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"This," he said before throwing his body weight into me, easily tipping me over onto my back. With my arms bound by the blankets, I had no way to fend him off or catch myself. I was defenseless, but so was he, having bound himself in a similar way. When I fell back on the blankets, he had no way to catch himself, so he fell on top of me, laughing hysterically, the sound bouncing off the trees around us. Trying to fight back, I wiggled around beneath him, trying to free my arms. I just had them loosened up and nearly free, letting out a victorious cheer when he freed his hands just before I did. He wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me and pinning my arms to my sides, squeezing tightly.

"Harry!" I gasped, laughter choking out of my body as I continued to wiggle against him, determined to free myself. He didn't loosen his grip on me and nuzzled his head into my neck, hair tickling against my face. In my desperate attempt to free my arms, one of my knees connected with his groin, causing him to groan loudly and release me, body bending in on itself in pain. "Oh god, I'm sorry!" I squeaked, trying not to laugh but failing as I giggled at him, finally pulling my arms out of the blanket. He groaned again as he lifted his head and looked at me.

"Oh, you think it's funny?" he asked, holding himself up on his arms and knees above my stomach. I looked down at him and forced my face into an exaggerated frown.

"Nope, not at all," I replied, raising my eyebrows. "It's not funny at all." I was grinning now.

"Liar," he said menacingly, moving himself up my body so he was now hovering over me, looking down to my face.

"Not uh," I said quietly, moving my arms up slowly, hoping he wouldn't notice. I quickly reached up to his sides, tickling him in the ribs as he jerked almost instantly away from me. Insane laughter burst from me again.

"Oh no, no, no," he said. Before I knew it he had my wrists gathered in one of his large hands and pinned above my head. He supported his weight with his other hand, still hovering above me. "What do you think you're doing?"

He stared down at me, hair falling softly across his forehead, eyes challenging. My laughter died instantly when I saw his expression. It was a lot of things rolled into one: amusement, competitiveness, happiness, and, for the second time, lust. My breath caught in my throat as his eyes burned into mine, my body reacting quickly to his aggressive movements when he had pinned my hands above my head. While only seconds ago we had been so playful and full of laughter, we were now both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling, longing clearly displayed in both of our eyes.

"Kiss me," I said quietly. Not even a second after I said it, his lips crashed down onto mine, his right hand still pressing both of mine down as his left lowered his body onto mine. Needing to touch him, I tugged on my hands, trying to release them from his grip. He didn't oblige, which only turned me on more. His mouth moved fervently against mine, full lips fully engulfing my own. When his tongue swept against my lip, I eagerly opened my mouth, allowing him entry. My tongue darted out to meet his, urgently moving against it. Since I didn't have the use of my hands, I ground my hips up against his, frustrated by the many layers of blankets between us. He lowered himself onto his elbow and wound his fingers into my hair, supporting my head in his hand. I tugged on my hands again, happy that he let them slip through his own this time. Immediately, one of my hands latched onto his neck, pulling him even closer to me as his mouth continued to work against my own, setting me on fire. My other hand tore at the blanket cocoon he was in, trying to get closer to him. I huffed out a breath of frustration as I failed to free him from the blankets, his body weight working against me. He let out a low chuckle, lips still touching mine but not kissing me, finding my frustration amusing. He opened his eyes, looking into mine, which were surely black with lust.

"Easy, Joey," he chided.

"Shut up," I said, chuckling darkly as I pushed hard against his chest so, forcing him to support himself with both hands again. Once his weight was off me, I ripped the blankets from around his body before tearing at my own, both of us now fully free from our binds. I fisted his t-shirt in both of my hands and tugged him back down to me, smashing my lips into his, missing the contact. His tongue pushed into my mouth, running itself along my own. Trailing my hands down his back, I could feel the muscles there, flexed tightly as he held himself over me even though I welcomed his weight. When I reached the hem of his shirt, I placed my hands beneath the fabric, running them back up his smooth, hot skin. I was still shocked by how firm and ripped his body was. One of his large hands wrapped around the side of my neck, tilting my face up to his as he kissed me deeply. He had gotten to be such an amazing kisser in such a short amount of time. It was hard to believe this was the same boy who had his first kiss only a few weeks ago.

