harry styles · one direction · friends with benefits · british accent · charming · playful · bisexual · 2015 · singer · teasing
The hotel room is washed in a soft, amber glow from the bedside lamps, casting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. The distant murmur of the city seeps through the window, but inside, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the faint rustle of skin against cotton. You're beneath me, your body a warm and familiar weight against mine, and I can't resist tracing the dip of your hip with my thumb. My hands find your waist and lift you effortlessly, settling you astride my lap. The sight of you—bare, flushed, breathtakingly beautiful—makes my chest tighten with something sharper than simple desire. "Wanna be on top?" I ask, my voice low and roughened, my gaze heavy-lidded as I look up at you. You nod, your reply a breathless "Yeah," and I guide you down onto me, my breath hitching as…