dick.

"You can come after breakfast," Harry says, finally standing and joining the other boys where they're starting to walk away.

Niall watches them go back inside, and they hit the light, plunging the deck into the darkness of the night.

It takes him a long time to fall asleep- maybe an hour, maybe three- and his dick isn't quite screaming at him anymore, but he's not soft yet, either, when he finally falls into a light sleep.

He's woken shortly afterward and it's still dark, but he feels hands pushing his legs up and a cock squeezing into his sore arse hole before he's fully awake.

"Changed my mind," comes Liam's voice in the darkness.

And then he's fucking Niall, thrusting slow and deep and Niall's mind is gone, so out of it from fatigue and alcohol and being tied up on a porch that he can only mumble incoherent thoughts back.

"Liam, come, I want, please, touch me," he babbles, his eyes still closed.

"Mmm, sorry, babe," Liam mutters, sinking deep inside. "Promised the others I wouldn't."

Niall's lip wobbles, but he's too exhausted to cry, just lets Liam move inside him, pain and pleasure mixing together until Niall is painfully hard again and Liam is rocking heavily into his arse. Niall grips onto the wooden slats that his hands are anchored to as Liam pushes his legs up further, getting better access to get deep inside so Niall can feel him all the way in. It only lasts a few minutes before Liam is pulling out, coming across Niall's chest in streaks, and he drops back on his calves.

Niall still hasn't opened his eyes, but he does now, he looks up at Liam and he can't see a lot because of the darkness, but he watches Liam drop a hand to Niall's dick, wrapping his fingers around it. Niall gasps at the touch, his skin feeling like it's on fire.

"How close are you, Niall?" He asks, giving a gentle tug.

"So close, please, just a few, please," Niall releases in one frantic breath.

Liam gives him two more solid tugs before he takes his hand away and Niall wants to scream, but instead he releases a dry sob, a ragged breath that Liam smiles at.

"Sorry, Niall," he says, placing a kiss to his hip before he pushes himself up. "Sleep well."

And then he's gone again and Niall can't fall asleep for another hour.

"Hey," Louis's voice filters into Niall's foggy mind not too long after.

Niall's eyes open to find Louis kneeling next to him and he rasps out the first conscious thought he has.

"Please, Louis, please make me come," he begs blearily, his voice cracking over every word.

Louis bites his lip, Niall sees, and drags his attention down to Niall's stiff cock before he looks back into Niall's eyes.

"I'd like to," he says quietly. "Like to get my mouth around you again." Niall whimpers, shifting his hips up at the thought. "God, I'd love to suck you off. Keep your hands tied so you couldn't touch, just have to let me go at my own pace. Let you feel my warm tongue flicking over you, tease your slit until you couldn't take it anymore, until you came on my tongue."

Niall whines, squirming around and he tries to nod encouragingly.

"Please, you can, please," he whispers, his muscles sore and tight from being on the edge for so long.

Louis looks down again, bringing his hand down to Niall's cock and running his thumb down the length, down to his balls, and Niall spreads his legs as far as he can, inviting the touch.

"You still wet?" Louis asks as he drops his fingers lower until they graze over Niall's hole, making Niall's eyes roll back as his head drops against the pillow. "You are, god, you're so wet."

His fingers trace around the rim for a moment before he dips one inside, slipping in easily from all the lube and come that's still coating him. Niall whimpers, trying to push down onto Louis's finger as Louis moves slowly, curiously.

"Never had a finger in another guy's arse before," Louis says quietly, almost to himself. "Still so tight even after taking all of us."

But then he removes the finger and Niall bites his lip hard, trying not to cry or scream.

"I brought you some water. Want you to be ready for tomorrow."

Niall lets his head be tipped up as Louis brings the bottle to his lips, pouring cool liquid down his throat. Niall takes it happily, trails of water running down his chin as he drinks. Louis gives him a moment to breathe before tipping the rest back and Niall swallows it gratefully, the liquid soothing his rough throat.

When he's done, he leans down and smiles, pushing forward to kiss Niall's lips. Niall lets out a muffled noise of surprise, not expecting Louis's lips on his, and Louis pushes into it further, prying open his mouth with his insistent tongue.

After a minute, Louis pulls back and Niall's short of breath from the water and the kiss and the ever-present tightness of needing to come.

"Gonna have so much fun playing with you tomorrow," he breathes, bending down to suck the tip of Niall's cock into his lips.

Niall cries out, thinking just a little bit more, just a little more and he'll be able to come. But Louis's off of him as soon as he thinks it and he walks back inside, leaving Niall on the brink of madness.

Madness that has him talking to himself, muttering into the darkness, begging for someone to please help him, to let him come.

