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“Ni, I’m home,” Harry calls out as he enters their shared flat. The brunette removes his black pea coat, shaking the snow off before hanging it on the hook by the door. His scarf follows, and then his shoes and still Niall hasn’t replied. “Niall?” he calls, walking further into the flat.
The living room and kitchen were both dark, but a faint glow was coming from around the door of their shared bedroom. “Niall?” Harry asks for a third time, pushing the door open. “What are you doing?” he asks, when he spots Niall sprawled on their bed, wearing only Christmas print boxers and a ridiculous head band with sprigs of mistletoe on springs.
“Just waiting for you to get home,” he answers, grinning. “I figured since you had your last final today, we could celebrate.”
Harry laughs and shakes his head to get his curls out of his eyes. “Well, this is one way to celebrate,” he agrees, already toeing off his socks. He removes his grey t-shirt next, letting it drop to the floor. Nimble fingers remove his belt, and finally he’s at the age of the bed, wiggling out of his pants. “Skinny jeans are so inconvenient,” he whines as he sits on the bed to finish removing them.
“But they’re sexy,” Niall replies with a shrug. The blonde then gets up on his knees and wraps his arms around Harry’s neck, mouthing at his shoulder.
“They are rather sexy, I suppose,” he agrees, standing up again, causing Niall’s arms to fall from his neck. Harry smiles and turns to face Niall, now standing in just his bright red boxer briefs. Arms littered with tattoos circle Niall’s waist, holding the older boy flush against him. “I can’t believe you actually went out to find a headband with mistletoe on it.”
“It’s great isn’t it?” Niall asks with a grin, arms snaking back around Harry’s neck.
“It’s ridiculous is what it is,” Harry answers, fingers playing with the hem of Niall’s boxers.
The younger boy’s answer causes the elder to pout and look at him with wide, sad blue eyes. “Aren’t you going to kiss me, Styles?” he asks, it would sound like a challenge if he wasn’t still pouting.
Harry throws his head back, a barking laugh spills from his lips. “Of course, I can’t believe you thought you had to wear that ridiculous thing to get me to kiss you,” he answers before kissing Niall firmly.
Harry’s lips are chapped from walking home in the cold, but the kiss is nice just the same. Every kiss with Harry is perfect; Niall doesn’t care about chapped lips or morning breath. He doesn’t care that sometimes Harry uses too much tongue. Harry doesn’t even mind when sometimes Niall’s braces cut his lips when they’re drunk.
The kiss turns heated quickly, mouths opening and tongues fighting for dominance. Niall leans back against the mattress, pulling Harry down with him, his legs fall open easily and Harry settles between them.
Soon their boxers hit the floor, flushed cocks pressed against bare stomachs.
Panting, Harry sits up on his knees and leans over Niall’s body to get lube and a condom from the nightstand. He then sits back on his heels and pops the cap open. “Gonna ride you,” the younger boy tells Niall as he coats his own fingers. Leaning forward, he plants his left hand next to Niall’s hip, the right hand he uses to quickly work himself open.
“So hot,” Niall tells him, watching Harry get himself ready. “Shit,” he breaths, hand wrapping around his own cock, working it slowly. “C’mon,” he adds, nudging Harry with his knee.
“Okay, okay,” Harry agrees, moaning softly as he removes his fingers from his body. “Okay,” he says again has he slicks up Niall’s cock. Harry then straddles Niall’s waist, holding his dick steady in his right hand as he slowly sinks down its length.
“Ahh,” Harry hisses, he thinks vaguely that he should have prepped a bit more. He sits still for a moment, giving himself a chance to adjust to the intrusion, hands braced on either side of Niall’s head, fingers curling into the sheets. Niall’s placed his hands firmly on Harry’s waist, fingernails digging in just a little bit.
“C’mon, Harry,” he says softly, turning to kiss Harry’s wrist. “Please,” he whines. The tight heat around his cock was making it hard to think.
Harry chuckles softly, bringing his hips up just a little before sinking back down, both boys moaning softly together. The brunette leaned forward and kissed Niall again, sucking on his bottom lip gently. “You look ridiculous,” he pants softly against the older boy’s mouth. “I can’t believe you’re still wearing that headband.”
Niall laughs softly against Harry’s lips, kissing him deeply to shut him up, hips rolling up to meet Harry’s downward motions.
“Mm, getting close,” Harry moans softly, breaking the kiss again and sitting up. He pulled up again, and then pushed his hips down, the new angle finding his prostate just right. “Niall,” he moaned softly, head thrown back as the boy beneath him wraps his callused fingers around his leaking cock. With a few deft flicks of his wrist, Niall had Harry coming undone on top of him, a string of curses breaking free from his own lips as Harry’s body clenched tight around his cock. Niall’s own orgasm followed shortly after.
Harry hissed softly as he pulled off of Niall’s cock and flops down gracelessly next to his boyfriend, head pillowed on Niall’s chest. “I love you and your ridiculous headband,” he tells him, drawing circles on Niall’s stomach, making a bigger mess of his cum.
“That’s good, because I got one for you too,” Niall laughs, pulling another out from under his pillow, situating it atop Harry’s curls. “Now, you look ridiculous too,” he states before kissing Harry again.
Harry just laughs into the kiss and keeps the mistletoe headband on through their second round.