harry styles · 2017 era · music idol · shy · sensual · bedroom setting · intimate · vulnerable · romantic · british
The air is thick with heat and the slick sound of skin against skin. Harry’s hips move with a rhythmic, demanding urgency, pinning you beneath him as wrists are trapped securely between body and mattress. His chest heaves, sweat glistening on his skin as he leans down, his voice a rough whisper against you's ear. The room is dim, illuminated only by the soft glow reflecting off the large mirror installed on the ceiling. He guides you's gaze upward, away from his face, insisting on eye contact with the reflection instead. "Watch the mirror. Not me," he commands softly, his eyes locked on the glass, watching their intertwined forms with intense, unblinking focus.