***

ZAYN

When Zayn wakes up, Liam is still asleep in the other bed and he immediately gets into the shower, washing himself clean, then throws on some shorts and a t-shirt. He pads quietly out of the room, finding coffee already made in the kitchen and he pours himself a cup before he slips out the back door, finding Harry sitting at the patio table next to where Niall is tied up.

"Hey," Zayn whispers, noticing that Niall's still asleep.

Harry smiles his greeting as Zayn sits next to him and they both look down over the boy, filthy with come and lube and saliva.

"I wonder if he's hard again or still hard," Harry whispers, pointing at Niall's erection. "God, can you imagine?"

Zayn shakes his head because, no, he can't imagine being hard that long. He can't imagine that pain.

They sit in silence for a while, just watching Niall sleep fitfully, eyebrows scrunching up and muscles jerking every once in a while. They watch until Louis slips outside, too, joining them with his own cup of coffee.

"Jesus," Louis whispers when he steps up next to them. "He still hard?"

Zayn merely nods as they fall back into silence. Harry finally stands a few minutes later, whispering that he's going to go make breakfast, and Louis takes the seat he vacates.

"We'll have to clean him up," Zayn says, eyes trailing over what must be Liam's come dried across his chest.

"I guess," Louis agrees, cocking his head.

When Liam finally wakes up, Zayn decides they should get him clean while Harry finishes breakfast and, with Louis's help, he goes to untie Niall's hands. As soon as they start working, Niall blinks awake, disoriented and confused.

"Morning, sunshine," Zayn greets, finally speaking at a normal volume. "We're gonna get you clean."

Niall's eyes drift slowly over the Zayn and Louis's faces, then up to Liam who's watching above them. He looks back to Zayn hovering above him as he works on loosening the knot and he speaks, his voice wrecked.

"Do I get to come? Please, I've been so good, please let me come."

Zayn is caught between arousal and pity at the desperation in his voice and he nods.

"Soon. After breakfast, remember?"

He watches as a tear falls from Niall's eye, the boy slumping back in defeat as they free his hands. Liam carries him inside and they get him showered, keeping the water cool as they scrub his skin clean and Niall whimpers weakly as Zayn drags a cloth gently over his dick, then instructs him to bend over.

Liam moves him so the shower spray falls over his bum, washing away the lube and the come dripping from his hole as Zayn uses the soapy washcloth to wipe away the residue.

When he's clean, he and Liam get Niall dressed as Louis heads into the kitchen and Niall's erection still isn't gone, but he seems calmer after the cold shower. When they get him into a loose pair of joggers, forgoing pants, Liam shakes his head as Zayn picks up a shirt.

"No shirt," he says. "Want to be able to see his pretty body."

And, well, Zayn can't argue with that so he drops the shirt and leans down to kiss Niall lightly.

"You're gonna be good for us today, right?" He asks, peppering kisses against the boy's lips and jaw. "If we let you come?"

Niall nods quickly, clearly more alert, and he turns into Zayn's kisses more.

"I'll be good, I'll do anything, I promise," he releases into Zayn's lips, still nodding.

Liam steps forward, petting Niall's hair as Zayn pulls away from the soft lips, smiling.

"After breakfast," Liam assures him. "Come on, babe."

They walk him into the kitchen and Harry and Louis whip their heads up to smile over at the newly clean boy. Liam lifts Niall onto the counter and Louis approaches with a piece of toast, holding it up to Niall's lips.

"Open up," he says and Niall complies, lets Louis feed him bites of toast.

Harry brings over a plate of bacon and fruit and they take turns feeding him, tipping back sips of juice between bites. As Louis stabs a grape onto his fork and lifts it to Niall's lips, Zayn leans in and licks at Niall's nipple, feeling his muscles tense as Zayn's tongue flicks over the nub.

"Want another piece of bacon?" Liam asks. "Some more toast?"

Niall shakes his head quickly, glancing down at where Zayn's attacking his nipple, making Niall unravel again, his calmness quickly dissipating.

"No, I'm done with breakfast, I'm full," he mumbles and Zayn smiles around his hard nipple, laughing lightly at his obvious attempt to hurry along to the part where he gets to come.

"Well, it's time for us to eat now," Harry pipes up, carrying full dishes of food to the dining room table just a few feet away. "Then we'll make you feel better, alright?"

Niall releases a disappointed groan, but Zayn's teeth nip harshly at his nipple.

"Be good, Niall, or it won't happen at all."

Niall falls silent at that and Zayn nods approvingly, lifting him up. He settles in a chair at the table and pulls Niall onto his lap, drifting his fingers over the boy's soft tummy.

As they start eating, Zayn's hand falls over Niall's bulge, cock outlined clearly through the fabric. He makes sure to keep his touch light, knowing that Niall has been on the edge for hours and anything could tip him over.

