“Gorgeous, come in the water,” Harry pleaded, his forearms resting on the edge of the pool, his ringless finger laced together with his chin resting upon the backs of his hands. His hair sticking to his forehead with water trickling down from the tips of the strands, running down his tanned and prominent cheek bones, his green eyes staring intently at you as you stayed laying upon the sun lounger. A book in your hand with your sunglasses perched up on your head to hold the strands of hair that were falling from your messed and slightly knotted ponytail; something you couldn’t be bothered to tame that morning once you woke up. “Please? M’bored n’we’re the only ones out here.”
You had been the only ones around the pool for hours, the last couple bidding you their goodbyes around 5pm that day, as they pushed themselves up from their sunbeds and slid on their shoes and gathered their towels and sun-creams and their hats and sunglasses set on the table between their too sun loungers. The distinct sounds of chatter and laughter being heard from your places by the pool as families and groups left their rooms to go about what they had planned to do for the evening – getting a bite to eat before they mingled and met other holiday-goers in the pubs and the boardwalk, family-friendly bars.
It contradicted against how busy it became through the late morning and the early afternoon, where nearly every sun lounger was occupied with towels or sunbathers or sleeping ones who fell into the zone of relaxation. The pool was empty, even though the beds were fully occupied, with the odd female taking a dip or the frequent male doing laps to relieve himself of the warm weather causing a sweat layer to form on his skin. And, it felt peaceful and quiet when the numbers decreased over the hours, to which Harry felt content, purring on his front with his feet hanging over the end of the flat-out lounger, his cheek pressed against his his forearms with his head facing you; your figure in a similar position as you topped the tan on your back up.
And because you had been the only ones around after the late afternoon rolled around, Harry felt comfortable enough to have a cheeky dip in the pool. He felt awkward sitting in the pool on his own, begging and pleading for you to join him in front of an increasing number of people, with the said people noticing Harry and staring and whispering and taking photos of the two of you as you tried to enjoy a holiday of normality.
And once the last couple had disappeared around the corner, Harry was walking to the bar, barefoot and in his yellow trunks, to politely ask the bartender behind the counter if said bartender could ask around to the more superior ones of the hotel, to see if the two of you could have a couple more hours in the pool alone – an agreement being made that you could have an hour or two, tops, after the pools closing hours came around. And it was then that he felt highly appreciative of the status he had from being in the band, because with the mention of his name and the sudden desire for something, he could get the two of you what you wanted.
“Just, give me a minute, yeah? I’ll join you in a minute, Peaches,” you smiled, peeking over the top of your book, catching his eyeline of contact upon your figure. His cheeks painted with the orange dusk of the setting sun of Santorini, his eyes squinting to block out the rays that were too bright for him. “Put your sunglasses on. You’ll damage your eyes.”
He gave a swift glance at the sunglasses sitting on his towel, scrunching his nose before shaking his head and looking to your stern-looking features; he’d complained recently, after not wearing his sunglasses after a day of lounging on the beach to prevent tan lines on his face, with sore and shooting pain behind his eyes, and it was a pain that painkillers and tablets couldn’t suffice.
“M’going back under water in a minute. Don’t want to risk ruinin’ the lenses. They are a one of a kind pair of sunglasses, Gorgeous,” he smiled, “I jus’ want you to come and join me. M’bored and need a buddy to play with,” he whined, wiping his face from the water that was tickling his skin and dripping from his eyelashes. “Please come n’ join me.”
“Harry,” you sighed softly, “let me just finish this page. It’s the last page of this chapter and then I’ll come and have a swim with you.”
But he wasn’t satisfied.
“Now, please,” he whispered, his eyes closing and squeezing shut and he puffed his cheeks out and let out a heavy sigh. As your eyes skimmed across the page filled with one paragraph full of detail leading to a cliffhanger for the story, his continuous groans and mumbles could be heard. “Come sit on the edge of the pool and read. Just, wan’a have you close to me. You’ve been readin’ all day.”
His exaggeration had you amused; you hadn’t read all day, but you had taken up the last hour or two to catch up on the story you’d started on the plane journey and had forgotten to continue when you had the time. With the peaceful atmosphere around you both, you’d taken it upon yourself to read a chapter or two of your book to pass the time and to keep yourself updated on the plots and the twists and the turns.
