“Have you ever considered us tryin’ somethin’ new in the bedroom?” Harry wondered, his figure sprawled out on top of the duvet as he waited for you to finish your nightly routine. An old t-shirt from Harry’s wardrobe hung down your upper body with a pair of sleep shorts sitting upon your hips, your hair pulled back into a ponytail with the fringe hanging loosely down your face due to the length being too short to be pulled back behind a band; a look that Harry adored. “Like, have you ever considered us trying something different?”
“Different how?” You questioned, shuffling across the carpeted floor and flicking the main light switch off, watching as the bedroom plunged into a dimly lit atmosphere, the lamps set on the bedside tables either side of the bed emitting a limited amount of light that allowed you to walk safely back to the bed. “M’not going pull some weird crap on you. S’not my style. What’s the matter with what we’re doin’ in bed now?”
“Nothin’. Oh, god no. There s’nothin’ wrong with what we already do. I’d just like to spice things up, maybe?” Harry smiled, his cheeks showing a slight shade of pink beneath the limited light filling up the bedroom. “Don’ you wan’to try somethin’ new?”
“Harry, it’s not just that. I mean, like, I like how we’re doing this now. The most adventurous we’ve gotten is having sex in the shower,” you stated, a smile on your lips as you climbed upon the bed and laid beside him. His boxer-clad body rolling over on top of the duvet, his cheek pressed against his pillow as his sleep-filled green eyes stared intently at you. “I thought you liked the fact that we got a bit more adventurous in where we do it.”
From shower sex to kitchen sex and from blowjobs in his home-office to inappropriate yet exhilarating touches in the living room, the two of you had pretty much christened your home whenever it was possible. The day you had moved in, Harry had suggested the two of you have a proper celebration beneath the sheets, where he had treated you to a nice dinner and your favourite dessert before popping a bottle of champagne open and getting tipsy in the bedroom where one thing had lead to another.
The first day Harry had needed to get work done for the new album, you had taken it upon yourself to relieve his stress and work your magic beneath his office table, curled up as much as you could and as comfortably as you could, pressing kisses along the shaft you had pulled from beneath the constraint of his too tight skinny jeans. His stresses exiting his body in moans and groans as orgasms elicited from his belly, and profanities rolled off of his tongue.
When the football season started and Harry became a little to entranced by the players running across the screen – whether he understood the game or not – you found it upon yourself to keep his attention on you. To make sure he knew you were still there, bored and waiting for him to switch his attention from something he barely understood to someone who understood just what his perfect night was and was willingly suggesting a night of watching his favourite movies and cuddling beneath a blanket.
The two of you weren’t afraid to be adventurous around the house – it lead to different positions and different noise levels depending upon whether the neighbours would be liable to hear just what you were doing.
“I do. It’s quite exhilarating when your girlfriend suggests giving you a blowie in the garden,” Harry smirked, closing his eyes tiredly, “but, I mean like, maybe we get a bit more adventurous in the bedroom, beneath the comforts of our duvet on a comfy surface in case things got rough.”
“Rough? Is my sweet and innocent boyfriend wanting to be dominant, hm?” You cooed, running your fingertips softly up his arm. Goosebumps rising upon his skin with a shiver running through his spine following in suit.
“I thought we could try it out. I mean, it’s just a one-time thing if you don’t enjoy it,” he reasoned, running his hand down your side. “We could try it out? Like, I feel like we could experience somethin together. I’ve never done anything different, same as you,” he added, his voice deepening and his words slurring together with sleep.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Like, maybe we could, like, try different positions or we could introduce, like, sex toys into the mix or we could try role-play or somethin’,” he stuttered nervously, his eyes darting around the room, looking at anything but your intrigued and amused face. A smirk lifting at the corners of your lips as you watched his face contort with anxiousness and embarrassment.
“You’ve got a cheeky brain in that stunning head of yours, haven’t you, hm?” You giggled softly, your palm pressing to his bulging bicep that belonged to the hand that was stroking up your sides. His skin soft and smooth beneath your touch “I didn’t know you were thinking of trying something new.”