After a few bites, Zayn can't handle having Niall squirming on his lap without touching more so, while

the other boys are chatting amongst each other, Zayn sucks two fingers of his left hand into his mouth, coating them with saliva, then slides his hand under Niall's joggers.

"How's your arse feel today, Niall?" He asks quietly, dropping his fingers down between Niall cheeks, seeking out his hole. "Sore?"

He finds what he was looking for and Niall squirms more, nodding.

"Yeah, hurts a little," he whispers.

Zayn plays around the rim for a minute, teasing, but then he dips the tip of his finger inside, smiling at the way Niall's muscles clench around him.

With his right hand, he pulls Niall's joggers down to pull out his cock and he wraps his fist around the base, gripping tightly to make sure he doesn't come just from his arse being played with.

When Zayn's got one finger buried, Niall tries desperately to rock his hips up into Zayn's fist, but Zayn holds tightly, not letting him get any friction.

"My hands are busy, babe. Could you feed me some fruit?" Niall whines but leans forward to pick up Zayn's fork, but Zayn makes a little disagreeing noise. "Fingers."

Niall just barely comprehends, trying not to focus on Zayn fingering his sore hole, and he picks up a piece of strawberry with his hand, lifting it over his shoulder to feed to Zayn. When he leans forward to get more, Zayn slips another finger inside him, making Niall cry out as he fumbles to pick up another piece of fruit, but drops it as Zayn stretches him out.

The cry gets the attention of the other boys and they all look over, confused, until they figure out what's happening.

"You're not going to let him get off before we're done, right?" Louis asks, concerned.

"Got a tight hold, Ni, don't worry," Zayn assures, fucking his fingers into Niall's arse deeply. "In fact, if you want to come suck him, I'll hold on, make sure he doesn't come yet."

Louis's face breaks out into a grin and he stands, walking around the table as Niall actually starts crying, clearly unable to hold back the tears anymore.

"You promised, you said I could come," he wheezes as his chest shudders with defeated sobs. "Let me come, please."

"We said after breakfast," Zayn says, curling his fingers inside Niall's arse roughly. "Look at my plate."

Niall looks and sees several pieces of fruit left and he nods through his sobs, reaching out for a grape and bringing it up to Zayn's mouth, letting him suck it from between his fingers. As he leans forward to get another piece, Louis kneels beside them and Zayn scoots his chair to the side to give him a better angle.

He watches as Louis leans forward, teasing the tip of Niall's swollen cock with his tongue, making Niall cry harder while trying to focus on feeding Zayn. When Louis's mouth slides down his length, Zayn focuses on keeping his grip tight, letting his fingers still in Niall's arse, and Niall crumples, wet sobs racking through him as he's teased.

"The faster you feed me those last few bites, the faster you get to come," Zayn reminds him, feeling Louis's lips bump into his fist at the base of Niall's cock. "Louis wants it, he wants your come so bad, come on."

Louis hums in agreement around Niall's cock and Niall reaches out again, his hands shaking almost violently. As he feeds the last few pieces of fruit to Zayn, his body is trembling and he's crying harder, tears coating his cheeks. When he gets the last piece into Zayn's mouth, he immediately falls back against Zayn's chest, ragged sobs ripping through his chest.

"Please, please, please," he mutters over and over again like it's the only word he remembers, the only word he knows how to say.

"You lads ready?" Zayn asks the others, Harry and Liam now standing near them, watching intently as Louis sucks.

They nod and Louis mumbles an "mhmm" around Niall and Zayn leans in to nibble at Niall's ear.

"Say thank you," he whispers, grinding his fingers into Niall's arse.

"Thank you, thank you, please let me, thank you," Niall babbles through his tears.

Zayn finally releases him, bringing his hand up to hold onto Niall's slender waist as he fucks his fingers up harshly and Louis Nialls up and down. It happens almost instantly. Just a few seconds after letting go of his cock, Niall's crying out as he comes into Louis's mouth, his body spasming as his orgasm rolls through him. Zayn feels it around his fingers, feels the clenching of his muscles and he has to hold onto Niall's waist to keep him planted because with the way he's writhing around, Zayn's actually concerned he's going to fall off his lap.

"There you go," Zayn mutters as Niall's still releasing into Louis's mouth. "Feels so much better, yeah?"

Niall can't answer, of course, probably too gone to even recognize Zayn's voice, to comprehend his words. Zayn keeps his fingers buried inside Niall as Niall finally finishes, dropping back against Zayn's chest.

"Jesus," Louis says, pulling off Niall's cock and wiping his mouth. "That was a lot of fucking come," he says before his eyes suddenly widen comically. "Oh my god, I just swallowed another dude's jizz. Holy shit."

Harry laughs, pulling Louis in close against his side.

"Who knew you'd be so into it?"