“Harry, I know you. You’ll pull me into the water and ruin this book,” you sighed, folding the corner of the page and closing the book, setting it upon the bag Harry had packed that morning before you left the apartment. A deep chuckle left his lips as he rolled his head back and let the water wet his matted hair, his head disappearing beneath the water before he emerged back up. “This is Gemma’s book, anyway. She’ll kick you in the nuts if we go back and it’s ruined.”
He’d done it before. Not to you, but to his sister, herself. You’d joined him on a holiday a few years back, a trip to the South of England because Anne had organized a family holiday to Cornwall, and she had offered for you to tag along; something that Harry couldn’t turn down in asking you because he got to spend time with you through the long car journey and he got to sleep in the same bed as you and he got to take you to the beach and the sweet and tourist spots of the small seaside town. One day of the week Anne had booked, you and Harry and Gemma had visited the waterpark – it wasn’t a large one, nor was it a small one – and he had taken it upon himself to bring the entertainment.
With his body submerged under water and one hand around Gemma’s ankle as she perched on the edge of the pool with a book in her hand, he tugged her in and laughed when she slipped in; leading to a refusal to speak to him for the rest of the day creating tension yet amusement between the rest of you.
“Oh, nonsense. She won’t kick me in the nuts because I know how much she wants nieces and nephews,” Harry stated with a grin on his wet lips, his face lighting up when he watched you stand to your feet. “You comin’ in now or do I have to wait much longer?”
“You do know that if people walk past, they’re going to be extremely confused as to why we’re still in the pool,” you mumbled, removing your sarong and draping it over the back of the sun lounger you had occupied for most of the day; getting up on occasion to purchase water and various cocktails that you and Harry would share, as well as cans of fizz and iced tea. “It’s past 8 and we’re not allowed in after 8.”
One of the multiple rules that had been slightly broken between the majority of those taking advantages of the pool and the weather; the rule of no bombing or diving had been broken multiple times by some who felt the need to be disruptive and show their need for fun, the rule of showing indecency being broken by most, and the rule of not staying in the pool after 8 being broken by the two of you as Harry sunk his body beneath the water level.
“Luckily for me and you, I have the special power of having access to the pool after hours. Granted, we only have until 10 because they need to drain it and whatnot, but, we still get some privacy in the pool before we go and get ready to go out and have some food,” Harry smirked, holding his hand up and wiggling his fingers, waiting for your touch to elicit sparks through his body. “C’mon. Come in the water. Need a cuddle ‘cause m’gettin’ cold and you always warm me up.”
“Alright. But, don’t pull any stupid crap, Harry,” you warned, pointing your finger at him as you perched yourself upon the edge of the pool, “and I mean that. You’ll sleep on your own, out on the balcony.”
“You wouldn’t,” Harry smirked, wading in the water and sliding himself between your legs, his arms resting upon your thighs as he looked up at you. “You can’t spend one night without me, you cheeky bugger. Remember the night we spent at Gemma’s when we were having our bedroom and en-suite done?”
How could he forget.
It was the second time the two of you had gone all the way in the act of love in her home, but it was the first time the two of you had been caught in the act. The feeling of being separated sending feelings through your body that made you want him more; a forbidden love type of situation where his sister had insisted you took her guest room and Harry took her sofa.
You’d gone down for a glass of water, passing by your sleeping boyfriend with the idea he was zonked out for the world from the snores leaving his mouth, his body beneath a blanket with his neck in a position that would have him grumbling about a crick and his feet hanging over the end which would have him moaning about numb toes and cold soles. Your ideas were thrown out the window when he’d leant up on his elbows and gave you a tired smile followed by a ‘couldn’t sleep either?’ and it was enough to have you gulping down the water and joining him on the sofa.
“She made us stay in separate rooms, I remember. Shit hit the fan when she caught us naked on her sofa under the blanket your mum had given her for her birthday,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly on the short strands sticking up and almost dry from the heat of the atmosphere around you both. “You’re right though. I can’t spend one night without you when you’re around. I can do it when you’re on tour and everything, because you’re not in the same place as me, but when you’re in the same house as me and we’re summoned to stay apart, I can’t sleep,” you reasoned.
