Harry couldn't help it. He sucked in Nialls skin between his lips and he acheiving a hickey-mark on his neck. Niall giggled and he had nothing against it. They lay on the bed and Harry lay on top of the gorgeous Irishman. It had started as a challenge, who could dare to take off all the clothes. It stoped with that now they were naked, horny, yet they didn't dare to go ahead. Harry let his lips massaging the skin with a kiss. He felt the taste of Niall and it was wonderful to feel his body so close.
"You kissing me?"
Nialls word were hoarse, yet filled with low widespread fear. Harry raised his head and he looked straight into the Irishman's eyes.
"And I'm lying naked on top of you."
Yes it sounded silly, but Harry didn't want to break the spell. He didn't want to stop to be where he was, on top of the body as he wanted for so long. Niall became more serious. He was red over his face and down his chest. Harry understood that Niall was uncertain, Harry knew that they had already crossed the border.
"You have boner." whispered Niall on. "And I have..."
Harry felt how their hard parts jostling for space, and only the thought got Harry to get excited. Slowly, he moved on the hip, to make friction between them. Niall groaned. He didn't resist, prompting Harry to hope for more. Slowly moving the hip and slowly he got Niall to forget that other stuff, as he surely had in mind. Their breathing became deeper, stronger and their bodies became aware. Harry smiled a little bit, and he brought the body a little harder against Niall. He felt how the Irishman hard part was standing straight up and wanted more. Niall seemed to forget that Harry was a guy, that Niall wasn't gay and that maybe they should quit. Instead, Harry felt how Niall took his arms gently around his back. Slowly he let Harry take him in the game and slowly he let the younger guy control everything. Breaths mingled with groans and Harry let his elbows land on each side of the Irishman's head. He looked straight into Nialls eyes all the time and he felt a tingling in his stomach. This was like a dream. This was taken from a perfect dream.
"You kissing me?"
Nialls word were hoarse, yet filled with low widespread fear. Harry raised his head and he looked straight into the Irishman's eyes.
"And I'm lying naked on top of you."
Yes it sounded silly, but Harry didn't want to break the spell. He didn't want to stop to be where he was, on top of the body as he wanted for so long. Niall became more serious. He was red over his face and down his chest. Harry understood that Niall was uncertain, Harry knew that they had already crossed the border.
"You have boner." whispered Niall on. "And I have..."
Harry felt how their hard parts jostling for space, and only the thought got Harry to get excited. Slowly, he moved on the hip, to make friction between them. Niall groaned. He didn't resist, prompting Harry to hope for more. Slowly moving the hip and slowly he got Niall to forget that other stuff, as he surely had in mind. Their breathing became deeper, stronger and their bodies became aware. Harry smiled a little bit, and he brought the body a little harder against Niall. He felt how the Irishman hard part was standing straight up and wanted more. Niall seemed to forget that Harry was a guy, that Niall wasn't gay and that maybe they should quit. Instead, Harry felt how Niall took his arms gently around his back. Slowly he let Harry take him in the game and slowly he let the younger guy control everything. Breaths mingled with groans and Harry let his elbows land on each side of the Irishman's head. He looked straight into Nialls eyes all the time and he felt a tingling in his stomach. This was like a dream. This was taken from a perfect dream.
Niall parted unconsciously on his legs and he closed his eyes. Harry knew what Niall felt. He himself felt the same thing. The full body wanted more. Their dicks shook with excitement, and soon they had lost the controll completely. Slowly Harry let his head be lowered toward Nialls lips. They breathed against each other and the movements became more determined, more aware.
Niall responded the kiss. Harry closed his eyes, and he felt how Niall slowly but surely ended up in the fog. Their tongues began to play with each other and it was wonderful to kiss him. Harry groaning at the same time. He felt he brought his cock harder and faster back and forth. It wasn't sex, but it was as close as he dared to go. He brought their hard parts against each other and it almost felt like they did everything.
