yes, daddy?

Harry: took a moment to spit into his own palm before wrapping his hand back around his cock, and though he knew it didn't compare to how deliciously wet her pussy would feel stretched around him, it at least made it a little easier to imagine. "god, yeah.. had to fucking carry you back to the room, your legs were shaking so hard." harry breathed out a cross between a note of aroused laughter and a groan when she brought up the memory, one of his /favorites/ from the time they'd spent together on tour. he thought of how he'd made her cum with just his fingers so she'd be hot and wet around him when he finally gave in and fucked her, the way she'd kept telling him 'harder' when he squeezed his hand around her throat, how even that had hardly been enough to quiet down how loud and desperate she'd been when crying out his name, and all of it was enough to leave him rock hard in his own grip and just wishing he had her there with him /now/. "knowing other people could see us was one of the best parts." he admitted filthily despite them ultimately having been caught thanks to him having that mindset, "i'd eat that pretty pussy from behind until you were /begging/ me to fuck you." the words rolled off his tongue so naturally, "tease you with my fingers, make you ride those first.." he rubbed slow circles over the head of his own dick, collecting precum, using it for lube while he stroked himself. "then i'd have you ride my fucking face... god, i miss the way you /taste/, so fucking *sweet*.." he groaned, his mental image of what she looked like right then becoming even more vivid.

NIALL: ik, my manners are impeccable.

NIALL: that's it, i'm round. don't have to ask me twice. c u tomorrow!

CINDY: they really are and i think everyone should learn from you

Justin: Well have you listened to the new album?

NIALL: survey say yes

NIALL: and niall says get it in my belly!!

NIALL: pls and thx

CINDY: well i appreciate you saying pls

HARRY: was sure that even the position he was imagining her in likely wasn't doing her justice for how gorgeous she truly was right then; for the sake of his own fantasizing, he had to confirm they were succumbing to their shared need in exactly the same way. "yeah?" he demanded of her, his tone not unlike the one he typically used on her when they were physically together, while he was being /relentless/ and she was telling him how good it was, pleading with him him not to stop. "you playing with yourself while you think about it?" he slowly stroked his own cock to life as he asked her, though the familiar shakiness in her breathing was already giving her away to him, he knew the answer. "naughty girl..." he playfully shamed her, his tone low and gruff, "I bet you're so fucking *wet* already, jus' thinking about it." he *loved* to tease cindy for how easy it was to get her dripping with need even with minimal to no contact, the sound of each other's voices always enough to work wonders on ach other. "what would /I/ do?" he repeated her question back to her tauntingly, fully erect in his own grip now "D'pull you up out of the water and fuck you against the edge of the hot tub... same as I *would have* done that night if we hadn't been /caught/." he reminded her with a dark note of laughter, touching on what'd stopped them the last time they were actually staying at a hotel together to let a scenario so close to this play out.

Justin: Are you not a fan of that song?

Justin: Did you just break my heart?

Cindy: it wasn't your masterpiece...that's for sure

HARRY: waited in anticipation and impatience as Cindy sent him an *exclusive* photo as promised, uninhibited about letting the soft groan slip out of him at the simple sight of it when it arrived on his end of their iMessage conversation for keeps, saving it to his camera roll. she looked so fucking /delectable/ he could hardly stand it, and he knew based on the way she sounded that she knew exactly what she was doing to him, "I'd /like/ to be fucking *devouring you*." he had no shame about telling her of his current appetite for her, "what do *you* want to be doing right now?" he challenged, the hand he wasn't holding his phone in now wrapped around the base of his own cock.

HARRY: loved hearing the implication in cindy's words, confirming to him that she truly missed him in the same exact same carnal way that he missed her. "oh?" he mused lowly when she teased him by telling him about what a talented photographer she'd had (something he'd gathered in his own right, given how taken he'd been by the pictures posted), his tongue tracing over his lips and pressing into the corner of his mouth as she added that the 'best' photos hadn't been posted publicly. "well you know i always appreciate an /exclusive/ look, if you're in a *generous* mood." he told her, shamelessly referencing the sort of photos they'd shared with one another during past bouts of distance. "m'just /relaxing/ at home." he insisted, the smirk he was wearing obvious in the way he spoke, the way he reached down to adjust himself while he said it even further offsetting the casual innocence in his words.