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I spent two hours of my Friday afternoon waiting for Harry to text me back. I had messaged him saying I was sorry for making him storm out—even though it still confused me why he had done that. Regardless, I needed to keep us on good terms if I wanted the meet ups to continue—and I definitely wanted that.

After those two hours of waiting, Harry finally replied.

HARRY: Sorry. I was being childish. I'll come over tonight again if you want me to.

ME: Of course I want you to.

HARRY: Don't you have loads to do though?

ME: Are you trying to make up an excuse now?

HARRY: No!

HARRY: No. Definitely not.

HARRY: I just remember you saying you had two huge assignments due Monday.

ME: I do but this is more important.

HARRY: You never get enough, do you? ;)

ME: How could I?

ME: You can come over now if you're not busy.

HARRY: Yay! :)

It didn't take longer than five minutes until Harry was right there on my bed, tearing his shirt off in front of my eyes. I copied his actions before aligning my body with his, our warm torsos flushed together as he leaned in to kiss my neck with his hands tangling up in my hair.

"You smell incredible." He sucked on my skin, breathing in. "Have I told you that?"

"No."

"Do you wanna try something new?"

"Yeah." I gasped, impatiently digging my hands down his pants, causing his button to pop open. "What do you wanna do?"

"Sixty-nine."

"Mmm...okay," I purred, tugging his pants down while he yanked down mine.

It did not take long until I was naked on top of a naked Harry with my arse and crotch motioning over his face and my eyes curiously eyeing the throbbing cock in front of me. As soon I clasped my fingers around it I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, massaging them before dipping his face in between and gently kissing the hole. In reaction I rolled my eyes back in my head and rubbed his tip in circular motions with my thumb.

"I'll eat you out properly one day," I heard him say, his breath fanning my opening. "This is just a preview." He pressed his tongue against my rim and grazed it back and forth, making me gasp in satisfaction. He spoke while slightly shifting down as he grabbed ahold of my stiff shaft and kissed the tip, "It's this one's time to shine today."

And just like that, we both began sucking each other off. Due to our complicated position—and his abnormal length—it was hard for me to get him as far down as I would've wanted. I needed to tilt his shaft by the base with my hand in order to get it to slide down my throat, but once it reached a certain level, I had to go up again and repeat the process. What was making it even more difficult was the fact that Harry was doing it so well, and I wanted to match his skills—which was pressuring.

To help him get mine down further, I actually tried pressing my hips down against his mouth every time he tried to let it sink inside. It was very distracting, how he was sucking my cock so effortlessly while I was trying to satisfy him in the best way possible. He was twisting and turning his mouth against my shaft, occasionally pulling away to just jack me off. When continuing the process he usually sped up and tried to battle the side with his strong tongue.

Since it was the first time I had done it in a long time, I felt as though I had sort of lost the techniques—but feeling him work on mine in the meantime was making it possible for me to somehow copy his movements. I dribbled saliva over the shaft, took it inside before bobbing my head the fastest I possibly could and noticed him arching his back in reaction, his bum sinking further down into the mattress.

We proceeded the same way until I felt his torso and groin break out in sweat against my skin. He pulled away from my crotch and I started bobbing my hand over his cock, dragging the thin layer of foreskin back and forth until the thick semen pushed out of his slit and overflowed his shaft like a miniature fountain. The sound of his moans and whimpers as he came over my hands caused me to do the same, but in my case over his chin and neck. While maintaining the extreme pleasure I dipped down and glided my tongue over his shaft and groin, swallowing his cum and licking my lips afterwards.

Once we had both licked each other clean, Harry sat up, allowing me to slope down into his lap. I relaxed, letting him catch me with his arms and hug my waist tightly, his softening cock and scrotum pressing up against my spine. He was stroking my tummy when he started placing kisses on my neck for no apparent reason.

"What are you doing?" I asked, slightly tilting my head over my shoulder.

He kissed my cheek. "Appreciating your presence."

For his sake, we sat like that for a while (him snuggling into my neck and me waiting for him to finish). The fact that he was hugging me just because he wanted to made me uncomfortable, because a hug or embrace is never really something you do for your own satisfaction. Generally, the only time you hug a person voluntarily, the reason behind is that you like them.

Did Harry like me?

I was asking myself this when I felt his arms tighten around me while slightly swaying our bodies from side to side. Meanwhile, he was snuffing my hair and placing tiny, tiny kisses on my warm neck. The intention behind his touch wasn't to make me horny, and for that reason it only made me more uncomfortable. Soon I was shrugging my shoulders to make him let go until he finally did.

I hadn't realised I was frowning until I snapped back into reality after contemplating over Harry's questionable actions. My bum slid down from his legs so that I sunk down in the mattress. What I had just done had created a certain tension in the room, and neither of us dared to utter a word.

Cautiously, Harry let his palm brush against the side of my back, his thumb tracing along my backbone as it slid down in a gentle gesture. He really wasn't giving up—and that I knew when he started lining kisses along the line he had just touched with his finger. What startled me was how I could feel how much emotion he put into his touch—as if he was doing it because he wanted to, and not just because he thought it would soothe or satisfy me. But I wasn't satisfied.

"You're tensing up," he said, his voice gloomy and sad. Apparently my feelings had been transparent, and he was taking it personally. "Why don't you like it when I touch you?"

I sighed. Regardless of how I would truthfully express myself, he would get hurt—and I never wanted to hurt him. So I sat quiet, let the silence consume us until we were both like thin air, empty and shameful. He stopped touching me and released a heavy sigh while drawing his legs closer to his torso.

"Do you want me to leave?"

I felt like I wanted to cry. Not only because I felt bad, but because I despised the situation I was in. Why did it have to be so complicated when it could have been so fucking simple? I would have just wanted for him to come over for a bit and then leave as if nothing had happened—but for some pathetic reason, he needed to feel something completely different.

"Yeah." I gulped. "Sorry."

Due to the position we were sitting in I did not have to look him in the eye while saying that. He slowly crawled out of the bed and got dressed. I wouldn't dare to look at him—not even when he leaned in, drew me closer my the neck and placed a kiss on my puffy cheek. He ruffled my hair a little before sniffling and slowly walking off to the door.

"I'll see you," he said, quite gloomily.

"Yeah," I replied weakly while watching him leap out of the door and closing it behind him.

Fuck.

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