to hands between legs, to whatever it takes [6/7]
pairing: liam payne/harry styles
rating: nc-17
wc: 1639 (this chapter) 5946 (total)
summary: based on a prompt over at the kinkmeme - "Harry and Liam have been in a relationship for a few weeks and every time they fool around and Liam slides his hand around Harry's little arse and wants to finger him, Harry pushes him away. Harry is scared that he's too tight for Liam to be able to fuck him and that Liam is going to leave him because of it. Eventually Harry is willing to give it a go.
a/n: wow it's almost done!! just one more epilogue-y type thing :) excited to start my next prompt.
Liam sighs, leans to kiss Harry’s forehead, whispers against his skin. “I want you to tell me if you’re hurting, okay? I really do. Please don’t feel like we can’t do this later if you get uncomfortable.”
Harry squirms under him. “I know, Li. I’m fine.”
Liam sits back on his heels and scissors his fingers some more. “Are you ready? For another?”
Harry nods impatiently, but that doesn’t stop him from whining as Liam’s middle finger works its way into him, stretching enough that Liam is starting to get a little worked up at the sensation of Harry wrapped so tightly around his fingers. He’s been nervous and not properly enjoying the sight of his boyfriend spread out and needy in front of him, but Harry’s sudden impatience has left him playing catch-up.
He waits for a few minutes, lets Harry get acclimated, and when he begins rocking on Liam’s fingers, panting, he removes them entirely. Harry moans at the loss of contact and eyes Liam pointedly, fingers grasping the sheets.
Liam undoes his pants, pours some lube into his hand and rubs it over his own erection. “You’re ready, hm, little boyfriend?” he asks Harry lowly, feeling a bit stung over Harry’s claims of finding some stranger to do this for him.
Harry nods desperately, but Liam can sense the spark of nervousness in his countenance as he regards Liam’s cock. Liam doesn’t mean to brag, but he is pretty big. Definitely bigger than three fingers. Liam leans forward, kisses Harry’s collarbone. “Don’t worry, yeah? We’re gonna go slow,” he whispers, and Harry doesn’t backtalk him, just nods and reaches for Liam’s hand. Liam interlaces their fingers and braces himself against the mattress, guides the head of his cock to Harry’s slick hole, and remembers something.
“Harry? Do you want me to use a condom? I promise you I’m clean, but if you’re more comfortable-”
Harry shakes his head right away. “Trust you,” he whispers, eyes dark and serious, still locked on Liam’s cock. Liam thinks about how yeah, he’s really glad that it’s him doing this and not some random guy in a club. He’s going to have to hang on to Harry - either that, or teach him some better sexual health habits. Not that Liam wouldn’t trust Liam. He’d just want to stay on the safe side.
Liam shakes away the memories of high school health class and refocuses on his task. The head of his cock brushes Harry’s entrance, sending a nearly imperceptible shudder through the boy. Liam begins to push, only applying light pressure as he gauges Harry’s reaction. The very tip slips in, and Harry’s fingers tighten suddenly around his.
“You okay? You think you wanna take it all?” Liam asks Harry, ignoring the fact that his cock is basically about to shrivel up and die from how badly he just wants to slam into Harry, and leaning forward to rain kisses on Harry’s collarbone.
Harry nods. “K-keep going,” he replies shakily.
Liam pushes further in, letting his eyes slip closed. “Fuck, Harry,” he moans, cock throbbing against Harry’s hot entrance. “You feel really good, baby.” He lets himself in another inch, hand flexing against Harry’s. “Jesus.”
Harry hisses in a short breath. “Okay, okay, hang on,” he mumbles, going still.
Liam freezes. “Oh - sorry, Harry, here - just, just breathe, okay? Just breathe really slow and even. Do you want me to stop? I can pull out if you want, I can -”
“No,” Harry says, eyes fluttering closed. “Just - give me a moment, I’m alright.” Liam can feel his entrance struggling to adjust to his cock, and he strokes at Harry’s hair worriedly.
Liam waits until his breathing evens out and Harry cracks his eyes open again, body more or less relaxed again. “How do you feel, baby?” he asks.
Harry smiles shakily at him. “It’s a lot, it feels really full, but it’s good. I like having you so close to me. Keep going.”
Liam kisses his forehead and steadys Harry’s hips with his free hand, still gripping Harry’s hand with his left. “I’m gonna go all the way in, okay, baby? It’s not too much more.”
Harry nods and closes his eyes, concentrating, and Liam sinks in all the way to his balls, moving agonizingly slowly till his entire cock is enveloped with the tight heat. “Christ, that’s so good Harry,” he gasps. “You’re doing so well, darling, look, it’s all the way in.”
