Round 3

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ROUND THREE

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Re: Harry’s fingers/everyone and anyone 2/3

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As One Direction slowly became bigger, more people knew who he was, then the more people there were willing to spend a night with him, the more beautiful people that batted an eyelid his way. And the more Harry learnt about the different ways different people reacted to him.

For example, he found girls who were more aloof, shyly looking up and away from him and playing almost frustratingly hard to get, the ones more likely to scream for him, their hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on their clits and fucked them with his fingers hard and fast.

But guys, Harry had developed a sudden want for guys more than the girls that were willing to throw themselves at him. Guys weren’t as easy to manhandle, fighting Harry every step of the way, whether they were bottom or top, and just one fuck of his fingers and he was completely in control. And the noises they made, even if only a few gasps were let out and their mouths were open in silent shouts of pleasure.

One guy, his name might have been Justin, who Harry took home one evening when he had the place to himself. He kissed a path down the other boy’s spine, before gently directing his lubed finger into the boy’s entrance, loosening the muscle and watching the body before him shake under his ministrations. He leaned forward, whispering how tight Justin was around his fingers, letting his breath wash over the other boy’s ears as he added a second finger, then a third, thrusting them in and out and twisting them until they hit the fleshy bundle of nerves and the other was coming with an silent moan, body flushing red with embarrassment. Harry laughed it off and kissed him dirtily, making him come twice more that night, the third time again with just his fingers.

He became fascinated with the ways that people came. Some of them screamed for him, some were silent the entire way through; some moaned his name and some just talked incredibly filthy throughout. They writhed, struggled and gasped their way through his acts, always on his fingers and always heaving for breath afterwards.

But in all the ways he had seen people come for him, none fascinated him more than the way Louis came for him.

Their affair had started sometime after X-Factor, before their big tour and the months and months of sexual tension and prolonged stares and touches became too much.
Harry had to sit at a bar and watch some guy with blonde hair slime all over Louis like it was his business. And Louis, too his credit, was responding, and looking up at the stranger from beneath his eyelashes.
When they got home that night, after Louis didn’t end up going home with that other guy when Harry grabbed his arm and marched him away, Harry had had enough.
“Harry wha-?” was all Louis could force out before Harry pushed his best friend against the wall and bit on his lip, sharply.