Louis just shrugs because, honestly, the time to be concerned about doing gay stuff has long since passed. Zayn smiles up at them, still moving his fingers inside Niall, loving the way the muscles around him jump with each thrust and the way Niall is dead weight against him, not even bothering to complain about the continued fingering.

"Give him here," Harry says, glancing down at Zayn, his arms held out. "Unless you want him to piss on you."

When Zayn's fingers are out of Niall's bum, he pushes the boy forward a bit, letting Harry lift him up. Harry cuddles him against his chest, holding him up under his bum, and speaks softly.

"Poor thing's been hard for hours without a wee. Not gonna be able to hold it when it hits."

As Harry carries him to the bathroom, Zayn understands. He remembers finally going soft after being hard for a long time and he knows how quickly the need to piss strikes.

A few minutes later, though, Zayn's ears perk up when he hears the shower being turned on. He and the other two lads share confused glances before they all get up and make their way to the closed bathroom door, knocking. Harry opens it immediately and they look in to see Niall sitting naked in the tub, hugging his knees to his chest, his face buried as the shower spray washes over him.

"What are you doing in here?" Liam asks curiously, glancing back to Harry.

"He got a little messy," Harry explains casually. "Had a little wee right there in the tub."

Louis scrunches his face up in mild disgust, but Liam, to Zayn's surprise, pouts.

"And we weren't invited to watch?"

Harry laughs, stepping back over to Niall and sitting on the edge of the tub next to him. He brushes his hand through Niall's wet hair before looking back up.

"Well, I had a little wee, too."

No one asks any more questions about it.

***

Louis

As Harry and Liam are busy cooking dinner, Louis looks over at where Niall is now awake, curled up on his side, eyes roaming until they meet Louis's.

After Harry had apparently peed on Niall- Louis didn't get it, but he wasn't judging- they fashioned a collar out of a long jump rope they'd found in a closet, tying the rope around his neck with a slip knot, then attached him to the leg of a heavy oak table in the corner. He'd fallen asleep after a while and, although they'd taken turns going over to his corner and playing with him- slipping a finger in his arse or tickling his balls or whatever they wanted- Niall had slept most of the afternoon, curled up in a ball on the floor.

Now he seems to be fully awake and Louis pushes himself up to make his way over to him, crouching down in front of his naked body.

"You're up," he says, running a hand down his bare chest.

Niall nods, seeming more sober than he has in 24 hours, and Louis smiles, running his hand over Niall's side, over the curve of his hip. His skin is soft like Louis can't believe and he takes a moment to just feel him, savouring the softness.

Niall doesn't move or flinch as Louis touches him, running his fingers down over his thighs, then around the back over his bum, particularly enjoying the contour just below his arse where it meets his muscular thigh. Niall just stares up at Louis, nothing hidden in his eyes. It's all open for him, all given away, and Louis loves being a part of this, loves seeing him like this.

"We're gonna have dinner soon," Louis says, cupping his palm over the roundness of Niall's bum. "Then you're gonna let us have fun with you, right? Be a good boy for us?"

Niall just nods, eyes clear and fixated on Louis's.

"Good," Louis whispers, nodding.

He goes to make Niall a drink, wanting him to be nice and loose for them. When he's got a rum and coke mixed, he releases Niall from his makeshift collar and drags him over to the couch, pulling him up onto his lap and tipping the drink up to his lips.

By the time dinner is finished, Louis has made Niall drink two strong drinks and the clarity in his eyes is slowly disappearing. They decide to eat in the living room and Harry and Liam each come into the room with two plates, Harry sitting down next to Louis and handing him one of the plates and Liam doing the same with Zayn. Niall looks around and opens his mouth before thinking better of it and closing it again.

"We'll feed you from our plates," Harry says gently, leaning in to kiss the side of Niall's head. "Gotta work for it, though. Get on your knees for us."

Niall nods, falling to the floor and propping himself up on his knees, looking up at Harry and Louis expectantly, awaiting instructions. Louis smiles, leaning down to rub over Niall's shoulder.

"Go see what Harry wants you to do for him," he urges, watching Niall crawl into position in front of Harry.

"Go on and get my cock out, babe. If you get me good and hard I'll give you a few bites, okay?"

Niall nods, lifting his hands to Harry's trousers and pulling Harry's dick out of his pants. He sucks him off as they eat, watching, and Louis is amazed at how entertained he is, just watching Niall do this. After a couple minutes, Harry nods, thrusting forward into the back of Niall's mouth, biting his lip.

"Good boy, got me so hard," he says fondly.

Harry lets Niall pull off and feeds him from his plate before nodding to Louis.

"Bet Louis will share his food if you suck him that well."

And that's how dinner goes. Niall is passed around the room, sucking them all in turns and being fed bites from their plates for his hard work. Louis sees the lube on the floor next to him and he picks it up and tosses it to Zayn, who's currently got Niall's head Niallbing in his lap.