“All the lads are always talking about what them and their missus do behind closed doors, and I want to give them something to chat about,” Harry chuckled.
There were endless nights on tour – back when they lived on a tour bus and spent every sleeping and waking moment together – where the five of them would sit around with beers and food taken from the venue they’d performed at that night, chatting about different topics. The topics changing from sexual and bedroom secrets to how well the crowd were that night to how excited they were for a specific night on the tour or a specific place they couldn’t wait to explore. And Harry had found it a tentative subject when the idea of their sexual experiences were brought up in the heat of a moment, laughs and cheers being exchanged with each story.
And he couldn’t help but feel like he was inexperienced amongst the lot of them.
He had never tried anything on his own. He had no possession of sex toys or blow up dolls or anything that vibrated, so compared to their stories, he felt embarrassed.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. If we do something different, then that stays between us until I’m comfortable with’em knowin’. I don’t want you spilling our secrets out to the boys,” you warned, a chuckle leaving his lips. “If you spill our sexual secrets to anyone, you’ll be getting yourself off in the shower. And I know you used to do that a lot before we go together.”
“Oi. Don’t deprive me of you. I need you,” he whined, rolling onto his back.
But he was a gentleman. What happened behind closed doors stayed behind closed doors. He wasn’t one to kiss and tell.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway. It’d be our little secret.”
“Indeed,” you smiled, “and I mean it, Harry. If you tell anybody about what we do in our bedroom, I won’t be happy.”
“I would never, ever tell anybody unless I have full consent from you,” he grinned towards the ceiling, a leg bending up with the sole of his foot pressed to the duvet. “Do you have anything you want to try?”
“I mean, if we were to try anything, I’d like to include y’know, sex toys in the mix. I mean, it’s easing us into trying something new and we get to choose what we use together,” you smiled, shuffling across the duvet and perching yourself in the curve of his body, his arm snaking beneath your neck and pulling you closer to his side. “We could try some role-play too. It could put your acting to some good use, hm?”
“I don’t need some acting practice. I’m already pretty decent,” he grinned. “I’ve also had some thought into mixing up the idea of not doing sex in the conventional and ideal way,” he stated, his nerves creeping back up and becoming audible in the words leaving his mouth. “Like, maybe, if you were up for it, we could try anal or somethin’.”
A choked gasp left your lips at his confession, your eyes wide as you looked up in shock.
“You want to try anal?”
“I mean, if you’re up for it. We don’t have too.”
“On me, or on you?”
“I mean, like, I had a thought of doing you anally, but the idea of you pleasuring me that way sounds so good,” he grinned.
“Harry, you do have a dirty side to you, don’t you?” You laughed, leaning up on your elbow and slinging your free hand across his chest, your arm loose and hanging limply across his torso. His cheeks were flushed and from the light shining off of his green orbs, you could see his pupils were dilated. “I guess we could try. I mean I get how you would do me anally because, like, your dick goes inside me. But, how the hell am I meant to perform anal sex on you if I don’ have a dick?”
“We could buy a strap-on,” he mumbled, his lips toying with the idea of giving you a smirk. “No, m’jokin’. Like, maybe you could just tease or somethin’? From the porn I’ve watched, the girl kinda, uses her fingers and sort of like, stimulates that way.”
He had experience – it’s where he got the idea from.
Being away from you for long periods of time had lead to him needing to find a specific way to get himself off. Whether it be from pictures you’d send him of your outfits or underwear shots that you knew he would like, or whether it be from a video he’d found online that got his motor running. He had no type of video, and if he stumbled across a video that deemed interesting and enough to coax an orgasm out of him then it was something was willing to watch.
Anal just so happened to be something he had stumbled across one evening on tour, in a fancy hotel with gorgeous smelling soaps and a large bathtub where he had situated himself, nude and feeling aroused with no new updated photos of you to use as wank material. He knew you didn’t mind if he turned to porn as a last resort – you did the same behind closed doors when he was away and you weren’t shy to hide it from him.