The feel of his muscles moving beneath his skin was almost unbearable, driving me insane. Without the hindrance of the blankets, when I ground my hips against him this time, he felt it and groaned into my mouth, lips currently shaped around my upper lip. My hands traveled down his back, fingers linking into his belt loops. Before I could think twice, I tugged on the loops, pulling his body closer to mine. I raised my hips, increasing the pressure between us. He gasped again, pulling back slightly to look at me, the familiar nervous expression appearing on his face, mixing with all the other emotions already there. His eyebrows pulled together as he exhaled, deciding something before lowering his lips down to my neck and sucking lightly. A soft moan escaped my lips as he did so, immensely enjoying the feel of his lips and tongue on my neck.

Encouraged by his motions, I released one of his belt loops and my hand trailed around his waist, feeling the band of skin above his jeans. My fingers massaged near his hipbone, pushing down the band of his boxers. He increased the pressure of our hips, enjoying what I was doing. When I slid my hand down the front of his jeans to palm him, I could feel he was already very hard. I squeezed lightly and another groan escaped his throat, making his lips vibrate against my neck. After a few movements of my hand against him, I slid my fingers up to undo his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging down the zipper. His teeth nipped lightly at my neck, causing me to exhale harshly as he ran his tongue over the spot, soothing the skin that would surely bruise later. He brought his mouth back up to mine, kissing me hungrily.

Without hesitating, I pushed my hand under his jeans, feeling him over his boxers, earning another soft moan from him. Again, I was shocked at the size I could feel through the fabric. I desperately wanted to actually feel him, without any layers getting in the way, but I wanted to be sure he was okay with it. I slid my hand back up the front of him, letting them play with the hem of his boxers once more. His lower abdominal muscles were taut against his skin as he held himself above me still. Shifting up his skin on his stomach, my hand came to rest on his chest, where I felt his heart pounding beneath his ribs. Leaning my body up into his and pushing softly with my hand, I forced him over to lie on his back, just as I had last time. Our lips disconnected briefly as we rolled, me now halfway on top of him. My mouth hovered over his, eyes darting between his lips and his eyes as my fingers trailed across his hip, sneaking underneath the band yet again. The lower my fingers got, the more I searched his eyes. While they looked nervous, he wasn't telling me to stop. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he breathed heavily. When the tips of my fingers brushed against the course hairs there, I whispered softly, "Is this okay?"

He closed his eyes and blew out a long breath. When he opened his eyes, they looked more nervous than ever, but determined. "Yes," he said, voice surprisingly steady. "Yes, definitely okay."

I grinned at him. "Okay."

I pressed my lips back into his, our urgent kisses from earlier turning into slower, more sensual ones. Now that I had gotten his approval, my heart was pounding I slid my hand fully beneath his boxers, really feeling him for the first time. I hadn't been wrong in my estimation that he was bigger than anyone I had ever experienced- he had everyone beat by a long shot. My fingers wrapped around him, hot and thick in my palm. He let out a heavy breath at the contact, clearly trying to remain calm. I slid my had up to his tip, wiping the bead of precum out of the slit and using it to slide my hand back down to his base. He groaned yet again. I gripped him firmly as I slid my hand up and down him, causing him to shift his hips up subconsciously into my hand. Unable to keep kissing me, he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. I moved my lips to attack his neck, alternatively sucking, biting, and lapping at it with my tongue. 