"Have him loosen himself up," he says to Zayn before taking a sip of his own rum and coke.

He watches as Niall lubes up his fingers and pushes them one by one into his arse, moaning around Zayn's cock as he does so. When he's got three fingers inside him, Zayn pulls his mouth off, holding Niall's head back as he stares for a moment. Niall keeps his fingers working, hips rocking against his own hand to get deeper, and Louis watches Zayn lube up his dick, his dark eyes trained on Niall's.

"Come here, babe, you know what to do," he says, tugging on Niall's hair.

Niall does know. He lifts himself up, slipping his fingers out of his arse, and climbs onto Zayn's lap, gripping his shoulder as he takes Zayn into his hand and guides him in. Lowering onto Zayn's shaft, he drops his head back and Louis wishes they were getting this shit on video because it's something he wants to remember forever, seeing Niall fuck himself down on his friend's dick.

He starts bouncing and Louis forces himself to keep his hand off his own dick, knowing he'll get his turn soon enough. After only a few minutes, Zayn smacks Niall's arse and tells him to move over to Liam.

Liam's got himself lubed up and Niall lifts off Zayn's length, crawling over to Liam and dropping down onto him, letting Liam's cock take the place of Zayn's inside him. Liam grips his hips and pulls him down roughly, leaning forward to mouth at Niall's nipple as he jerks his own hips up, meeting Niall's arse. The combined sensations have Niall's thighs shaking soon and Louis can't resist rubbing his palm over his own dick just a bit, needing the friction.

"Don't come yet, Niall," Liam warns, biting Niall's nipple before leaning back. He tosses the lube to Louis, who catches it and starts getting himself ready. "Louis wants to feel you, too. Go let him."

Niall whimpers as he slides off Liam and makes his way to the other couch, climbing up into Louis's lap. His skin is pink, already coming undone as he settles himself over Louis's cock, the touch of his hand enough to make Louis groan as he holds onto it, pushing himself down.

As Louis squeezes into him, he's suddenly hit with the thought that this can't end this weekend. He can't go back to the way things were, can't not get to fuck Niall again. Smoothing his hands over Niall's trembling thighs, he leans back and lets Niall begin bouncing slowly.

"How long have you been thinking about us taking you like this, Niall?" He asks, his voice tight as Niall moves, muscles dragging along his length.

Niall's shaking, holding onto Louis's shoulders, and he breathes out his response.

"Since the beginning. The whole time."

"Yeah?" Louis asks, squeezing his thighs. "How many times did you get hard in the same room as us just thinking about it?"

"So many," Niall nods, his voice coming out shaky and quiet. "So many times, all the time."

"You still gonna be our little slut after this weekend? Gonna bend over right there on the tour bus and let us play in that tight arse whenever we want?"

Niall's body shudders visibly and he nods again, face screwed up as Louis feels his heavy cock hitting his stomach with each bounce.

"Yeah, I want to, I want to be a good slut for you. All the time, I want to."

Louis bites back a smirk and moves his hands up to Niall's hips, gripping them roughly as he pulls Niall down hard, beginning a rhythm of heavy thrusts into his arse, pulling Niall down onto him as he does. Niall's muscles are tight all over and Louis knows he wants to come. The friction of his cock against Louis's stomach is probably enough to get them there so, before he can, Louis pushes him off, receiving a loud whine in response.

"Don't fucking whine," Louis spits, "or Harry might not fuck you at all and I know being denied a cock in your arse would be like the end of the fucking world to you, wouldn't it?"

Niall drops his head quickly, cheeks going even more red, and Louis barely sees the tiny nod he gives. He reaches around and gives Niall a loud, cracking smack on the bum that's hard enough to make his hand sting, so he's not surprised when Niall cries out at the contact.

"Go ask Harry if you can have his cock, go on," Louis says, pushing the whimpering boy toward Harry at the other end of the couch.

He watches as Niall crawls away and he smirks to himself at the bright red mark on his arse cheek.

***

HARRY

As Niall crawls into his lap, Harry notices that he's got tears shining in his eyes from the slap to his arse and he's still trembling, probably mostly with need. He pauses when he gets settled on Harry's lap, eyes darting down to Harry's thick cock before they lock onto his own eyes.

"Can I please?" Niall asks, looking desperate for it.

"Please what?" Harry asks mock-innocently.

"Can I please have your cock?" He mumbles, repeating Louis's words as he drops his head in shame.

"Love having your arse full, don't you? Love feeling all stretched out around a dick?"

Niall nods, whispering a "yes" and Harry bites his lip, looking up past Niall's shoulder to see if Liam's still ready to go forward with the plan they'd discussed earlier that afternoon. Liam nods to him and Harry refocuses on Niall.

"We're gonna take you to the bedroom, babe," Harry says softly. "Then you'll get what you want. We'll get you nice and full, okay?"