“So, it’s like fingering but on a man?”
“Sort of, yeah. Jesus, this is making me a nervous wreck,” he admitted softly, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “M’getting’ a bit tired too. Maybe we can leave this till tomorro’?”
“Oh, no. Harry, we are talkin’ this out now. I’m curious to know what you’re keeping in that mind of yours,” you grinned.
“No. No, we are going no further. Come on, now. Cut me some slack, babe,” he mumbled behind his palm, the feeling of your fingers tickling up his bare skin making the nerves in his body erupt. “Come on, please?”
“Harry, I want to try this. I don’t know when I’ll want to try it, but, Harry?” You whispered, wrapping your hand around his wrist. “Harry, look at me,” you smiled, hitching a leg over his hips and pushinh yourself up from the mattress, straddling his waist, “hey Harry, don’t be so silly now. We’re in a relationship. A pretty decent relationship, if anything. We need to learn to tell one another things. Especially when it comes to this type of thing,” you reasoned, “so, please don’t feel embarrassed. We’re in this together, okay?”
“Okay,” he smiled, his green eyes staring into your own, sending chills down your spine.
“Do you have an idea on when you want to try this or is it going to be a spur of the moment thing?”
“I quite like the idea of it being a spur of the moment type thing. Because, then we don’t have to panic and become nervous about trying somethin’ new,” he reasoned, his words jumbling together into a mess of word vomit leaving his lips. “Like, I love the idea of it just happening naturally.”
“I like that idea. I could surprise you, maybe,” you grinned down at him, your teeth showing in the limiting light of the room.
* *
And indeed it did happen naturally
A spur of the moment thing that happened just 2 weeks later.
In the comforts of the bed after a warm and comfort-filled bath with a vanilla scent aroma mixing with the smell of Harry’s shampoo, that he insisted he used to wash his hair to rid the sweat building upon his hairline and upon his features from his afternoon in the gym.
His body laid flat on it’s front upon the duvet, his arms folded beneath the pillow his head was set softly against. His hair damp and letting off the odd drop that dribbled down his bare shoulder and onto the soft cotton sheets covering the mattress of the master bed. His legs spread with a width fit for you to settle into, his feet hanging over the end of the bed, with the tips of his toes reaching just where the mattress disappeared beneath the wooden base board.
There was no build up to making love to one another that night, with the idea of having a warm bath together and cuddling up beneath the sheets being fresh in Harry’s mind. You liked the idea when he had brought it up, breaking the silence of the brightly-lit bathroom, and enticing you to join him. But, watching and observing how his nude body shone beneath the lamp-lit bedroom, it was tough to just ignore how inviting it was. The way his muscular back curved perfectly to create a dimple at the base of his back, just above his bum, made you want to press your lips to the tanned and toned skin. The way he looked so relaxed made you want to take things slow, as slow as possible, to make it as sensual and as loving as you could. He looked so inviting and ready to be devoured by your hunger for lust.
With a flick of the bathroom light switch to plunge the room into darkness, you dropped your towel from your body and let it fall to a heap on the floor, your feet carrying you over to where his subconscious figure laid. The sudden movement and dip of the mattress you created turned his attention from the darkness of his closed eyelids to your sitting and naked figure beside him.
“Why y’lookin’ at me like tha’?”

Because you look delicious enough for me to devour, you thought to yourself. A smirk lifting your lips as you ran your fingers through his dampened hair.
“You just look really relaxed,” you stated, cupping his head in your palm as your finger scratched at his scalp. His eyes closed with the pleasure coursing through his body, a smile on his pink lips as the corners twitched happily. Your eyes continued to scan his nude body, your tongue poking from between your lips as you licked the flesh devilishly at the sight just centimetres from you; his body seemed so muscular and toned – something you thanked Mark and the gym for – and his skin seemed so tanned and sun kissed against the crisp and white sheets beneath the two of you – something you thanked his many months away on tour for, the heated and hot countries working wonders upon the skin he had on show through the day, exposed to the sun.
