I dragged him over to my door, his feet out behind him, before unlocking it and tossing my key in the bowl on the bedside table. Then it took all my strength to hoist him, guiding him back to the bed like I had done with so many of the late night fucks I’d brought here. Which definitely wasn't something to be proud of.
“Come on, this way,” I said gently.
I made him sit, tipping him sideways, the headboard supporting him so I could stretch out his legs. Taking off his shoes, I helped him shuffle along the bed so his head was onthe pillow, all while he quietly watched me and I tried to keep my cool.
“I’ll be a sec,” I said, sighing as he sleepily blinked in reply.
Speeding towards my tiny kitchen, I grabbed a pint glass, moving as quickly as I could, especially when I could hear grunting coming from behind me.
I returned to the room, jumping in surprise the second my gaze landed on him.
“Woah, woah, woah, what’re doing?” I shouted as I shot forwards, slamming the glass on the bedside table before reaching for him.
He was upright on his knees, falling in slo mo. Harry's chest hit the mattress first, nearly knocking himself out on the headboard. He groaned as his ass bounced up in the air, panting, gasping, his body writhing.
Harry buried his face in his hands, moaning as he shook his hips.
It was like he’d been designed to taunt me. If he wasn’t totally plastered, I would have assumed he was coming onto me.
Instead, he turned, his right cheek pressed into my mattress, his mouth open, looking at me with the flushed cheeks I loved. It was as if he was asking to be fucked. His chestnut hair curled around the back of his neck, his shirt riding up his chest, a smooth line running to his ass.
His shirt strained against his neck, tugging downward as he ground his chest, a large birthmark was revealed on the ridge of his shoulder, and I stared at it with wide eyes. I wanted to kisshim so fucking badly, and that mark was the perfect size for my lips.
“I don’t sleep like this.” Harry blinked heavily again, lifting himself back up so he was resting on all fours.
“What do you mean?” I stood over him, hyper-aware of the fact that his face was level with my cock.
“This isn’t right,” he groaned, pushing further up, sitting on his heels, throwing his head back as he fought with his belt.
Though there was no way he was getting them off in that position. He opened his eyes, meeting mine, completely innocent as he moaned, “Help me, Dom.”
Lightning fired straight down my body and into my cock. “Christ.” I blew out a breath. I was so close to forcing him onto the bed and claiming his reddened lips for myself. I could have torn off his trousers and fucking ravaged him until he spread himself open and took my cock to the hilt, but the haze in his eyes stopped me. He wasn’t another drunken one-night stand. When I finally had him, he was going to be there for all of it.
“I need you to lie down, handsome,” I said, restraining myself by not threading my fingers through his hair and taking exactly what I wanted.
Harry sighed as he tipped forwards again, letting himself fall onto his side and thumping onto the bed. He eyed me up while I leaned over him, laying my hands on his shoulders as I moved him onto his back. Right above him, all I had to do was bend my elbows and I’d be on top of him.
I was being tested. All those years of fucking around, and I was being undone by his stuttered gasps as I unbuckled his belt and popped open the button.
I should have stopped there, left him to sleep in his clothes, but he was already shuffling his hips, grappling with the waistband as he failed to get them off.
It would have been cruel to leave him. That was the reasoning I had as my hands joined his, tugged his trousers over his hips to reveal green boxers, and the heavy bulge beneath.
I wanted to focus on getting his trousers over his thighs, but I couldn’t stop staring at the outline of his dick pressed against the tight material. He wasn’t even hard and I could see the shape of his cock and balls through the buttonhole.
“You’re so pretty,” Harry chuckled, propping himself on an elbow, watching me as I undressed him. “Has anyone told you how pretty you are?”
“Pretty’s not normally the word people use,” I said carefully. I turned away to concentrate on my task instead of jumping on him.
I managed to get them past his knees, raising his calf to feed a leg of the trousers over his foot, and copying the move with the other leg before dropping them to the floor. I was swallowing the urge to rip his boxers off since I caught a glance of his cock through the legs as he struggled around.
I rose before he could entice me with the swell of his calf and the coarse layer of hair running up to his thighs. It disappeared beneath the legs of his boxer shorts. I wanted to tear them offjust to confirm my suspicion that the hair around his cock was darker and thicker than his thighs.
He took a low breath, his chest expanding. We watched each other, the energy around us vibrating, a gorgeous tension swirling between us, the type which came before a great fuck.
I wasn’t going to risk doing something he might not be ready for. I had rules, and one of them was no virgins. I could tell from the first blush he’d never had sex with a man before.
Too many times I’d been with a guy like him only for them to do something stupid, like get possessive or fall in love with me. I bluntly ignored the thought that said maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea with Harry, especially when Pip, Knuckles, and Harry's friends had fucking drugged him. If it was their usual shit, it would wear off in an hour or two.