Hiiii about to do a double update just because I really want you guys to read this part, enjoy x

We passed the next few hours with Harry attempting to teach me how to cook a basic meal.  I proved my hopelessness by doing nearly everything wrong, only for Harry to swoop in suddenly and save the food at the last minute.  He was patient, funny, adorable, and sexy all at the same time as he worked with me to prepare our meal.  Just as he had said he would, Harry cooked for me, and despite my best efforts to ruin things, it had turned out deliciously. 

Seeing him work his way through the kitchen was fascinating.  His lip was gently bit into his mouth when he was focusing hard on something and his brows would furrow together when he measured out ingredients.  When he bent to retrieve tools from the lower cabinets, his shirt would pull tightly over his muscles, outlining them clearly for me to drool over.  The hem of his t-shirt would ride up in just as tempting of a way whenever he reached to grab things off higher shelves, causing me to have to really focus on not letting out any audible noises. 

After watching him eat his food in his peculiar yet endearing way, I was practically driving myself insane.  His lips were looking especially inviting at the moment, all dark pink and pouty, shaping around the words he spoke in their slow and intricate way they always did.  I could barely hear what he was saying to me, and I suspected he had repeated it once or twice by the time I finally registered it.

“So you liked it?” he asked modestly.  I had to tear my eyes away from his mouth to meet his gaze, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yeah it was so good,” I said sincerely.  “I’m definitely a big believer in Chef Harry now.” 

He chuckled as he got up and gathered our plates and brought them over to the sink.  “Chef Harry,” he repeated, amused.  “Well good,” he said, shooting me a quick smile over his shoulder before rinsing off the dishes and submerging them into the water filled sink.  His back muscles flexed beneath his thin shirt as he started to wash them.  I couldn’t take it anymore. 

Rising quietly from my seat, I crossed the kitchen until I stood behind him.  I raised my hands to rake them slowly down his back, starting on his shoulder blades, across the wide expanse of his back, and down his spine before coming to rest on his hips where I squeezed lightly.  Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, earning a slight shiver from him. 

“Joey,” he said cautiously.  I noticed he had stopped washing dishes and had dried his hands off on a towel hanging from a hook by the sink. 

“Hmm?” I murmured, pressing another kiss to his neck, this time on the side.  I was nearing the extent of where my lips could reach. 

“What are you doing?” he asked slowly.

“Nothing,” I said innocently, quietly against the skin of his neck before landing yet another kiss there.

“I don’t think that’s nothing,” he said before shivering again.  He tilted his head to the side so he could look down at me.  I rested my chin on his shoulder and grinned at him.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” I asked, eyes flicking back and forth between his and his lips.  He smirked.

“Of course you are,” he replied before turning around to face me.  “You just have to let me do it properly.”

With that he slid his hands up my arms before coming to rest under the crook of my ears, thumbs cradling the sides of my face and fingers twisting into my hair at the base of my neck.  My hands found their place on his hips again, gripping him tightly and pulling his body into mine.  Slowly, he backed me up until I was leaning against the counter, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.  I could feel my breath speeding up with every step we took. 

Once he had me pressed between him and the counter, he finally kissed me. He pressed his lips firmly to mine as his large hands cradled my face, making me feel it down to my bones.  My lips captured his bottom lip, molding together softly as my hands gripped tightly to his hips, thumbs trailing along the band of skin that had been exposed with his raised arms.  When his lips coaxed mine open and his tongue swept across my own, I couldn’t help but press my body even tighter against his, every nerve ending I had feeling like it had been set on fire.  I was certain he had no idea the effect even the simplest of movements had on me. 

My tongue hungrily met his before I gently bit his lip, tugging slightly.  He groaned a little, curling his fingers tighter around in my hair and pressing me further into the counter top.  The inevitable heat that always seemed to build between us was quickly becoming evident as our chests rose and fell faster, hearts pounded harder, and breaths became more and more shallow. 

I couldn’t even manage to hold still any longer; the way his tongue worked against my own and his lips connected with mine was driving me insane, much less the way his hands wound themselves into my hair.  My hands moved from his hips to push their way up under his shirt on his back, feeling the soft skin there and the firm muscles beneath it, fingernails digging into him, pulling his hips against mine.  With the most subtle of movements, I felt him press his groin into mine, the pressure causing his already slightly hard bulge to grow even more.  Feeling him there made me even more excited. 

