"I want to touch it!"
Harry's voice was hoarse. He was red over the face and you couldn't miss that he was horny. He had taken Niall into a corner, and he had grabbed hold of Nialls sensitive part, between the legs. He had a soft grip, but still that hard to make Niall to responded. Niall didn't know what to say.
"There are others in the room." he whispered therefore uncertain. Yes, they were in a pub and they were at that part in the place as contained a minimum number of people, but still there were many who could see them.
"And?"
Harry didn't care about others. He had his eyes fixed on Niall. He raised one hand and placed it against the wall, leaning against Niall. He took the other hand and snapped up Nialls zipper on the pants. Slowly he opened up and pulled it out. Niall swallowed and he stared straight at Harry.
"But...?"
Harry smiled wryly and he let his fingers grab, down by the root. Slowly up and then slow down again.
"No one cares." he whispered in reply, leaned closer and put his lips against Nialls cheek. "Relax. It's dark in this corner and nobody cares."
Niall tried to get an overview of the room, but he was slowly rocked into the sense of accepting this. He put his hands on Harry's upper arms and he tried not to make a sound. Harry liked it. He knew what he was doing and he was good at it. Up, down, up and down. Niall moaned and leaned against the wall. Slowly but surely they took the step from friends to something else and something more. Niall closed his eyes, and he bit his lip. The body showed clearly that this was what he needed. Harry didn't hesitate for a second and he liked to see the Irishman in this state.
"One day we'll do it in bed." he whispered hoarsely against Nialls hot skin. "I will teach you everything, Nialler."
Niall groaned slightly, and he was hardly aware over where they were anymore. Harry accelerated, yes, he wanted to see Niall come.
"I own you." he continued hoarsely and determined. "You are mine and no one can take you away from me."