 I didn't expect him to last very long, but the fact that he was trying hold out as long as possible only encouraged me more. I moved my hand faster against him, quickly bringing it up to my mouth to lick my palm before returning it to him, sliding easier now that it was wet. When my thumb circled his tip, his hand that wasn't wrapped around me run pushed aggressively through his hair, most likely without his knowledge. I brought my other hand to him, gently massaging his balls as my other hand continued the attention to his tip. It only took a few seconds of this for him release a long moan before trying to say something, surely to warn me he was about to come. I didn't need the warning- I could easily tell by how agitated he was getting, how pink the tip of his penis was getting. After a few more movements of my fingers, he came into my hand, accompanied by a soft growl from deep in his throat. I continued to stroke him until the end of his orgasm. When he was done, I pulled my hands from him, surely sensitive now. Most of his release was on my hands, so I reached behind me to wipe them on one of the blankets buried in the pile.

He rested his head back and let out a long sigh, eyes still closed as I tugged his boxers gently back up around him. I leaned up and peppered tiny kisses from his collarbone, along his neck, pausing lightly to tug on his ear before continuing across his cheek, finally meeting his own. He kissed me back lazily as I smirked into the kiss. I could feel his heart pounding against my own chest as I rested my body on his.

"Alright?" I asked him, grinning.

His eyes finally opened his eyes, green eyes looking exhilarated as they locked on my own. He let out a shaky laugh. "Definitely," he said, raising his head to kiss me one more time before plopping his head back again. "You're amazing."

"I know," I said, shrugging as I grinned at him cockily.

"I feel like I should, um, you know..." he trailed off. I held back laugh as he spoke, struggling to keep eye contact, embarrassed at the topic.

"Should what?" I asked innocently.

"Erm, should... reciprocate." His cheeks were positively on fire as he said it, eyes looking into my hairline rather than meeting my gaze. I couldn't help but smile widely and press another kiss to his lips.

"Oh, Harry, don't worry. You don't have to do that," I reassured him. I didn't want him to feel pressured to do anything. Surely he was terrified of doing anything like that, having absolutely no experience.

"But I mean... you're so... lovely and I just..." he mumbled, unable to vocalize whatever it was that was running through his head.

"Harry," I started, wanting him to know I didn't expect anything. "I don't expect you to."

"I want to," he said abruptly, eyes suddenly meeting mine in a steady gaze. Surprised, I took a deep breath, heart once again speeding up, amusement leaving my eyes completely. Just the thought of Harry touching me at all had my entire body buzzing.

"You do?" I asked, unable to tear my eyes from his.

"Yes," he said, swallowing nervously but eye contact never wavering.

I leaned down to kiss him, firmly pressing my lips to his before pulling back. "All in good time, then," I said, smiling softly. The tips of my fingers ran across his cheeks and my thumb stroked across his lips. He puckered them lightly, kissing the pad of my thumb.

"Okay," he said solidly. My body was absolutely on fire, stomach in pleasant knots and mind hazy with happiness.

"Okay," I said. I kissed him one last time before rolling off him, laying on my back next to him as our arms pressed together. It was then that I noticed the movie still playing on the laptop, once again going unwatched. "We really suck at watching movies," I said, giggling.

He let out a snort of laughter. "We're the worst," he agreed. "Can't say I mind, though."

"Definitely do not mind," I smiled up at the sky, feeling his body heat radiating next to me. My fingers searched the blankets next to me until I found his, tangling them together. I couldn't remember ever feeling so happy, so content, and so excited about being with a guy. "God, I like you, Harry."

He turned his head as he lay down, looking over at me. Sensing his movement, I turned my head towards him as well, meeting his eyes. His eyes searched my face, unreadable expression on his own. "I like you so much it scares me," he told me, sincerity in his voice making my heart pound in my chest.

"You've got no reason to be scared, Harry," I said, trying to hear my voice over the pulse thrumming heavily in my ears. "I'm not going anywhere."

A smile spread across his mouth as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, reassured by my simple words. "Stay with me?" he asked, repeating the words he had said to me when I had drunkenly stayed the night with him. I nuzzled closer to him, sighing happily.

"Always."***

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