“M’really relaxed. N’you massaging my head is makin’ me feel even better,” he admitted softly, his voice barely audible and the words barely comprehendible as they left his lips.
“That bath made you feel better, didn’t it, hm?” You cooed, pulling your hand from his hand and brushing it down his back, tracing every protruding bone sticking out from his soft and smooth skin. “How about I make you feel a bit better, hm? A bit more relaxed,” you whispered.
You pulled your hands back from his completely, pushing upon your palms and shuffling yourself down upon the bed. The sheets rustling beneath your bum, perking up Harry’s ears and enticing him into just what you were about to do. You hitched a leg over his thighs, straddling the muscles below where his bum and his thighs met with dimples denting the skin.
“What are you doin’ there? Checkin’ out m’perfect behind, hm?”
“M’just massaging your tense muscles, baby. Don’t worry. Although, your bum is a very perfect sight to stare it,” you smiled, more to yourself than to him with his attention not even being upon you, but rather being upon the pillow and the tiredness he was trying hard to suppress. “You have such a peachy bum, do you know that?”
“You’re comparing my bum to a piece o’fruit?” He questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice as your fingertips danced across his skin.
“Peaches are my favourite, y’know that,” you giggled, your hands kneading up at the flesh on his bum, your thumbs intensely rubbing against the dip at the bottom of his back. “S’goin’ to be my new nickname f’you, I think. Peaches.”
“Peaches,” he snorted, burying his face into his pillow.
“S’that not a nice nickname? D’you not like it, Peaches?” You teased, brushing your naked entrance against his thigh and watching and feeling as his muscles tensed with what you could guess was the feeling of arousal.
“Mmm, you’re drivin’ me nuts, baby.”
“S’that feel good, hm?” You cooed, leaning upon his body and reaching for the bottle of clear liquid you know was sitting inside his bedside table drawer. His eyes closed with his head turned away from your wandering hands dipping into his drawer, silently rummaging and moving objects until you came across a familiar shaped bottle. “How about we try this out, hm?”
“Try what out?”
“I don’ have any massage oils, so, I figured lube would be a good something, right?” You smirked, an eyebrow cocked up as he lifted his head up from his pillow and looked over his shoulder. The half-empty bottle sitting in your hand being the first thing his eyes noticed, your hand shaking it softly and attracting his attention. “Will it work?”
“M’not sure,” he replied tentatively, a puff of air leaving his lips to move the strands of hair covering his face. “Y’can try it. I need to go buy some more, anyway.”
“You won’t need too with how wet you make me,” you grinned, his eyes widening as the words met his ears. His hips shuffled beneath you, a disgruntled and guttural groan leaving his throat, signifying the trouble he had just beneath him, pressing uncomfortably against the mattress.
“That’s naughty. I never knew such naughty words could leave your precious and innocent little mouth,” he chuckled, hiding his discomfort as much as he could, dropping his face back to the pillow. Puffing out a muffled breath, he awaited your next movement, the feeling of a warm liquid oozing on at the top of his bum, a trickle tickling at his lower back as it dribbled into the dimple created by his laying figure. “Hm, that tickles.”
“Sorry, baby. I’ll swipe it away in a minute,” you mumbled, setting the closed bottle against the bed and bring your hands to his skin and covering his lower half – starting at his very-lower back and covering his entire bum – with the clear yet slippery liquid that clung to your hands. Your touch sending sparks through his body, and emitting a twitch to his hardening length growing uncomfortably against the mattress. “You deserve to relax, okay? Just let me work your aches and pains away, okay?”
Your hands kneaded at his skin, the flesh moving with the pressure you applied to the tops of his thighs. Your thumbs pushed apart his cheeks, a slip accidentally occurring and brushing past his rim, sending a jolt up through his body with a soft yet quiet and almost inaudible ‘hey’ coming from his lips – he wasn’t going to stop you from going further, but it felt foreign to him; his body had never been explored the way you were exploring him, devouring in his state, and he’d never partaken in something so different. The feeling of his virgin area being attacked by someone he loved so dearly enticed him to let you continue. He could do this. He was in safe hands. It was you giving him that feeling, and he wanted more.