With a heavy exhale I pulled my lips from his and quickly moved them to his neck.  I placed open-mouthed kisses all the way down his skin, pausing now and then to suck or nibble.  Harry’s hands, which had been busy holding my face or tangling in my hair, slid down to my hips and squeezed tightly before lifting me up to sit on the edge of the counter.  He moved his hips between my knees, the renewed contact causing my body to shudder.  My left hand tugged on the front of his shirt and my right hand wound itself into his hair, pulling his face to my own, kissing him firmly again.  His hands slid slowly from my hips down my thighs, squeezing as his lips shaped against my own. 

When he pressed his hips to mine again, he let out a groan that seemed to rumble from his throat.  Our bodies were both so worked up that I could feel the urgency in our kiss, hungry and insatiable.  Over the last few weeks, we hadn’t gone any farther than the night at Harry’s spot, not that we hadn’t been tempted to.  I hadn’t wanted to rush him, and we rarely had a house to ourselves, which greatly pleased my mother but made Harry very reluctant to do anything at all. 

Now that we were alone, I could tell something would happen tonight.  When he moved his mouth from mine to trail wet kisses down my neck, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I groaned as I pulled my hands from under his shirt to grip his chin and pull his face from my neck so I could look into his eyes.  My uneven breathing was coming out very heavily, and his eyes looked almost hazy as he looked at me, lips parted.

“Let’s go to your room,” I said, stroking my thumb along his sharp jaw.

He swallowed. “Okay,” he said, sliding his hands back up my leg to my hips to hoist me off the counter.  As soon as I was back on the floor, I grabbed his hands and tugged him towards his room.  I could feel his heart beat in his palm as he followed me closely up the stairs.  Once we reached his room, he stood awkwardly behind me, not really sure of what to do.  I stifled a giggle as I pulled on his hand again, leading him toward his bed. 

I was just about to turn around when I felt his chest push up against my back, our linked hands now winding around the front of my waist to pull me into him.  His free hand slowly swept the hair around my neck off one side, exposing the skin there.  My body arched into his as he slowly lowered his lips to meet my skin, placing a kiss to the spot where my shoulder met my neck, lingering there for a few moments.  My eyes closed as I rolled my head to the side, immensely enjoying the feeling of his lips on my neck.  His arm that wasn’t holding me against him trailed down my side before coming to rest low on my hip.  I could tell from the firmness pressed to my lower back that he wanted to do more, but didn’t exactly know how. 

Slowly, I moved my hand free hand to cover his, weaving my fingers through his own.  I squeezed it lightly before tugging on it, moving it from my hip to the top of my thigh, hoping he would understand.  Even the slightest touch of his hand near my core caused my body to shudder against his, my hips pushing back into him.  His lips froze on my neck, slightly parted against the skin there.  Then, after the small hesitation, he slid his hand over the material of my jeans to run between my legs.  I exhaled heavily through my nose at the contact, body immediately buzzing in response.  After putting slight pressure there, he pressed his lips to my ear and whispered, “Let’s lay down.”

I obeyed and crawled onto his bed, propping myself up on my elbows.  He stared at me for a few seconds, unsure of how to go about his next move.  Then, he tentatively crawled up the bed so his lanky body hovered over mine, holding my eye contact the entire way.  I bit my lip as he brought his hips to rest between my legs, bringing my hands to run down his back.  His eyes flicked down to my lips before lowering his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as he ground his hips against my own.  A quiet groan escaped my throat at the pressure. 

I slipped my fingers under his shirt again, feeling his muscles moving beneath his skin.  Gripping the hem of his top, I tugged up gently, indicating I wanted it off.  He reached one had to the back of his neck where he grabbed the fabric and pulled it over his head, causing his hair to become slightly ruffled.  I let out a gasp as I took in the sight of him.  What I had experienced from touch was now exposed to me, taut skin pulled over his subtle muscle definition of his chest and abs.  I trailed my palms down his front, eyes following my touch as they made their way lower and lower. 

Once I had felt his solid chest and gloriously shaped abs, my hands began trace the strip of skin above his boxers, thumbs running below the band as he leaned down to kiss me again, tongue smoothing against my own.  I ran them under the fabric a few more times, getting lower with each passing of my thumbs.  Suddenly, he stopped kissing me.  Surprised, I looked up at his eyes, which were unreadable. 

“Joey,” he said quietly, face inches from my own.  His mind seemed to be racing with many different thoughts.

“Harry,” I returned.  I didn’t say anything else, however, just waited for him to speak again.

He took a breath before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.  “Um, I-I, want to…” he trailed off, looking very embarrassed.  I thought I knew what he wanted to say; he wanted to be able to reciprocate what I had done to him.