“She was so mad that she stopped talking to me for a week,” Harry chuckled, his fingers drawing soft patterns on your skin. “Don’t mind though. That was almost 2 years ago. We’ve had sex so many times after that now, and, every time I don’t regret.”
“I would hope you wouldn’t regret each time. Otherwise we’re in a difficult position,” you teased, bringing your hands down from his head, your fingers brushing over his cheeks. “You need a shave, Peaches. Gettin’ a bit tickly,” you smirked.
His five o-clock shadow was beginning to make an appearance, and as much as you loved the look going against his perfectly chiseled features, it was something that you could never get used too. His upper lip feeling prickly when you kissed him, and his cheek felt rough when his head was against your shoulder or cupped in your hands or pressed to your bare thighs when he used your legs as pillows.
“Keepin’ it for a while because m’waiitng for the day you let me eat you out,” he stated with a smirk toying at the corner of his lips, his voice laced with lust. Your cheeks flushing pink under the orange rays shining from the sky, the sun disappearing behind the mountain splitting the country down the middle and separating the busy town-life of Kamari from the quietened strip of Perissa. “What are y’ blushin’ for, Gorgeous? You always suck me off, so, what’s wrong with me using my mouth to bring you to an orgasm?”
He was eager to have you hovering above him, fingers holding the headboard and knuckles white, your scent in front of him as he inhaled and proceeded to use his lips around your bundle of nerves.
He’d dreamt about it over numerous nights.
“Because, it’s never happened between me and you before. It’s weird to talk about,” you mumbled, your thumbs brushing over his bottom lip and blushing when his lips puckered and a kiss was pressed to the tips, “I’m alright sucking you off and sticking your penis in my mouth, but, I’m a bit weary about you doing that to me,” you admitted nervously, pulling his bottom lip down with a smile before removing your hands and dropping them into the water.
“M’goin’ to be able to do it one day, aren’t I?”
“Of course. Just, need to work myself towards letting you do it,” you smiled, cupping water in your hands and lifting your wrists up, tipping your hands over and letting the water trickle down his shoulders. “You goin’ t’ let me in the water now?”
A chuckle left his mouth.
“S’a bit cold when you get in. Sure you can handle it?” He smiled, standing to his feet and showing where the water level came up too when he stood in the shallow end of the pool, the water level coming to the skin just below his nipples. He smiled wider as you slid yourself into the water, your face contorting but your body immediately submerging beneath the water, standing up on your feet moments after and brushing your hair from your face. “Best way to go about it.”
“S’a bit cold, isn’t it?” You giggled, wading over as fast as you could, to wrap your arms around his neck. “I think we should spend the day down here tomorrow, and then, go for an early dinner and get some drinks in for the evening. We could go to the bar we’ve become usuals in,” you grinned, his hands roaming your lower half and stopping at your thighs, hoisting you onto his hips.
“Sounds decent to me. We’ve got three more days here in Greece and we’re yet to get drunk and end up being woken up asleep on the beach,” Harry chuckled, his feet taking him across the width of the pool, edging you back to the wall of the pool. “M’jokin’. I love waking up to you in the apartment during the mornings. You look ethereal and unbelievable.”
“Well, it’s the same for you. You look very beautiful in the mornings. Every morning, not just out here in Greece,” you smiled, a grunt leaving your mouth as your back touched the edge of the pool. “What are you doing? Thought we were going for a dip in the deep end.”
His hands began to apply pressure to your bum, his fingers bending and squeezing the flesh he loved ever so much.
Flesh that he was forever touching when he had the opportunity, showing from your bikini bottoms or your knickers or even bare when he would wake up in the mornings after a night of passion and sex and love. Flesh that he would swat at cheekily when you shuffled around him, whether it be when you walked in front of the TV or when you stood at the counter to chop the vegetables up for dinner or when you gave him a hug and his hands would sneak down and pat your bum repeatedly, getting rougher with each pat. Flesh that he would admire when you were changing in the mornings or in the evenings after your showers when you would drop the towel from around your body and bend down to pull your underwear up your legs.
With the pressure being applied to your skin, it was enough to send electricity eliciting through your body, a want for him settling in your stomach. And it was then that you knew why he was desperate to get you in the pool, to have the privacy around the both of you, his constant pleas and begs and whines becoming evidence that he was horny and needed you.