Harry’s forehead is shining with sweat, color flooding his cheeks. “Li, Li, Liam,” he chants, “it’s so much, Liam.”
“Yeah,” Liam whispers, “you’re such a good boy Harry, taking it all. You look so beautiful right now, baby.” His hips are aching with suppressing himself from just pounding into Harry until he comes, but he knows he can’t, not with Harry in so fragile a state. So he waits, holding completely still until Harry relaxes again.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Go.”
Liam tenses his muscles and forces himself to move as slowly as he can, first just grinding against Harry, moving his hips in little circles and watching him adjust. He draws his cock out a few inches and slides back in, slowly, just moving in and out gently for a few beats. He cups Harry’s cock with his hands and plays with it to distract him as he begins to pick up speed, coming out a little further each time until he’s got a nice, slow rhythm going, and then he begins to angle his hips, to try and find that spot that he had earlier, and -
Harry moans, long and loud, cock stiffening suddenly in Liam’s hand. “There,” he sighs, staring at Liam through his eyelashes. “Right there, Li. Again. Please.”
Liam hits Harry’s spot again, harder, and Harry whines, shuddering and pushing to meet Liam on the next thrust. “Harder,” he orders. “It doesn’t hurt any more.”
Liam smiles and finally unlaces his hand from Harry’s and placing both on his hips so he can fuck him properly. He sets a quicker pace, recognizing the gradual shift from tense discomfort to relaxed pleasure in Harry’s body. He’s making little gasps on every upstroke, rutting his hips into thin air in a desperate bid for friction.
Liam’s feeling it too - Harry’s probably the most intense feeling he’s experienced in a while, actually, and Liam finds it tempting to give up any semblance of rhythm and just jackrabbit into Harry like mad. His thrusts are starting to get ahead of Harry, and Liam slides an arm under Harry’s back so he can sit him up in his lap.
Harry looks a little surprised at this change of position, and stills. Liam kisses his cheek, lips brushing his curls.
“Just go up and down, slow at first. It’ll feel really good,” he tells Harry, holding his hips gently to guide him. Harry raises himself up experimentally, and sinks back down with a shudder, slouching in Liam’s lap with his lips parted, eyes slipping shut. Liam pulls him a little closer so he can give Harry’s cock a few strokes while he starts moving up and down, quickly finding how easily he can work his own prostate like this.
Harry cries out, buries his head in the crook of Liam’s shoulder as his back arches, chest driving into Liam’s. His hips are free to buck into Liam’s abs, now, and he starts moving of his own accord, leaving Liam to grip his hips as he bounces on his lap, moans becoming higher and more desperate each time he slams onto Liam’s cock.
Liam can sense Harry getting tired, and after a few more beats he settles down and just grinds on Liam’s cock, mouth hanging open and pre-come drooling down the tip of his own cock.
Liam very nearly passes out from how fucking good it feels, with Harry just slowly working his cock, somehow having switched from blushing virgin to a fucking porn star within minutes.
Harry’s eyes open halfway, and he looks at Liam lazily. “This feels so...fucking...good,” he moans at him.
Liam’s blushing now, and what the fuck? That isn’t supposed to happen. He grabs Harry’s hips to regain some semblance of control. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” he manages to pant back at him. He fists Harry’s cock. “Gonna come, baby?”
Harry nods absently, throwing his head back. Liam lunges forward to mark up his neck, using strength he didn’t know he had to thrust up as hard as he can into Harry, sucking bruises into him, and jerking his hand as fast as he can up and down Harry’s cock. Harry starts whimpering, and Liam can see his abs tensing up, his sounds growing louder and higher until he’s screaming like Liam’s never even heard before, coming hard all over Liam’s hand and his own stomach, head thrashing back and forth.
It’s about enough to send Liam over the edge himself, and he bends Harry back onto the mattress and fucks into him harder than ever for a few more seconds, slamming into Harry until he tenses too, and his hips stutter mindlessly into Harry as he comes inside of him.
*
It takes both of them a good few minutes to regain any sense.
Liam shifts onto his side and throws an arm around Harry, and laughs weakly. “Damn, Hazza. Guess I didn’t realize how much you’d like that.”
Harry’s still breathing heavy, manages to turn to face Liam. “That was the best. Ever,” he mumbles. Liam yanks a few tissues from his bedside table and cleans them both up a little. “You...I...I didn’t know sex could feel that good.”
Liam grins and pets Harry’s curls. “You weren’t bad yourself, baby. You did so well.”
Harry sighs and snuggles his face into Liam’s neck. “I’m tired.”
Liam fishes a blanket off the floor and wraps it around them, feeling ready to nod off himself. Before he does, though he can make out Harry’s voice one last time.