Bucking his hips up from the mattress, he felt a breath of relief leave his lips as he not only released his hardening self from the constraints of being between his heavy body and the mattress, but he had also proven that what had accidentally happened moments before had been something that he wanted to feel more of. His cheeks tensing beneath your hands as he pushed himself up on his forearms, his knees bending upon the bed and making him more exposed than when your thumbs pushed his flesh apart, your fingertips brushing over the skin of his lower back with your thumbs dangerously close to where he needed you to continue.
“You liked that, hm?”
“Mm, felt good. Oh god, s’a good feelin’,” he whispered, his body relaxing as your thumbs pressed into the curve of his cheek. “God, yes.”
His groan invited you to continue, and with a swift push of your wrist, your thumb disappeared. The feeling not only foreign to Harry, but to yourself. You’d never performed this act before. A low mumble of profanities left his mouth as you stilled your thumb and waited for approval upon the feeling he was experiencing. A soft kiss was pressed against one of his cheeks, in hopes it made him feel comfortable with what you were doing.
“Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
“No, god no. Don’t stop,” he gulped heavily, his voice shaking and stuttering almost, a hand gripping at the sheets in a tight squeeze that had his knuckles turning almost the same colour. His veins protruding from his wrist with the grip he had upon the duvet. “S’a good feelin’. God, you’re a wonder.”
With a rush of confidence, you began to move your thumb in and out. Moans eliciting from his mouth, with soft pants and whines leaving his mouth subconsciously, almost as if he had no control over what was leaving his mouth. He felt like he was upon cloud nine – a feeling he had never experienced yet a feeling that he had missed out upon not receiving for so long. And he could mentally scold himself for not trying this sooner.
“God, yes. Oh, god. Fuck,” he grunted, the word feeling almost odd against his tongue; it was something that he made sure never left his mouth unless it was necessary, and from the past, he had never really felt the need to use it against anything happening or against anyone who had riled up his emotions. His hips momentarily shifting to spread his legs almost as far as they could go with his toes curling against the bed, the initial feeling from the beginning disappearing from his mind as he focused upon how good and pleased he felt in this moment.
“You’re doin’ so good, baby,” you encouraged, your words soft against the flesh of his bum as your lips brushed his skin. A whine left his lips shortly after as he began to move his hips against the thrusts you were pushing into him, trying to sync the movements together as best as he could to get as much as pleasure he could – because he knew he wouldn’t last long and he wanted to make the most of the feeling. “S’that better?”
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh god,” he grumbled, his eyes squeezing shut as he contained himself. With a crack of his eye, he could see his hardened length dripping pre-come onto the sheets, a twitch releasing more and he knew that another press to his prostate would make him a goner. “M’so close, baby.”
With more kisses being pressed and littered randomly across his bum, you reached your free hand around his thigh and brought it to his girth. The muscle throbbed in your hold, almost like his wordless and silent plea for a release. You dared yourself to go further, poking the tip of your tongue from between your lips and giving the skin dangerously close to his rim a hearty lick, a stripe up his skin as your thumb continued to thrust into him.
“Christ, that’s so good,” he breathed out through pants, his face burying itself back into the softness of the pillow.
It was then that you decided to have a bit of fun. Pulling your thumb from his puckered skin, he whined and cried out at the loss of contact leaving his body. You smiled devilishly as he seemed to let words fall past his lips, without a care in the world of what was entering the atmosphere and travelling to your ears.
“Why’d you pull out? I was so close t’comin’,” he whined, falling flat against his front, trying his hardest not to grind to anything that could cause friction. The knot in his belly was tightening with each throb leaving his hardened cock, a tight feeling that had his eyes watering and his teeth drawing blood from his bottom lip. “Please, keep goin’. M’so close,” you heard him whisper, a begging tone lacing his words.