“Got somethin’ in my trunks f’ you,” he whispered lowly in your ear, his voice cracking and going hoarse with the arousal running through his veins. He pushed his hips up to your crotch, and you could feel it; a prominent bulge forming from his hardening cock constricted against the tight material covering his lowly half. “I have a boner. D’you understand how god damn gorgeous you look in that bikini?”
“I had a feeling I looked pretty good. Knew it would get your motor running, so, s’ why I picked it out,” you grinned cheekily, your head rolling back as he suckled on your slightly chlorine-covered and tasting skin of your neck, his lips nibbling at the flesh below your jaw. “No hickies, Harry. Please. I don’t have a lot of make-up to cover them.”
Your words came out softly, and as much as you wanted and loved to have his mark of territory on your body, you hated the idea of walking around Greece with a bold and prominent and staring-you-right-in-the-eye bruise from his ravenous yet pleasurable mouth.
“M’not. You just taste so good,” he whispered against your neck, his warm breath fanning across your wet skin and making goosebumps raise on the surface, your hairs standing on end. “Got a boner in my trunks. Need you to jerk me off, please.”
“Harry, please. I didn’t get in the pool for this,” you warned, pushing his shoulders a little to create space between your bodies. “I thought we were going to swim. Not do the unspeakable.”
“The unspeakable? Gorgeous, you make it sound like having sex with me is bad and wrong,” he chuckled, his hands holding your hips as he let his fingertips slide beneath the band holding your bikini bottoms sitting on your hipbones.
The string-like belt around the waistband leaving nothing to the imagination for those staring, and it made Harry feel uncomfortable. People were staring at his girlfriend. Strangers, for that matter, and it made him feel discomfort towards the outfit. You were wearing a bikini that he classed as ‘sexy’ and ‘perfect’ as well as it making him ‘want to tear it from your skin’ behind closed doors.
“Is it really the unspeakable?”
“Harry, public sex is unspeakable for us. Especially with your status in society,” you claimed, sighing heavily. “We run the risk of cameras and fans taking photos and we can’t d- get your hand out of my bottoms, you bugger,” you grumbled, reaching between the two of you and squeezing his wrists, trying to pry them from the constraints of your bikini bottoms. His fingers came dangerously close to your pubic bone, and with one more millimeter, he’d have you falling for the indecent act and have your knees weak.
“C’mon. I need you to help me. It looks like we’re just being intimate and cuddling in the water. Saw loads’a couples doin’ it today in the pool. Pretty sure that blonde couple were fucking on the steps, you know? She spent a lot of time on his lap when they were sitting over there,” Harry reasoned, his eyebrows raising up and down as he spoke, his head tilting towards the steps nearer the back end of the pool where you envisioned the blonde couple from before being as intimate as ever; intimacy that would be considered acceptable behind closed doors. “Besides, we have the pool to ourselves and no one has walked through here in ages. We’re cuddling and we’re not doin’ anything. Just want a handjob.”
“You’re not spunking in the pool, Harry.”
A snort left his mouth as he scrunched his nose up.
“M’goin’ to release in the pool, Gorgeous. It’s what happens when you have a girlfriend who gives you so much pleasure,” he whispered, “and do you have to say spunk? Sounds so vulgar,” he muttered under his breath, a grin forced onto his lips as the word felt foreign to him.
“Oh, and giving you a handjob in the pool is okay, hm?” You questioned with a smirk, bringing your arms back to his and raking your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck. “You’re so unbelievable, Harry. Do you know that? What would your mother say?”
Anne had a thing, a rule what have you, for not showing sexual acts around other people whether you know them or not – she considered it disrespectful and immoral and it shouldn’t happen. Behind closed doors, it was acceptable because it’s the privacy between your own company and no one elses. But out in the open or in someones house, the idea of a sexual act being exchanged was unacceptable and frowned upon.
Yet, Harry found it too thrilling for a man that was considered respectable and generous.
“Mum’s going to say nothin’ because she’s not finding out about this, okay?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of telling your mother what we do on our holidays, Peaches. I never kiss and tell, you know that,” you smiled, blushing softly as he pressed his lips to yours in a impromptu kiss.
“Does this mean you’ll give me a handjob now?”