“Hey Liam?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you too.”
rating: nc-17
wc: 1639 (this chapter) 5946 (total)
summary: based on a prompt over at the kinkmeme - "Harry and Liam have been in a relationship for a few weeks and every time they fool around and Liam slides his hand around Harry's little arse and wants to finger him, Harry pushes him away. Harry is scared that he's too tight for Liam to be able to fuck him and that Liam is going to leave him because of it. Eventually Harry is willing to give it a go.
a/n: wow it's almost done!! just one more epilogue-y type thing :) excited to start my next prompt.
Liam sighs, leans to kiss Harry’s forehead, whispers against his skin. “I want you to tell me if you’re hurting, okay? I really do. Please don’t feel like we can’t do this later if you get uncomfortable.”
Harry squirms under him. “I know, Li. I’m fine.”
Liam sits back on his heels and scissors his fingers some more. “Are you ready? For another?”
Harry nods impatiently, but that doesn’t stop him from whining as Liam’s middle finger works its way into him, stretching enough that Liam is starting to get a little worked up at the sensation of Harry wrapped so tightly around his fingers. He’s been nervous and not properly enjoying the sight of his boyfriend spread out and needy in front of him, but Harry’s sudden impatience has left him playing catch-up.
He waits for a few minutes, lets Harry get acclimated, and when he begins rocking on Liam’s fingers, panting, he removes them entirely. Harry moans at the loss of contact and eyes Liam pointedly, fingers grasping the sheets.
Liam undoes his pants, pours some lube into his hand and rubs it over his own erection. “You’re ready, hm, little boyfriend?” he asks Harry lowly, feeling a bit stung over Harry’s claims of finding some stranger to do this for him.
Harry nods desperately, but Liam can sense the spark of nervousness in his countenance as he regards Liam’s cock. Liam doesn’t mean to brag, but he is pretty big. Definitely bigger than three fingers. Liam leans forward, kisses Harry’s collarbone. “Don’t worry, yeah? We’re gonna go slow,” he whispers, and Harry doesn’t backtalk him, just nods and reaches for Liam’s hand. Liam interlaces their fingers and braces himself against the mattress, guides the head of his cock to Harry’s slick hole, and remembers something.
“Harry? Do you want me to use a condom? I promise you I’m clean, but if you’re more comfortable-”
Harry shakes his head right away. “Trust you,” he whispers, eyes dark and serious, still locked on Liam’s cock. Liam thinks about how yeah, he’s really glad that it’s him doing this and not some random guy in a club. He’s going to have to hang on to Harry - either that, or teach him some better sexual health habits. Not that Liam wouldn’t trust Liam. He’d just want to stay on the safe side.
Liam shakes away the memories of high school health class and refocuses on his task. The head of his cock brushes Harry’s entrance, sending a nearly imperceptible shudder through the boy. Liam begins to push, only applying light pressure as he gauges Harry’s reaction. The very tip slips in, and Harry’s fingers tighten suddenly around his.
“You okay? You think you wanna take it all?” Liam asks Harry, ignoring the fact that his cock is basically about to shrivel up and die from how badly he just wants to slam into Harry, and leaning forward to rain kisses on Harry’s collarbone.
Harry nods. “K-keep going,” he replies shakily.
Liam pushes further in, letting his eyes slip closed. “Fuck, Harry,” he moans, cock throbbing against Harry’s hot entrance. “You feel really good, baby.” He lets himself in another inch, hand flexing against Harry’s. “Jesus.”
Harry hisses in a short breath. “Okay, okay, hang on,” he mumbles, going still.
Liam freezes. “Oh - sorry, Harry, here - just, just breathe, okay? Just breathe really slow and even. Do you want me to stop? I can pull out if you want, I can -”
“No,” Harry says, eyes fluttering closed. “Just - give me a moment, I’m alright.” Liam can feel his entrance struggling to adjust to his cock, and he strokes at Harry’s hair worriedly.
Liam waits until his breathing evens out and Harry cracks his eyes open again, body more or less relaxed again. “How do you feel, baby?” he asks.
Harry smiles shakily at him. “It’s a lot, it feels really full, but it’s good. I like having you so close to me. Keep going.”
Liam kisses his forehead and steadys Harry’s hips with his free hand, still gripping Harry’s hand with his left. “I’m gonna go all the way in, okay, baby? It’s not too much more.”
Harry nods and closes his eyes, concentrating, and Liam sinks in all the way to his balls, moving agonizingly slowly till his entire cock is enveloped with the tight heat. “Christ, that’s so good Harry,” he gasps. “You’re doing so well, darling, look, it’s all the way in.”
Harry’s forehead is shining with sweat, color flooding his cheeks. “Li, Li, Liam,” he chants, “it’s so much, Liam.”