Niall whimpered. There was a small wonderful sounds that came out of him. Quickly he took his arms tighter around Harry's body and he began to meet the movements with his own hip. They were sweaty, they became tense and they knew where they were heading. Harry wanted a release between them. He felt his whole body wanted the same thing. It felt all the way down from the toes up to the scalp. He moaned and he pressed himself harder against Niall. He felt how he moved his dick between them and the prepuce was moving prefect between their skins. He felt he was moving faster and faster. Niall uterine higher and higher. He was so close. Harry wanted him to come. It was the only thing that Harry had chosen. He wanted to show Niall that you could have a wonderful time with a guy. One didn't needed a hole, or at least not a girl's hole.
Harry lifted easily on his body. One arm was still by Nialls head, but he took down the right hand and took hold of their hard cocks. Quickly he stroked them in a grip. Niall threw back his head and he was closer every second that passed. Harry felt they couldn't stop it. He brought his hand quickly up and down their shafts. It was wonderful to hold in Nialls dick. It was smaller against Harry's big part, but it was wonderful.
Niall began uncontrollably shaking. It was as if he ended up in a coma. Right as it was it squirted sperm. Harry felt with his hand how Niall let out everything and the Irishman bit his lip to keep from crying. Harry loved that particular second. ONE second when all the dreams became true. He saw how Niall gained the ejaculation and he saw Niall shook through the orgasm.
Harry arrived! He put his face against Nialls neck, and he made his hand move quickly up and down over his own hard part. It was so close. He felt as if his entire body buckled up. It was as if the body wanted to enjoy one last moment. In the end it was as if the plug just released. He felt what it come and he felt how it landed on their bare stomachs. Niall kept his arms around Harry's head and he still made no resistance. Instead, Harry felt how Niall kissed his hair and pulled his fingers through Harry's curly hair.
Harry remained above Niall, with his entire length over the Irishman. Between them was the track from a wonderful moment. Their stomachs was almost stuck together, but Harry couldn't care. He felt Niall rubbed his back and actually it felt as if this moment was meant to happen.
"Sorry!" whispered Harry yet hoarse. He knew Niall wasn't interested in guys and he knew that Niall surely repented it all.
"Why are you sorry?"
Nialls voice wasn't actually angry, and Harry noticed that Niall didn't seem to be anxious.
"I'm sorry this happened." Harry mumbled on. "I mean, I know you're not interested in guys and..."
Niall took his hands around Harry's face and he forced him to meet Nialls gaze.
"What did you say?"
Harry gulped and he blushed.
"Yes, you have so many times told us all that you are waiting for a princess?"
Niall smiled slightly and he seemed almost amused.
"And you think I hadn't said no, if I had been waiting for a girl?"
Harry didn't know what to say.
"I thought we just played?"
Niall laughed quietly and he gave Harry a quick kiss.
"It wasn't a game." he whispered hoarsely. "I wasn't sure just because I was ashamed of the truth."
"The truth?"
Niall nodded silently.
"Yes, I was afraid to tell you that I like both guys and girls. You are right when you telling us that the sex don't matter. I just haven't dared to admit it."
"Sorry!" whispered Harry yet hoarse. He knew Niall wasn't interested in guys and he knew that Niall surely repented it all.
"Why are you sorry?"
Nialls voice wasn't actually angry, and Harry noticed that Niall didn't seem to be anxious.
"I'm sorry this happened." Harry mumbled on. "I mean, I know you're not interested in guys and..."
Niall took his hands around Harry's face and he forced him to meet Nialls gaze.
"What did you say?"
Harry gulped and he blushed.
"Yes, you have so many times told us all that you are waiting for a princess?"
Niall smiled slightly and he seemed almost amused.
"And you think I hadn't said no, if I had been waiting for a girl?"
Harry didn't know what to say.
"I thought we just played?"
Niall laughed quietly and he gave Harry a quick kiss.
"It wasn't a game." he whispered hoarsely. "I wasn't sure just because I was ashamed of the truth."
"The truth?"
Niall nodded silently.
"Yes, I was afraid to tell you that I like both guys and girls. You are right when you telling us that the sex don't matter. I just haven't dared to admit it."