It’s not that Niall’s mouth is even that big, or that red, or anything really out of the ordinary but Harry can’t seem to stop staring. It all started with something as simple as an ice lolly, it had been strawberry and half melting and Niall had made a mess of his hand while they were standing outside a petrol station this morning. Harry had watched as he licked his fingers clean and went back to sucking on the ice cream, the juice staining his lips a pretty shiny pink that had Harry hooked. He had been fascinated all day by them, how they stretched over his braces and curled into a knowing smile or how they broadened when he laughed. How they pinked up when he worried the skin or formed a perfect pout as he texted his mum good night or how he sometimes poked his tongue out because they were starting to get too dry. Somehow that had translated into how they would feel against his own or how they would look stretched around his dick which meant he had been hovering half way hard most of the afternoon
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He doesn’t though, just raises his hand and aims for the direction of Niall’s mouth. He catches himself before he actually touches him though, realising at the last moment that rubbing your best mate’s lips isn’t really a normal thing to do, even if they inappropriately touch each other ninety percent of the day
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“Oh shit,” Harry groans when Niall settles between his thighs and starts working Harry’s jeans over the curve of his arse. Niall laughs against his belly, dipping to suck on his hip and trail his fingers into the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down too. Harry can hardly look when Niall licks teasingly up the underside of his dick before sucking the tip into his mouth. He looks good, lips stretched around him and eyes going dark as he stares up at him from under his fluffy fringe.
Harry’s nearly sure he’s dreaming because this is something he definitely never expected to happen this evening but Niall doesn’t even look fazed, in fact the way he bobs his head enthusiastically nearly sends Harry embarrassingly over the edge
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It’s not that Niall’s mouth is even that big, or that red, or anything really out of the ordinary but Harry can’t seem to stop staring. It all started with something as simple as an ice lolly, it had been strawberry and half melting and Niall had made a mess of his hand while they were standing outside a petrol station this morning. Harry had watched as he licked his fingers clean and went back to sucking on the ice cream, the juice staining his lips a pretty shiny pink that had Harry hooked. He had been fascinated all day by them, how they stretched over his braces and curled into a knowing smile or how they broadened when he laughed. How they pinked up when he worried the skin or formed a perfect pout as he texted his mum good night or how he sometimes poked his tongue out because they were starting to get too dry. Somehow that had translated into how they would feel against his own or how they would look stretched around his dick which meant he had been hovering half way hard most of the afternoon ( ... )
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