“Yeah,” Liam whispers, “you’re such a good boy Harry, taking it all. You look so beautiful right now, baby.” His hips are aching with suppressing himself from just pounding into Harry until he comes, but he knows he can’t, not with Harry in so fragile a state. So he waits, holding completely still until Harry relaxes again.
“Okay,” he breathes. “Go.”
Liam tenses his muscles and forces himself to move as slowly as he can, first just grinding against Harry, moving his hips in little circles and watching him adjust. He draws his cock out a few inches and slides back in, slowly, just moving in and out gently for a few beats. He cups Harry’s cock with his hands and plays with it to distract him as he begins to pick up speed, coming out a little further each time until he’s got a nice, slow rhythm going, and then he begins to angle his hips, to try and find that spot that he had earlier, and -
Harry moans, long and loud, cock stiffening suddenly in Liam’s hand. “There,” he sighs, staring at Liam through his eyelashes. “Right there, Li. Again. Please.”
Liam hits Harry’s spot again, harder, and Harry whines, shuddering and pushing to meet Liam on the next thrust. “Harder,” he orders. “It doesn’t hurt any more.”
Liam smiles and finally unlaces his hand from Harry’s and placing both on his hips so he can fuck him properly. He sets a quicker pace, recognizing the gradual shift from tense discomfort to relaxed pleasure in Harry’s body. He’s making little gasps on every upstroke, rutting his hips into thin air in a desperate bid for friction.
Liam’s feeling it too - Harry’s probably the most intense feeling he’s experienced in a while, actually, and Liam finds it tempting to give up any semblance of rhythm and just jackrabbit into Harry like mad. His thrusts are starting to get ahead of Harry, and Liam slides an arm under Harry’s back so he can sit him up in his lap.
Harry looks a little surprised at this change of position, and stills. Liam kisses his cheek, lips brushing his curls.
“Just go up and down, slow at first. It’ll feel really good,” he tells Harry, holding his hips gently to guide him. Harry raises himself up experimentally, and sinks back down with a shudder, slouching in Liam’s lap with his lips parted, eyes slipping shut. Liam pulls him a little closer so he can give Harry’s cock a few strokes while he starts moving up and down, quickly finding how easily he can work his own prostate like this.
Harry cries out, buries his head in the crook of Liam’s shoulder as his back arches, chest driving into Liam’s. His hips are free to buck into Liam’s abs, now, and he starts moving of his own accord, leaving Liam to grip his hips as he bounces on his lap, moans becoming higher and more desperate each time he slams onto Liam’s cock.
Liam can sense Harry getting tired, and after a few more beats he settles down and just grinds on Liam’s cock, mouth hanging open and pre-come drooling down the tip of his own cock.
Liam very nearly passes out from how fucking good it feels, with Harry just slowly working his cock, somehow having switched from blushing virgin to a fucking porn star within minutes.
Harry’s eyes open halfway, and he looks at Liam lazily. “This feels so...fucking...good,” he moans at him.
Liam’s blushing now, and what the fuck? That isn’t supposed to happen. He grabs Harry’s hips to regain some semblance of control. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” he manages to pant back at him. He fists Harry’s cock. “Gonna come, baby?”
Harry nods absently, throwing his head back. Liam lunges forward to mark up his neck, using strength he didn’t know he had to thrust up as hard as he can into Harry, sucking bruises into him, and jerking his hand as fast as he can up and down Harry’s cock. Harry starts whimpering, and Liam can see his abs tensing up, his sounds growing louder and higher until he’s screaming like Liam’s never even heard before, coming hard all over Liam’s hand and his own stomach, head thrashing back and forth.
It’s about enough to send Liam over the edge himself, and he bends Harry back onto the mattress and fucks into him harder than ever for a few more seconds, slamming into Harry until he tenses too, and his hips stutter mindlessly into Harry as he comes inside of him.
*
It takes both of them a good few minutes to regain any sense.
Liam shifts onto his side and throws an arm around Harry, and laughs weakly. “Damn, Hazza. Guess I didn’t realize how much you’d like that.”
Harry’s still breathing heavy, manages to turn to face Liam. “That was the best. Ever,” he mumbles. Liam yanks a few tissues from his bedside table and cleans them both up a little. “You...I...I didn’t know sex could feel that good.”
Liam grins and pets Harry’s curls. “You weren’t bad yourself, baby. You did so well.”
Harry sighs and snuggles his face into Liam’s neck. “I’m tired.”
Liam fishes a blanket off the floor and wraps it around them, feeling ready to nod off himself. Before he does, though he can make out Harry’s voice one last time.
“Hey Liam?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you too.”