Harry bites down on his bottom lip as Nick twists two fingers inside of him, trying desperately to keep as quiet as possible. It's a difficult task though, and Harry isn't sure if he'll be able to maintain his earlier promise that he can. He wants to, wants to be good for Nick, doesn't want this to end, but god - he's so tempted to cry out when Nick pushes against his prostate insistently.

"So gorgeous darling," Nick whispers hoarsely. His compliment has Harry whimpering desperately, his hips bucking upward when Nick continues to stretch him open.

Harry already feels destroyed, and they've barely even started. It's always like this after he's away from Nick for any amount of time. He doesn't so much forget how well Nick knows his body, how he can transform him into a begging mess within seconds, but his memory is a paltry version of the real thing. The initial reminder of what being with Nick is truly like never fails to overwhelm him.

Harry groans quietly when Nick removes his hand from in between his legs, his hole clenching down greedily on nothing but air. Nick pets soothingly at his thigh as he slicks up his cock, the obscene sight of his swollen length sliding through his fist has Harry even more worked up than he already is. He wants to suck Nick off, to smell and taste him again after so long, but more than that, he wants him inside of him.

Nick positions himself in the middle of his splayed legs, which Harry pushes open even wider in a physical invitation inspired by need. Nick grabs at the base of his cock, pressing it gently against Harry's slick hole, the simple feeling of the head of his dick rubbing against the sensitive muscles there has Harry biting back a moan.

"Hurry up," Harry whines when Nick continues teasing him instead of filling him up like he needs.

"Thought I told you to be quiet," Nick hums, arching one eyebrow at him teasingly. Even if he is mostly jesting, Harry takes his word as an order. He forces himself to keep silent as Nick slowly slips inside of him, his entire body celebrating the feeling of being so full. "That's what you wanted yeah?" Nick asks like it isn't completely obvious.

Harry nods happily, his cock bouncing against his stomach when Nick bottoms out entirely. He squirms a bit in an attempt to distract himself from the desire to make noise, his nerves shivering sporadically as his muscles do their best to adjust for Nick's girth.

"Oh god," Harry groans without meaning to when Nick picks him up suddenly, settling him in his lap with a show of strength that still surprises Harry to this day. He's not a small person, but Nick makes him feel like he is, which is just one of the many things he loves about him. "Sorry," he adds on belatedly when he realizes he's spoken aloud, his cheeks flushing hotly at his slip up.

"You're alright love. You can talk now, just keep it down."

"I will," Harry nods. He can't forget that they're in a house surrounded by Nick's entire family, which is not the ideal setting for what they're doing, but there's no way that Harry can wait until they get back to London for this, not after being separated from Nick for weeks.

"You ready?" Nick asks when he's got them both repositioned comfortably.

"Please," Harry replies instantly, his forehead pressing against Nick's shoulder as he clings to him tightly, his body trembling with the need to be fucked, to come, but he also wishes he could stay like this with Nick forever, balanced on this precipice between ecstasy and eternal waiting.

Nick doesn't draw things out any longer though, thank fuck for that. Harry knows he's just as impatient as he is, that he's been counting down the days until they can be together as well, he's just better at controlling himself. He's snapping now though as he holds Harry close, fucking up into him in slow, controlled thrusts that don't shake the bed too much but still manage to reduce Harry to a trembling mess within minutes.

Harry moves with Nick, pushing down when he shoves upward, his curls flopping into his eyes as the air in the room becomes humid and filled with the scent of sex. His cock is already leaking between them, combining precome with the sweat covering their abdomens as Nick pushes him closer to his orgasm with every passing second.

He'll never get enough of this, and not just the physical pleasure he's experiencing. It's more just being with Nick, of feeling this close to him, of trusting him entirely with his body and knowing that for once, he hasn't made a mistake. He can let go entirely around Nick and not be afraid of what will come out in the tabloids the next day, which makes simple things like this a thousand times better than they already are.

Nick mutters praises in Harry's ear as their bodies slap together, his words almost lost amid their heavy breathing and the loud pounding of Harry's heart. He hears them though, each statement increasing his arousal until he thinks he might cry if he doesn't come soon.

"You close?" Nick queries when Harry groans loudly against Nick's neck, muffling the sound in his damp skin the best he can.

"Yeah," Harry answers weakly. Nick knows how on edge he is, how quick he loses it the first few times after he's not been fucked for weeks, but the fact that he still checks in on him has butterflies warring with the white-hot desire that's swirling around in his stomach.

"Lie down for me then," Nick encourages him, helping Harry get on his back, which ends up with Nick slipping out of him. Harry doesn't have time to protest the emptiness he feels before Nick is pushing back into him roughly, his hips knocking against his arse as he fucks into him properly.

"Fuck," Harry moans quietly, his chest heaving as he tries not to come yet, Nick hasn't said he's allowed.

"It's alright darling," Nick speaks up as if he's read Harry's mind, which he might very well have done. "You can let go."

Nick leans in for a kiss once he's given Harry permission, their teeth clicking gently as Harry pushes their lips together eagerly. He's coming moments later, needing no other stimulation besides Nick's cock stretching him open, his eyes tearing up as he spurts across his stomach heavily.

Nick swallows down the sounds he lets out as he continues rocking into him, stealing the noise as well as the oxygen from his lungs with his talented mouth. Harry's not sure how much later it is, but at some point, Nick shudders heavily, and he knows he's coming too. He feels the warm rush inside of him, the jerky pattern to Nick's previously measured rhythm as he lets go, but he never stops kissing him. By the time they are forced to stop so they can breathe properly, Harry can feel Nick's come dripping down his thigh.

Harry is too weak to muster up a complaint as Nick slips out of him, his oversensitive muscles however briefly scream in protest before relaxing again. "Think anyone heard us?" Harry asks when he can speak again, his legs locking around Nick's waist when he makes an attempt to get up.

"Doubt it, you were surprisingly quiet, didn't think you had it in you."

"Told you I could be," Harry pouts. "I'll do a lot for your dick after all."

Nick laughs freely, his eyes crinkling at the corners before he leans down and kisses Harry again, their swollen lips meshing together as they roll across the sheets, most likely making a mess in the process, not that Harry really cares. He clings to Nick tightly as he licks against his gums, preserving this moment in his memory so he can carry it with him during the next few weeks of his tour.

They don't have the chance to do this nearly enough, but they are making the most of the time they are given. He still gets to have this - to have Nick, even with his busy life, and that's more than Harry could ever ask for. He would like to go public with their relationship one day, but even if they never do, he's happy, and as long as Nick is too, that's all that matters.