"Ready to have some fun baby?"
You smile, tilting your head and raising a brow when he meets your body; bag in hand of some edibles. "The guy does 'em in a way that we jus' eat some chocolate...cool right?" You nod slowly, watching as his ring-clad hands began fumbling with the ziplock bag. He got the bag open and handed you one, taking one out for himself and throwing the ziplock on the table. You couldn't believe it honestly, all that shit your colleague talked about now just ringing in your brain so fucking hard—ping, ping, ping. "I'll get Floyd going in a bit, interview me some more." He cheered, smiling with a wink as he sat down across from you. You took a bite and so did he, eye contact remaining like the smell of sex in the air.
"Do you smoke pot?" He hums, scrunching his brows while you take another bite. "I mean sometimes, but jus' makes me tired." You nod, "Anything else?" he laughs at your smirk, taking a bite of his own edible. "Well, some stuff, but mainly shrooms." You nod, biting your last bite with a smile. "Are ya' from here?" You giggle and he raises his brows, "Wha'?" you tilt your head, "Are you from here...mate." He gasps softly, "Such a little fucker, and obviously not." He waits for a second, meeting your eyes with a smile. "Favorite position." You smile, licking your lips with a pondering gaze—charming really is one of the best words to describe him and you like charms. You hum, "Whatever gets your cock deep and hard."
He chokes...on air. He loves it and you flash him an alluring smile that was enough to make him want to crawl under the table and eat you out; the mushrooms were the appetizer and you were dinner, and dessert. "But, my cock's big so we don't have to worry 'bout it." You nod, "Right, right." Neither of you could really wait for the magic to kick in, even if there was so much magic in the air you swore it was Halloween—and he could've mistaken you for a witch, yet he was the one throwing charms in the air.
"Harry."
"Yes baby." He smirks, the words dripping off his tongue with magic—could've been from the shrooms, but either way, it caused you to take in a shaky breath. You were practically smitten at how quick he responded, it was foreplay and it felt like heaven.
You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "I wanna taste you." You giggled softly and he smirked, "Please...mushrooms make me thirsty." You snorted a laugh, "Fuck Harry." you pause, meeting his eyes, "Didn't you uh, say you bit the tip of your tongue off on shrooms?" He nods and you push your hair behind your ear, "Yeah, I did..." he pauses and you smile, but your jaw hits the floor when he sticks his tongue out, smirking behind it. You hum, "Nice tongue." he nods, smiling greatly as he furrowed his brows, "Thank you, wanna meet it." You get off the chair, your tits out from his kimono he told you to wear; he gulps, watching you walk over to his stereo. His mouth absentmindedly hangs open, his eyes trail over you and your tilted head as you looked for Meddle.
"Harry."
"Yes baby." You smiled, his words quick again. You ran your fingers over his vinyls, making a soft gasp when you found Meddle. "Never mind." He laughed softly, as you pulled the vinyl out and looked over at him. He had his arms hanging off the armrests and his head just ever so slightly tilted. "You hungry?" He smiled and you raised a brow, "Yeah, m'hungry." His voice was deep and you nodded, placing the vinyl where it would sit for hours. You turned it up a few more, not wanting your moans to get lost in the "background music", even if they would accompany it well. You turned your body and ran your hands down the opening of the kimono. He clenched his jaw as you sat on the back of his couch, "So would you like dinner served on the couch..." you wave your hand over the couch as he smiles, "or in bed?"
He furrows his brows and you raise one, smirking as he got off the chair. You opened your mouth slightly just as he approached you—the two of you somehow managed to forget the mushrooms swimming through your bodies as it neared ten minutes. His hands ran down the opening of the kimono, opening it a bit more so your entire chest was hitting his gaze. He hums, licking his lips as your hands grab his, "M'thinking...let me taste ya' right now and then m'gonna lift you up and take you to my bed and fuck you." You nod softly as you lead his hands to the band of your underwear, his fingers dip into the top band as you chew on your bottom lip. His hands roughly pull your underwear down, kneeling as he does so. Your hands grip the edge of the couch as he lifts your one leg, placing it on his bare shoulder.
