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He only whimpered in response, and so Liam gave another slap, raising an eyebrow in disapproval. He kept the repeated actions until Niall finally whimpered out a yes. Humming in approval, he leaned forward, kissing the exposed skin of Nialls neck. “Good boy,” he mumbled. Next, his hands found the males in front of him, sides. They gripped onto them, forcing him into his hips for a few seconds before finally mumbling,”enough. M’going to fuck you, hard.” Their clothes were gone within seconds. Liam was far too into the situation for anymore foreplay. Groaning in approval, Niall wiggled his bum in the air, waiting for some sort of pain, or pleasure. Then when it came, it was in a sticky and cold sense; the lube was an odd substance, and smelt of lazy, summer days.
“Sh…shit,” Niall breathed out, bunching up the blankets in front of him. The situation was familiar, and he knew the first few minutes would be terrible. After they passed, nothing but approving moans pushed past his lips. Liam picked up his speed, until eventually he was slamming hard into him. “Fuck, what’s my name?” He moaned out, slapping down on Niall’s bum. “Liam.” “What is it?”
“Liam P..Payne!” Niall responded, biting down onto his bottom lip. It was almost unbearable. Liam cooed his approval into the blonds ear; even placing soft kisses to it. Not even a moment later, he was cumming hard into Niall. “Shit,” he pulled out the moment he was finished, not bothering to let Niall finish. Narrowed blue eyes found his, though. They were angry, and still filtered with lust.
“You bastard,” Niall muttered, taking over dominance. But really, that’s for another day.