“Jus’ want to try somethin’, baby. Are you up for tha’?” You cooed, running a hand up his back and feeling his body shaking from an almost-there release. “But, I need you t’turn over, okay? It gives me better access to it.”
With a quick roll and puff of air leaving his lips, he laid upon his back, his knees bent and spread apart enough for you to slip between his thighs. Your body now, as comfortably as you could, was laid flat out on your front. An arm snaking around his thigh and resting upon his belly, with your other tucked beside you, a smirk on your lips as you pressed your lips to the skin just below his balls. A soft whine leaving his lips. You brought your hand to the place he needed you and wanted you to continue pleasing, a soft ‘yes’ leaving his lips as you pushed your index finger deep into him.
“Here?” You checked.
“Right there. God, yes,” he shivered, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and rubbing away at the water gathering at the corners. Your lips pressed against his inner thigh as you continued to push your finger into him, curling the tip up – something you’d learnt after copious nights of researching the best way to pleasure and stimulate a man through an orgasm. And you seemed to be doing something right. “Oh, shit. Oh, god yes!”
Harry felt like the wind has been instantly knock out from him, like a football to the stomach. The feeling felt magnificent – you were hitting the spot perfectly. A spot that he had never explored with himself, nor with anyone else, and he regretted not exploring himself further when he was a bachelor and finding himself through his teens. He could only imagine and bring himself to think and dream about the feeling of what an orgasm would have been like if he had just explored his teen self a little further. Finding his pleasurable spots and his weak-at-the-knees areas to tease himself and bring himself to a euphoric state, just by himself with no help of porn or naked girls on his laptop.
You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back, continuing to thrust your wrist and curl your finger with each one, his climax breaching and you knew from the way he was squirming beneath your touch and gripping upon the sheets that he needed to have his release soon, or else he would explode into a mess of tears, sweat and an orgasm that had been building up for too long.
“M’goin’ t’come, baby. Can I?” He begged, his voice raspy and needy and tight, his throat dry from his mouth being gaped open from silent moans escaping.
“Go on, baby,” you whispered, his hand reaching down to where his hardening length was throbbing against his stomach, his fingers curling around the girth and tugging, his thighs shaking with intensity. It wasn’t long before his thighs were shaking intensely, the baby-hair covered flesh rippling, as thick white spurts of a creamy liquid shot up his stomach, his eyes closing and rolling to the back of his head as the feeling overtook him. Sending him into a state of almost a pass-out stage, euphoria rushing through his veins. “God, you were so good, baby.”
“Mmm,” he whispered, giving himself one last tug to rid himself of the lingering orgasm. “Thank you.”
“For what, Peaches?”
“Peaches, really?” He snorted at the name, his laugh raspy and cracking slightly as the sound left his mouth. “Just, thank you. That was the best orgasm v’ever had.”
And he wasn’t lying.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you grinned, sitting yourself up and nestling between his legs; his aching, and still shaking, legs. “You seemed to love it. How did it feel?”
“It felt strange. M’not sure how to explain it, but, it felt really strange. A good strange, o’course,” he chuckled lightly, his eyes closing with sleep. “M’so tired now though.”
“Get some sleep, Peaches.”
As you carefully shuffled off of the bed, you stood to the floor and bent over, grabbing the white towel that Harry had covered himself with after the bath. You looked at his already sleeping figure, a smile on your lips as you watched small breaths escape his mouth. His chest heaving as he tried to even his breaths out, and you could only imagine his heart doing flips and beating faster than normal behind his chest.
Wiping at the release covering his chest, he seemed to fall out of his sleep state, his eyes intently watching you as deemed yourself to take care of him, ridding the sticky and sex-smelling release from his body.
“Thank you.”
“What for, this time?”
“For lookin’ after me. I love you,” he murmured, a tired looking smile on his lips.

“I love you too, Peaches. I love you so much.”

Notes

A little warning: this include rimming/rimjobs, anal, sexual and explicit language and mature scenes. If you feel uncomfortable, then please skip this one.