They all make their way to the master bedroom where Harry lays down in the middle of the bed and beckons Niall forward. Niall climbs across the large bed as Louis tosses the lube toward Harry and he makes quick work of slicking up his aching member.

"Alright, babe, up you get," Harry says, pulling Niall to straddle his hips. "Go on and take it."

Niall wastes no time, eagerly settling himself over Harry's cock and pushing himself down onto it. Harry feels the stretch around him, feels himself be sucked in as Niall's walls rub over his length. He's still so tight and he wonders how this is going to work, but they have to try. How often does this opportunity arise? So, he lets Niall fuck himself for a minute, watching the boy's eye roll back, his body loose and fluid above him, before he meets Liam's eyes and nods.

Liam nods in return and steps up behind Niall, kneeling between Harry's legs. He pushes down on Niall's bowed back, pressing him flat against Harry's chest. Niall seems to barely notice, still wiggling his hips against Harry, grinding down on him until Liam grabs his hips, stilling them.

(this is where the rape content/non con starts, please leave now if this will trigger you/ make you uncomfortable)

"Hold still, babe, hold still," he breathes out and Harry can hear the anticipation in his words, the excitement.

That's when Niall realizes, as Liam's lining up, the tip of his cock rubbing at his arse above Harry's cock. Harry feels him tense suddenly and sees the panic in his eyes as he shoots up.

"No, no, no," he rasps out quickly, trying to pull away.

Harry holds onto his waist, though, not letting him get away.

"This is gonna be easier if you relax, Niall," he says, his heart beat pounding in his ears.

"Please, no, not two," he says quickly, his words a bit slurred.

"You said yourself you like being filled up," Harry whispers, feeling Liam's cock rub against his at Niall's opening. "You're gonna like it, gonna love being stretched out by two cocks."

It takes a minute and Niall starts crying as Liam fumbles to get inside until he finds the right angle. Harry feels intense pressure as Liam's cock finally pops in alongside his and he has to fight to keep himself sane, to keep from coming right then. Liam slides in slowly and Niall is screaming through his tears, gasping for breath around his words, body shaking.

"No, it hurts! I don't want this, please, I don't want this!" He cries out, voice raspy and coated with fear and pain.

"This isn't about what you want, Niall," Harry manages to get out. "Just like you said, remember? Before this all started?"

Niall continues sobbing loudly against Harry's chest as Liam starts rubbing his dick in and out and Harry doesn't even really have to move. The tightness and the friction of Liam's cock is enough to have him desperately trying to hold off his orgasm.

"Our whore, remember, Niall?" Liam chokes out, clearly also having a hard time keeping it together. "This is what you're here for, this is your job."

It doesn't take long for Harry to near the edge and he looks down at the top of Niall's head. His face is pressed against Harry's chest, tears spilling onto his skin.

"Look at me, babe," Harry says.

When Niall doesn't look up, Zayn approaches and yanks his head up by the hair, holding him up so Harry can see his red eyes, his wet face. He can see the pain written all over his face and he feels himself edge closer, just studying Niall's wrecked features. He spits angrily, hitting Niall's cheek, saliva mixing with tears.

"Harder, Liam," he directs.

He feels Liam speed up and Niall begins gasping out fresh sobs as he's stretched painfully. Harry can feel that he won't last much longer so he lunges forward, attaching his lips to Niall's. He tastes the tears there and moans into them, rocking his hips up just a tiny bit. As he feels it spilling over him, he pulls back to look into Niall's eyes, letting himself come as Niall looks up at him. His eyes are pleading and he's shaking everywhere. Harry can feel his chest vibrating against his own. His stomach, his arms, all trembling badly as Harry releases inside Niall until he's raw and sensitive, trapped between Niall's wall and Liam's still moving cock.

Harry keeps his eyes on Niall's until Liam comes a few moments later and Harry leans up to kiss him again as Liam spills inside of Niall. He can feel the throb of it against his own cock and he moans into Niall's lips. Even those are trembling beneath Harry's and it's hotter than it should be, tearing his best friend apart.

When they slip out, Niall exhales a shaky breath, like he's relieved, but Harry just rolls him off and tells Louis to take his spot.

"Try flipping him over. See how it works that way," Liam suggests tiredly and Harry uses what little muscle strength he has left to hoist Niall onto Louis, Niall's back flat against Louis's front.

"No more, please, not again," he mumbles, chest still heaving around his quiet sobs, but his body is heavy against Louis's. Clearly he's too wiped out to put up a fight this time.

Harry gets him positioned so Louis can slide up inside him, then moves to the side, grabbing Niall's leg and signalling for Liam to do the same on the other side. When they've got his legs pulled back, held tightly, Zayn approaches, grinning, and feels out Niall's arse with the tip of his cock.

