To Know Me Better/Drabble/Mcfly
To Know Me Better
Poynter/Judd
1/1
nc-17
And Harry's tongue feels too good for him to care.
*A/N- Wrote on a whim, whilst stuck in the country. It's most likely really bad, but you know what. Why waste anything pudd? ;}
Comments are love.
"Harry." Dougie whimpers."Please."
He is far past the point of no return, checking his pride at the foot of the bed, nothing below him, especially begging. And Harry's tongue feels too good for him to care. The way he wraps it around the tip of his cock, putting just enough pressure on the sensitive skin, so all Dougie can do is moan, cry out for more, thread his fingers through Harry's hair, and want. Need more. Always more.
That's just how Dougie is and Harry know it. He knows just what buttons to push, which spots to touch, to kiss, to lick, to suck. He knows what makes the blonde squirm. And he likes it. To make him writhe, to shake, to. To give in so completely that nothing else in the world matters. But eachother.
For when Dougie, Harry's always there to hold him until the pieces fall back into place.
It's them. Just how they are. And neither would have it any other way.
Poynter/Judd
1/1
nc-17
And Harry's tongue feels too good for him to care.
*A/N- Wrote on a whim, whilst stuck in the country. It's most likely really bad, but you know what. Why waste anything pudd? ;}
Comments are love.
"Harry." Dougie whimpers."Please."
He is far past the point of no return, checking his pride at the foot of the bed, nothing below him, especially begging. And Harry's tongue feels too good for him to care. The way he wraps it around the tip of his cock, putting just enough pressure on the sensitive skin, so all Dougie can do is moan, cry out for more, thread his fingers through Harry's hair, and want. Need more. Always more.
That's just how Dougie is and Harry know it. He knows just what buttons to push, which spots to touch, to kiss, to lick, to suck. He knows what makes the blonde squirm. And he likes it. To make him writhe, to shake, to. To give in so completely that nothing else in the world matters. But eachother.
For when Dougie, Harry's always there to hold him until the pieces fall back into place.
It's them. Just how they are. And neither would have it any other way.