“Fine. I’m not happy with this but I can feel your cock tryin’ to escape and you look like you’re in pain so, I’m going to be a good girlfriend and relieve you from your painful experience and let you have some fun. I expect something back in the room tonight, though,” you teased, your feet coming into contact with the tiled floor of the swimming pool, your legs unraveling from around his waist and giving your better access to tuck your hand into his yellow trunks.
“Best girlfriend ever, y’know that? Best girlfriend, I’ve ever had,” he whispered, a hint of smugness and cockiness lacing his words as they rolled from his tongue and barely made it to your ears. “Love your hands touchin’ me. Rubbin’ me up n’ down and having me twitch and leak from the tip. Best feelin’ in the world, and you give it to me.”
“Kiss-ass.”
“You kissed my ass, remember? Literally,” he whispered, chuckling lowly as your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed and your mouth gaped open. “Damn, it was good too. Gave me a proper good orgasm that night.”
“Shut up. I’m one centimetre away from pulling your dick off completely. Watch your mouth, Harold,” you warned, your fingers retracting the elastic from his hip bones, a shiver coursing through his spine as the cold and chlorine-filled water came into full contact with his aching and throbbing muscle between his legs, his tip painfully red and visible beneath the clear and rippling pool water. “Someone’s lookin’ a bit painful down there.”
“M’in so much pain, Gorgeous. Tryin’ t’ focus on not spunking when you touch me,” he whispered, a strain on his words as he rolled his head back. His Adam’s apple bobbing visibly, bringing your tongue from between your lips and slicking and wetting your flesh with a smirk. “Jus’ rub me, please.”
“Eager, aren’t you, hm?”
“You give excellent handjobs. Prefer your blowjobs better but I don’t want you drowning and chocking around me’ cock now, do I?” He teased, a smirk on his lips as he nudged his nose against yours, his green eyes never leaving yours as he kept them focused on your widening orbs. “C’mon. No one is here. The more you play this out, you run the risk further of bein’ caught. I really need y’ to jerk me off. Maybe le’me squeeze your boobs too. Gets me goin’.”
He was a boobs man, hands down.
Yes, he loved the flesh and the ample curves of your bum and he loved to squeeze it when he had the chance, but when it came to sex, your boobs were what he loved on the most. To him, they were wondrous to squeeze in the middle of sex; with the occasional nip across your nipples from his lips or the gentle swirling lick from his tongue on your flushing and hot and sweating skin. His palms were large enough to engulf the entirety, and it was enough to have you dripping for him, maybe even groaning and grunting and arching your back to give you better pleasure.
“My poor boobs suffocated by your large hands. Wonderful,” you teased, pinging the elastic back and grinning when he winced in pain and rolled his head back. “Did tha’ hurt?”
“Just a bit. Caught the tip of me’ cock in there then. Like catching your fingers in the car door, and I’ve done that plenty of times,” he hissed, his teeth gritted and his jaw clenched. His jawline prominent and showing from beneath his skin, his bottom lip being taken between his teeth. “C’mon now. Enough teasin’. Gon’a spunk myself soon.”
The knot in his stomach becoming tighter and tenser.
“A’right,” you whispered lowly, ducking your hand slowly into the elastic bands forming teeth marks on his skin. The material clinging to his skin around his waist and around the muscle of his thighs; they were too small for him but he insisted on keeping them as his swimwear because they weren’t too short to be considered in the category of not fitting him and being ready to throw away, and he’d yet to see another pair of yellow trunks in his size in the shops. “Got so worked up f’ me, hm? Did I do this t’ you or did you bring this on yourself?”
You.
It was evident that you had made him in such a state; and it was enough to have him freak out and groan because he knew that you know what you do to him and it had him weaker when you pulled the sweet and innocent and shy act.
“You did it, you bugger. Now, stop teasin’ and touch me,” he grunted through clenched teeth, his hips bucking up with a sigh of relief leaving his mouth; with your hands clenched around his girth and the water touching at his naked flesh, he fell into his euphoric state. A state where his eyes would roll back, his mouth would fall open and soft groans and whines and moans and mewls would leave his throat, rolling off of his tongue with any thought behind them. “Oh, god, yes.”