"Hey, Niall?" He says, his voice surprisingly light. Niall doesn't answer, just shudders out another heavy breath. "Did you know you're still hard, babe?" He asks, amused.

Harry notices for the first time that, yes, Niall is still hard. Or maybe he's hard again. Either way, his cock is thick and swollen against his stomach and if Harry'd had any guilt about this, it would be gone immediately.

As Zayn squeezes in, Louis is swearing under his breath beneath Niall, his head back and his eyes squeezed shut. Niall cries out again, begging for them to stop, telling him that it hurts, that he can't do it, but Harry just bends down, keeping Niall's leg held tightly when he tries to jerk it out of his grasp.

"Good little whore, good little slut," Harry sings softly, smiling down at Niall's messy face where fresh tears are mixing with the drying ones, as well as Harry's spit. "Let's see if you can get off with two cocks shoved inside you, yeah?"

He drops his hand to Niall's fat erection, picking it up and wrapping his fingers around it. It's hot in his hand and Harry doesn't actually think it'll take much to finish him off, amazed that he's able to stay this hard even through what has to be an incredible amount of pain.

"Please stop," Niall begs again as Zayn and Louis begin moving inside him.

As Harry wanks Niall, smiling down at him, Liam drops his fingers to Niall's nipple, playing with the nub. Harry lowers his mouth to the other nipple, flicking his tongue out over it and, within moments, Niall is shaking again, murmuring "no" over and over again until it all runs together.

"Cock feels so hard in my hand, babe, so hot," Harry mutters, his lips resting against Niall's erect nipple as his hand works over Niall's length rapidly. "Show us what a good boy you can be, yeah? Show us how good we're making you feel."

It's only another moment before Niall's tensing up, causing both Louis and Zayn to groan. And then Niall is coming in long, hard spurts over his stomach and Harry and Liam have to hold on to him tightly to keep him steady as he shakes through it, crying the whole time.

Before he's even finished, Louis is coming and Zayn follows shortly after. When they pull out after everyone is finished and has taken a breath, Niall falls onto his side on the bed next to Harry, heavy sobs racking his body as he curls in on himself.

Zayn falls to the bed on the other side of Louis, the two of them coming down, breathing erratically, and Liam crawls up below Niall on the bed, glancing over at Harry with a touch of anxiety in his eyes. Niall has his arms wrapped around himself, shuddering as he cries, and Harry reaches up to wipe some of the moisture away from his cheeks.

"Do you need a little time alone, Niall?" He asks softly, not knowing where the boy's head is at.

But Niall immediately reaches out, clawing at Harry's skin as he attaches himself in a desperate embrace, holding on tightly like he's afraid of being pulled away.

"No, please don't leave me, please don't," he rushes to say through his tears.

Harry smiles, wrapping an arm around his back, rubbing his fingers over his skin comfortingly.

"Okay, baby, okay. Not going anywhere."

Liam squeezes between Louis and Niall and the bed really wasn't made for five grown men, but they press closely together. Zayn and Louis fall asleep at some point, but Liam and Harry hold Niall until he stops shaking and his tears dry up.

Niall's face is pressed into Harry's neck, his grip still tight on Harry's shoulders. When he seems calmer, Harry nudges his nose against Niall's cheek, encouraging him to look up.

"Hey, Niall, let me see you," he whispers gently.

When Niall reluctantly pulls his face back from Harry's neck and looks up at him, his face is splotchy and red, but his eyes are finally dry and Harry takes a moment to admire how beautiful he looks, how raw and exposed he is.

"Love you," Harry whispers, leaning in to touch his lips to Niall's lightly.

Niall pushes into the kiss, pulling him in with his tight grip. They kiss for a few minutes, tongues lazily moving together, and Harry really does. He loves his friend so much in this moment that his chest feels tight with it.

When Harry eventually pulls out of the kiss, Niall's eyes are glassy and Harry sees Liam mouthing at his neck calmly, his tongue licking out over the skin.

"We all love you so much," Harry says, smiling softly as he refocuses on Niall.

Niall simultaneously tries to push back into Liam and forward into Harry but they're pressed in so tight, it doesn't really matter anyway.

"Thank you," Niall whispers, staring at Harry, but the words are for Liam, too, and Louis and Zayn as well. "Thank you for giving me all of this."

Harry laughs a little because Niall is actually thanking them for abusing his body, for pushing him even when he begged for them to stop. He's thanking them and it's absurd, but Harry takes it anyway.

"We'll always give this to you. All of us."

Liam nods and hums affirmatively against Niall's skin, hugging his waist tightly.

***

Niall

In the morning, after they've packed up most of their stuff, Niall finds himself sitting naked on the couch, tucked into the corner, trying not to cry. He's terrified, honestly, that when they leave everything will go back to the way it was and he doesn't know how he'll cope with that. So, as the other lads scatter around the house, slowly packing the weekend away, Niall sits. And he tries not to cry.