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He leaves a kiss on your inner thigh as One of These Days begins picking up, the drums being hit just like his tongue hit your skin. You threw your head back as he got closer to your bud, leaving wet kisses in anticipation. He smiled when your one hand left the couch and went into his hair. He looked up at you, running his hand up your chest and massaging your breast ever so slightly. A soft moan left your lips as he smirked, moving to meet your bud. "Fuck." You whimpered when you felt his tongue, his smirk turning smug as the music neared its 3-minute mark. He pulled you closer and swirled his tongue, making you gasp, applying pressure as the music applied pressure to the speakers. "Harry, shit." You gasped again when he began sucking on your bud, "Fuck..." You panted and he moved his tongue down to where the ghost of his cock was roaming.
You threw out a whimpering moan, your heart pounding in your chest as he gripped your side. "Yes, Harry, fuck." You looked down at him, tugging on his hair as the song was nearing your favorite part unbeknownst to you it was his too. "Jesus Harry..." He was literally going in, moving his tongue all over you, sucking on your bud, and making your knees weak.
You began to lean back, your tits out as he looks up, smirking into you. "Fuck Harry, don't stop, fuck." You throw another moan into the air as he sucks on your bud and the music fills your ears, "Harry." You whine and he can feel your body wanting to fall back completely. "That's so good baby." You groan at the end, gasping a loud one as your hand loses grip on the couch. He comes off of you, letting a whine leave your lips. "Hold on baby, fuck." He lets out a breath and wraps his arms around your waist quickly, your giggle being cut off by your teeth pulling at your bottom lip. It was hot, how quick and rough he was picking you up. He walked you over to the couch and dropped you down just as he laid down.
He bobbed his head, shutting his eyes at your favorite part hit. You giggled but fuck it was so hot, his hair moving and his lips wet from you and the eargasm from Floyd. He leaned back down, smiling a smug one as he met your bud again. He pulled you close as your hand tugged on his hair with a moan. "Fuck baby..." You arch your back with another moan, he had gotten you so close in a matter of minutes and it was utterly baffling. And you hit the twenty-minute mark of magic, the mushrooms brewing their hit in ten minutes or so. "yes." You gasped and he reached up and grabbed your hand, intertwining as your other was intertwining with his hair. "God you're so good, fuck, that's..." You choked on a moan, throwing your head back in one. "Harry." You moaned loudly and he came off, rubbing his fingers over your bud. "Say m'name again, jus' like tha', fuck baby. Taste so fucking good."
You giggled softly, moaning as he went back to your bud and you got louder just as One of These Days hit its peak. "Harry." You moaned, "Oh fuck Harry." he smirks, moaning into you—the smug little fuck literally hard at the sounds of you.
"Harry." You gasped, arching your back and gripping his hair tighter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cried out in bliss as the song changed to A Pillow of Winds. You groaned, "Fuck, I love this song." And he smiled into you, but he couldn't stop his chuckle, coming off to look up at you. "Fucking love the song ya' making." You looked down at him, dazed eyes as he jerked his head with a smirk. "Harry, I wanna come." He leans down and kisses your thigh, "Ya' wanna come baby?" you hum, "Yeah, Harry, I wanna come baby." He licks over your thigh, dancing his tongue in a circle like he's been doing on your bud. "Please." You whimper and he bites softly into your skin, "Didn't have to beg baby, but since ya' did...might as well." You moaned just as "The seasons change, the wind is warm." Flew out of the speakers beautifully, your head moving softly just as his did.
He went slow, circling his tongue over your bud as you let out a long moan, his name falling into it. He had you so close and he knew it, he literally had you wrapped around his finger. "Oh fuck Harry," You whine, gasping towards the end when he picks up the pace and goes faster. "Shit, that's...fuck, so good." You moan loudly, as he sucks on your bud and gets you right there. "Fuck yes, fuck." You cry out when you feel your orgasm hit, he moans into you as you moan into the air, "Harry." You cry out and give him another delicious moan, one that fueled him to keep going—even if he hadn't planned on stopping. You cried out in another moan as your orgasm was riding out and coming down.
