Can you do a blurb about what it's like to kiss Harry? :)
Ohhh to kiss that boy.
It could start in a number of different ways, but my personal favorite to imagine are slow, lazy kisses that could *potentially* lead to something else, but not necessarily.Ā
Iām talking his lips starting slow on your jaw, nose nuzzling lightly into your cheek and low, throaty chuckles every now and then. Ā Maybe a low, somewhat needy whine of āBabyyyyā Ā while his nils rake down your back.
Once youĀ accepted the heat of the moment, I think heād wrap his fingers around your hips and pull you over onto his lap so youāre facing him. Ā Your knees would rest on either side of his thighs, and your butt on his knees while your lips found their way to his neck. I think kissing Harry would be a very overwhelming experience, but not in a bad way.
I think heād be incredibly warm. Ā His body, his cheeks, everything. Ā Warm and comfortingā almost in a suffocating way, but not enough to make you feel trapped. Ā His lips would be velvety I think, because damn, you know that boy takes good care of himself. Ā And heād smell so good. Ā Not just his cologne, but likeā¦ him. Ā A scent that is exclusive to Harry and his body and itās enough to get you heated on itās own.
His tongue would slowly circle yours while his lips sucked lightly against your own. Ā His fingers would absentmindedly scratch and squeeze at your back or your hips, and then if you did something particularly nice, like bite gently down on his bottom lip, theyād stop because heād only be able to focus on that sensation and how good its making him feel despite its simplicity. Ā Ā
Every now and then youād hear a low groan so soft you would think you imagined it. Ā Youād hear his breath hitch, or heād let out a long sigh through his nose. Ā The only noise would be the separating and then rejoining of your lips, and it would be a soft, wet sound. Ā Occasionally his hips would jut up ever so softly, or yours would roll against the subtle little bulge in his jeans, but it wouldnāt mean anything. Ā Not necessarily. Ā Because I think Harry knows the value of a good old fashioned make-out session without expecting anything to come from it. Ā
So thatās what he focuses on. Ā Using his lips to press spongy, open mouthed kisses from your lips to your neck. Ā His breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Ā (And donāt think he wouldnāt notice those and give himself a mental pat on the back for them.) Ā His tongue would peek lightly between his lips once he found the spot on your neck that heād been eyeing all day, and heād suck just shy of pain; until you could feel the hint of his teeth grazing lightly against the soft, sensitive skin. Ā Lazy circles of his warm tongue would have your eyes fluttering closed, with no intention of opening back up any time soon.
I think, at random times, youād feel him smile into the kiss or heād let out a low, sleepy sounding laugh, and youād ask what was so funny. Ā To which heād pull away ever so slightly and say,Ā āNothing. Ā Just love you, angel. Ā Sāall.ā Ā And you know he means what he says, because the look in his eyes is so beautiful you want to cry. Ā He knows thereās nowhere else heād rather be in this moment (Except perhaps between your legs, but heāll work towards that later).
