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Thirty One

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I wake up in Harry's arms and look up to find him still asleep, lips slightly parted and evenly breathing in and out. I grab my glasses from the bedside table where I remember placing them before grabbing towels for our eventful shower last night. I check the time on my phone and see it's only half 8 but I also see a few text messages from my mum and Niall. Both messages start off the same, congratulating me with Harry's birthday and to have a nice day in Liverpool but Niall has also added " Don't forget the birthday blowjob!" with an emoji sticking out his tongue and one with a winky face.

I contemplate the idea and remember the things I have read online about the whole 'early bird gets the worm' thing. I sigh nervously and decide that I'll have to do it at some point. I crawl under the duvet and place myself in between Harry's legs while pushing them apart a tad more. I grab his soft cock with one hand and slowly start pumping it, I pull the covers back a little to see Harry's lips have curled up into a small smile. I rub his thigh with one hand while the other works on his slowly hardening member.

I lick my lips and kitten lick the head, swirling my tongue around the tip and slowly taking him in my mouth. I gag a little when I've gone down too far and pull back off. Harry is still asleep but I can see a distressed look on his face, eyebrows scrunched and his lips parted more than earlier. I take his hardening cock into my mouth and start bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks, my left hand massaging his balls until he's fully hard.

Harry's cock is large and there's no way I'm able to fit the entire thing into my mouth so my hands work the part my mouth can't reach. I can hear Harry's heavy breathing, "wha-" Harry starts but the word is cut off by a moan as I lick a fat stripe from the base to his tip and start to taste the pre-cum that had formed there. "Fuck Lou!" Harry moans and my finger travels up towards his face. I place my finger on his lips to silence him but instead, he starts kissing and licking my finger eagerly.

I let my hand travel down to his chest as I take him into my mouth again and immediately start bobbing my head. My fingers find one of his nipples and start playing with the hard knob as I feel Harry placing his hand on my head, slowly pushing my head down. My hand travels down his stomach and I scrape my nails against the skin, leaving small marks that will disappear within minutes and I place my hand around my own throbbing cock, desperate for some friction.

Once I start pumping my own length I moan around Harry's cock. "S-so c-close" Harry moans with his head thrown back into the pillow, slightly pulling my hair. It might be a kink for him but I'm not thoroughly enjoying it and I pull off with an obscene pop. I crawl up, licking Harry's happy trail, around his navel and up to his chest so I can peck his lips. I thrust forward, having our cocks slide together and place my hand in between our bodies, trying to grip both our cocks but my hands are too small.

Harry must have noticed this because he moves his large hands downwards and rests one on my arse where he starts kneading the flesh and I can feel the other one wrapped around both of our dicks where he takes over the pumping. We both moan loudly and I can feel the familiar pressure building up. It only takes a minute or so until we're both spilling all over our abdomen as well as Harry's hand and I let myself fall down on Harry, unable to support my bodyweight any longer. "That was a nice wake-up," Harry says as he places a kiss on my sweaty forehead. "Happy birthday" I reply kissing his chest.

We lay like this for a while, chests heaving and I can't help but think it was rather enjoyable and Harry seemed to really like it too. It's something I often do; scaring myself out of doing something when in the end it was no big deal. I smile to myself, proud that I crossed that bridge and I'm just so happy that I met Harry. Sadly the only person I can thank for it is my father, if he never left us I would still be in Doncaster at the expensive university and probably dating one of those snobby girls wearing high heels, tiny skirts and way too much make-up.