“Y’such a cheeky, dirty lad, aren’t ya’? Hm? Letting your girlfriend give you a handjob in public. Who knows what could see us? Who knows who could be getting photos right now? We could be top news tomorrow. Scandalous, we’ll be called,” you whispered, his chin resting on your shoulder as your free arm snaked around his neck, your fingers brushing over the skin beside his ear, leading down to his jawline. Your hand jerking and tugging with your pace increasing and his pants and breaths and heavy moans becoming more frequent. “I love this side o’ you, Peaches. My favourite. Weak and submissive, almost. Like you’re just handing yourself to me.”
“Hmm. Love this too. Love havin’ you please me, Gorgeous,” he strained out, breathlessly and panting with the words barely falling from his mouth. Your hand picked up it’s pace even more, your elbow making much more sudden and visible movements, creating ripples on the surface level of the water. Bubbles forming and popping with each splash created from your jerking hand. “Hmm, fuck!”
“I can feel you throbbin’, Peaches. You’re so close to comin’, aren’t you? You goin’ to come for me and relieve yourself?” You whispered, one of his hands gripping at your waist as the other wrapped around your neck, his fingers from both hands digging into not only your waist but your shoulder, his large palm covering the entirety. “So close.”
“M’so close,” he cried out in a hushed whisper, his words coming out as panted breaths that warmed your ear.
Your hand picked up the pace, his trunks falling to the fleshy and apple curves of his bum and settling at the top of his thighs. He felt the urge to kick them away, to shuffle them down his legs and let the float away on the surface level so he could open his legs just ever so slightly to give himself better stability. But he knew he wasn’t going to last long and he couldn’t find it in himself to pull back for that mere second to tug them down the rest of way, pulling them from over his feet and throwing them to the other end of the pool.
“Hmm. A little better access. How’s it feel t’ be exposed to the cold water, hm? S’it feel good?” You whispered, a grin added to the tone of your voice as you pressed your flesh against his warm ear, the shell still damp from the trickling water falling from his hair.
He whimpered in response, a soft frown forming on your features. A feeling of intense euphoria coursing through his veins as he focused his mind on the mixing feelings of your hand squeezing his girth and milking and forcing the release out of him as well as the cold water touching his hot and throbbing and reddening tip.
“S’happened to your voice, Peaches? Lost your words?”
“Feels so good. M’goin’ to come soon. I can feel it. S’a knot in my stomach. Just a couple more jerks,” he begged quietly with every ounce of sef-control he had left in his weakening body, his chest heaving with each needed breath he took. He longed to scream out, and he longed to let out a moan that started and lead from his gut and came out hoarse and guttural from his throat. A warm sensation covering your neck as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, his knees shaking and his toes curling beneath his weight. With the added pleasure of your thumb brushing across his tip, he’d lost all control and fell lax against your body, his head falling to the side and just mere centimetres from falling off your shoulder. “Oh, god. Hmm. I need t’ come.”
“Come for me, Peaches. C’mon now.”
And with a soft ‘oh god’ leaving his mouth, the knot in his stomach unraveled and he fell weak and pleased against your body. His knees shaking as they held his weight, his feet shuffling as he shifted his body from side to side, your hand still in a tight grip upon his girth as you milked the rest of his orgasm, his nose nudging at your collar bone as he released a string of groans that, surprisingly, you were only able to hear.
“S’a good feelin’ when you milk me dry, Gorgeous,” he whispered thankfully, tugging the shorts back up his legs and covering his now limp muscle, pinging the elastic against his waist. “S’go get some food, shall we? M’really feelin’ the souvlaki tonight.”
“Nothin’ too heavy. You had stomach problems last time we ate a large meal,” you warned, pressing your lips against his. “You’ve still got a drink up there, waiting for you to have some. Just some water. You could use it right now. You sound a bit gravelly.”
You wanted to say he sounded sexy rather than gravelly, but, you’d never make it out of the pool. And you could hear his grumbles and tummy rumbles and you knew he was hungry.
“Dry throat. Happens when you’re forever moaning and groaning at such pleasure eliciting through your body from your girlfriends touch,” he grunted, his nose scrunching up as he gave you a cheeky smirk, his eyebrows raising. “C’mon. I’m hungry. Orgasms make me have an appetite.”
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Notes

I apologise greatly if this is incredibly rusty and rushed and everything - it’s my first time writing some proper handjob smut.