Zayn stops when he sees the sad expression on Niall's face and he sits next to him, petting his leg.

"You still hurting?" He asks, nudging at Niall's legs to spread them, dropping his fingers over Niall's raw arse hole.

"A little," Niall whispers. It hurts more than a little, honestly, but he doesn't really care. He likes the pain. It's like a souvenir.

Zayn's finger traces his sore rim for a moment before he pulls away and stands and Niall almost starts crying again at the loss of touch.

"Lay back for me," Zayn says, pulling Niall legs along the couch.

Niall does and Zayn spreads his legs, pushing one up over the backrest of the couch and holding the other up against Niall's chest. Niall feels warm breath before the wet tongue licks out over his sensitive skin and he throws his head back because the contact stings a little, but it's also a calming feeling. Zayn alternates between pressing soft kisses and hot licks to his rim and Niall doesn't ever want him to stop.

"You're licking his arse, mate," Louis says, eyebrow cocked as he steps up next to them.

"Mhmm," Zayn mumbles, mouth still pressed against Niall's quivering hole. "You want to try?"

Niall smiles, dropping his head back against the cushion, deciding to enjoy the last moments of this instead of worrying about what will happen when it's over.

"I never thought about it," Louis says noncommittally, stepping closer to get a better view.

"Come on," Zayn says softly, pulling away and leaving Niall exposed. "You can even suck his cock a little. We all know how much you like that."

Zayn smirks at Louis as he stands, holding Niall's leg and letting Louis settle below his bum. He hesitates for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to Niall's taint and Niall arches his back at the feeling, wanting more.

"Here goes nothing, I guess," Louis mumbles, moving in.

Niall feels a tentative lick across the puckered skin, then feels Louis hum a bit against him, like it's better than he was expecting. Then, like with Zayn, he goes on, licking across the surface and pressing warm kisses as Niall's muscles quiver under the touch. When Niall is panting beneath him, Louis pulls himself up, smirking at the way Niall is reacting.

"You really like that, huh?"

Niall nods, eyes meeting Louis's, and then he watches Louis bring his lips to Niall's growing erection.

"Since I'm already here," Louis says with a smile, taking hold of Niall's cock and popping it into his mouth.

Niall gasps, his spine turning to jelly as Louis sucks him in and Niall can't believe he's never sucked a cock before this weekend. He's too good for such a beginner. If he weren't so wrapped up in it, he might laugh when Zayn voices his thoughts.

"You sure you never gave a blowjob before, mate?"

Louis shakes his head, then pops off with a grin.

"Must just be a natural," he shrugs before licking his tongue out over Niall's balls.

He makes his way back down to Niall's hole and licks at it again, flicking his tongue inside just a bit. Niall writhes at the feeling, wanting more inside him, wanting to be stretched again, even though it would hurt intensely at this point.

When Louis eventually pulls away, Niall opens his eyes to fuzzily see Harry and Liam standing close, watching the scene. He tries to show them all with his eyes that he wants them to take him again, one more time before they have to leave.

And they do. They stand him up and bend him over the couch and take turns, each fucking him one last time. It hurts horribly and Niall has tears in his eyes as they slide in past his sore skin, but he's so grateful for it. They each pull out before they come and shoot across his skin until the last finishes and he's got four loads of come painting his arse cheeks and they stand back to admire their work.

Niall stays still, stays bent over like that until he's pulled to the shower and cleaned off. In the shower, when he's got eight hands touching him, roaming all over his skin under the spray of water, he comes without even knowing who the hand on his cock belongs to.

An hour later, when they've packed up the car and are getting ready to leave, Niall closes off again, going quiet, his face set in a frown as he walks to the car.

"Niall," Harry whispers behind him while Niall's waiting for Liam to open the doors.

Harry slinks his arms around Niall's waist and Niall doesn't move, just stares blankly ahead, as the other three approach the car.

"Niall, it's not over," Harry assures, holding him close. "This isn't the end, babe. It's just the beginning."

Niall finally looks up, allowing himself to feel hopeful, even if he's still worried things will change later. The other lads must sense the problem and they close in around him, taking turns kissing him.

"Definitely not over," Zayn mumbles into his lips.

"As long as you let us, we'll keep you, just like this," Liam whispers, eyes staring hard into Niall's until he knows he means it.

"I'll probably have my hands down your pants before we get to the highway," Louis says, smirking into their kiss.

And then Harry bows his head, kissing Niall's neck lightly.

"We all love you, remember? So much."

Niall feels calmer after that, letting his frown relax. In the car, he cuddles up between Louis and Liam and, with their hands on him, he feels right. He just hopes things don't change.

***

(They don't.)

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