harry doesn't regret it. he repeats, he does not regret going home with matthew in any way, shape or form. because right now, his body is responding a little too positively to the things being done to it at this very moment. at first, he wasn't so sure about going through with this once he learned that matthew was one of zayn's fraternity brothers, but he thought about it and realized that it really shouldn't matter.
zayn gets to screw around with whomever he pleases on a daily basis, so what if harry just so happens to fuck one of his roommates by chance? was that necessarily a bad thing? maybe for matthew because he actually has to live here with him, but not on harry's part because he is a single man and he can do whatever he wants, fuck whoever he wants—when he wants.
and it's not like he purposely went after someone close to zayn, so it's not like he's doing it in spite of him—but he definitely thinks that it's a bonus and it may or may not be enough to tick zayn off if he happens to find out about it. not that it mattered, because once again, they were not together, harry is not his visa versa.
zayn couldn't really be mad about it anyway if he happens to catch wind of it. plus, it's not like he can go back now, not when matthew's dick is buried balls deep in the brunette, driving his hips at a wonderful speed, drawing sinful sounds from harry. thankfully the house was empty like matt promised, otherwise everyone could've heard him.
harry's always been heavily vocal during sex, never wanting to hold back letting his partners know how he was feeling—and this was no different. good sex was good sex, and this man definitely knew what he was doing, he wouldn't deny that. he has both his hands planted on the underside of harry's thighs, holding his legs up and open as he thrusted into him.
harry's moans echoed through the room as the headboard rocked against the wall with every inward push. harry fists at the cushion underneath his head, mouth hung open and eyes shut-fluttering open every now and then as pleasure overtook his mind and body. matt started to reduce the speed in his thrusts that way he could increase the power behind them, plunging into him harder. harry's fingers twist into the pillow as he throws his head back and releases sharp moan.
"hahh f-fuck, that feels so good." harry groans. matthew bites his lip harshly, digging his fingers into the flesh of harry's plump thighs. he is pulls halfway out before snapping his hips forward, jabbing right at the bundle of sensitive nerves within the brunette beneath him, repeating the action over and over. harry cries out.
"yeah? you like it hard like this?" matt grunts, continuing to drive his hips forward, giving particularly hard thrusts but keeping it at a balanced pace. harry nods his head madly-feeling shove waves of pleasure glide through him, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
"fuck yes, keep going." harry whines in a pleading tone. matthew chuckles deeply, grounding his hips slightly.
"didn't plan on stopping." he says, ever so slightly speeding up the pace, but still keeping his thrusts hard and firm in a way that sends tremors up harry's back and down his legs. he's nearly at the edge, the dull feeling in the pit of his stomach and the tip of his cock throbbing and tingling. and it only gets better when matt changes the position slightly, no longer holding him by the thighs, but now holding his legs open by his ankles. he grinds and rolls his hips a few good times before pounding into harry at a different angle, making his knees buckle.
"shit, oh my god." harry hisses, curling his toes. matthew keeps thrusting against that same spot, knowing that's exactly where harry wanted or more like, needed him to be. the brunette's hole was constricting down tightly around his cock he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off his own orgasm, he felt like was about to burst with how tightly harry gripped him. a pitiful whimper falls from his mouth, "god you're gonna make me cum, go faster."
matt speeds up as requested and harry throws his head back into the pillow, back arching as the other man pounds into, skin smacking together loud and relentless as they felt their orgasms building within one another. harry's moans changed pitches (and in volume) as he grew nearer to the edge, his fingers arching as he clutched them so tightly against the pillow.
with just a few more deep, fast thrusts, a wave rushes over him as he hits his peak—cumming all over his stomach as his body trembled uncontrollable from the shock waves. matthew follow quickly after, a string of swear falling from his mouth as he shots his load into the condom, fucking into harry a few more rounds to ride out their orgasms unt his hips finally still involuntarily.
both man pant heavily, taking a few moments to come down from their highs before the dark haired man on top pulls out and slips off the used condom and discards it. then he falls down beside harry, on his stomach. harry is staring up at the ceiling, breathing shallowly.
"are you an angel?" he asks suddenly. matthew laughs loudly, furrowing his eyebrows in amusement.
"not exactly, why?" harry turns to look at him, cheeks reddening at how stupid that question actually sounded coming out of his mouth.
"because you're like super hot, and have good dick, okay?" harry admits. matt grins.
"zayn isn't the only attractive one here who knows how to also satisfy in the bedroom, you know." he replies. harry scoffs, grimacing.
"ugh, please don't bring him up. i was having a good night." he says. matthew chuckles.
"oh, i'm sorry, i didn't know you two were not on good terms."
"it's not that, it's just, uh.."
"complicated?" matthew asks. harry shrugs. he's not even sure himself—it's not like zayn knows there's a problem at all. it's just harry who has a problem, and well, he really shouldn't given the circumstances, but damn it, he does. and he's not gonna just ignore it because of this stupid little arrangement they have. everything is just all stupid.
"anyways, enough about him. what about me?"
"you?" matthew questions in confusion. harry nods.
"yeah, do you want me to leave or-" harry asks, ready to possibly be kicked out.
"i mean, if you want to, but i wasn't going to make you leave if that's what you're implying." he says. harry makes big puppy eyes.
"you really are an angel." he says. matthew laughs, before sitting up and brushing a hand through his hair.
"if that's what you wanna call it, but i'm just being a proper gentleman." he tells him as he climbs out of the bed to go grab something. when he comes back, harry realizes it's a wet wipe. matthew casually starts cleaning harry up, wiping the nearly dried up cum from his stomach and cleaning himself up as well.
"that's the second time tonight, you've cleaned me up. this could be a new hobby for you." harry jokes. matt smirks.
"if that your way of saying you'd like for us to this again?" he asks, tossing the wipes into the bin. harry bites his lip and shrugs.
"maybe, maybe not." he replies. matt chuckles, before leaning in closer to him, brushing their lips together. harry's eyes flutter shut as the other male presses their lips together firmly, kissing him somewhat heated. they kiss slowly like this for a while, until matthew pushes his tongue past harry's lips and grazes it against his. the brunette moans softly, accepting him and returning the favor.
