Harry uses a cock ring.
Harry has never been in a position like this.
He’s just checked the mail, eyeing a bulky package in particular and setting the random assortment of bills and neighborhood watches on the dining room table. He knows what’s in the big package, and he feels giddy yet anxious, keeping him from opening it for half an hour until he builds up the courage and tears away at the paper.
It’s a cock ring.
He ordered it last week, a bit hesitant at first but wanting to try it out for Y/N. Sometimes her ADHD makes her distracted — even during sex — so he cums way before she does, and he feels like a proper tool every time. He hopes using the cock ring will help him edge longer to help get her off before him.
He doesn’t even bother going to the bedroom and trying it on in there. No, he pulls down his pants and boxers right in the middle of the dining room, slides the ring onto his cock and lurches forward as his breathing sputters in his chest. The cool metal excites him, plumping him up to half mast to sport a semi, and he starts palming himself to become fully hard.
He must look silly: standing in the middle of a room that’s designed for eating, his pants and underwear around his ankles, and his hand on his cock, but he doesn’t care. It’s his home, and he can do whatever he wants in it. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t act a little bashful when Y/N skips through the front door and stops in her tracks at the sight.
“Having fun without me?” A smile grows on her face as she makes her way over to him, kissing the corner of his mouth and resting her hands on his chest. “What’s that?”, she asks as she looks down.
“A ring for my cock.” Despite having a conversation with her, his hand never stops on himself. He keeps pumping his thick shaft, feeling the vein rub against his palm and knuckles and he shivers. “To help me last longer… for you.”
Y/N’s eyes widen, wrapping her arms around his neck and puffing her lips out in an adoring fashion. “You’re so sweet!” She pecks his nose and rubs hers against his afterward. “But you didn’t have to do this, bubby. I don’t mind that you cum before me.”
“But I do.” He huffs, breathing through his nose and working his hand faster (although he’s already completely hard). “I want to get you off first. It shouldn’t always be me.”
“S’not your fault, though, honey. I just get distracted a lot; doesn’t mean you’re not amazing or have low stamina.” She plays with his hair while speaking, become entranced by how pretty and fluffy it looks today and realizing she didn’t hear what he just said. “What?” She slaps her forehead. “See! I can’t help it.”
“Don’t blame yourself, baby.” With his free hand, he squeezes her waist, his drippy cockhead brushing against the fabric of her shirt every so often, and he chokes on a breath, feeling overly stimulated. “It’s something that I need to adapt to as well. That’s why I bought this, yeah? I wanna fuck you longer.” He lets go of his cock — not without a whine from deep in his throat — and plucks her jeans down to her ankles, helping her step out of them, and sets her down on the dining room table.
“Harry, we eat here!” She clings to his shirt, her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist and her bare sex on his lower belly, feeling the little coarse curls against her clit that’s swelling by the second.
“What if I wanna eat something else?” He wriggles his eyebrow at her in a silly fashion, making her stifle a giggle.
“Well, you’ve made me too horny for foreplay now.” She hops off the table, confusing Harry a tad until she bends her back and flattens her front across the table’s surface. “Fuck me, please. Let’s see if that ring really works.” She lifts herself on her hands, smirking at him over her shoulder and Harry grabs himself at the base, ready to take her.
He’s proper dripping for her. Even when he doesn’t hold himself at an angle, his cock points upward, the vein running up his shaft looking like it’s about to pop any second, and the first quarter of his shaft at the top is a reddish-purple, emphasizing how hard he is and how badly he needs to cum. He’s leaking generous amounts of precum, smearing it all across her ass, and she whines about how she wishes she could see him do that to her. He takes a minute to admire how hard he is — thinking it’s the hardest he’s ever been in all his adult days — and feels an urge to fuck her when she starts rotating her ass in a slow circle, teasing him further. He wastes time no more, plunging into her wet heat and hearing the first gasp escape her lips, spurring him on further until he’s balls deep, the ring right against her ass. He wonders how it feels for her; if she can feel the coolness of it, or if all his body heat has consumed it and it just feels like burning metal against her skin. The thought makes him shiver, pulling out and pushing back in with vigor, his hands on her hips so he can really begin to hammer away at her like he’s been wanting to.
Her fingers twitch on the table, Harry knowing she must be wishing for a pillow or the sheets to cling on to as she usually does when he’s stuffing her full with his cock, and the fact that she has nothing to hold on to makes him swell even further inside her. He grits his teeth, breathing little huffs through his nose and his grip on her hips tightens, using it to his advantage and grabbing one of her thighs to throw onto the table. This new angle makes Y/N squeal, feeling Harry deeper inside of her pussy, and it only turns her on more when he begins yanking her hair in one hand, bringing her ear to his mouth.
“How’s it feel? You like it?” His own dirty words encourage him as well, proper dicking into her at a marvelously fast pace and she cups her mouth with her hand to silence any sounds coming out. “No, no. You’re gonna answer me.”
Whenever Y/N’s close, she can feel her stomach coiling tightly — almost too tightly — and her toes clench together. Right now, she’s feeling all of that multiplied times one hundred.
“I love it.” She whimpers out a shaky breath, letting the pure euphoria she’s experiencing rack her whole body and send her over the edge. “Gonna make me cum.”
“Yeah?” He nips at her jaw, pounding into her now and the slaps of their skin can be heard throughout the whole house, they think. “Gonna cum so I can cum?”
She nods with a high-pitched moan, seeing stars as she lets go and arches her back, her nipples hardening and thighs clenching and everything just feels so fucking good. She spasms around his cock, wondering for a split second if the force of her pussy clenching his dick hurts him but is proven wrong when he groans deeply into her ear, shooting his cum from his tip and filling her to the hilt. He cums directly after her, maybe by a second or two, and he’s never been prouder. All he wanted was to make her cum first instead of him, rather than having to pull out and rub her little clit raw, and he’s just experienced it and it’s wonderful. Seeing her lose control (at least from the back) was enough to send him over the edge and fill her with his sticky, warm cum. He smiles as he rests his forehead against her shoulder, pulling out and watching his cum leak out of her pretty, freshly fucked hole. He presses on her lower back, urging her to lay back down on her front, and he gets down on his knees. He spreads her apart with his hands, kneading her cheeks for a moment and licking right up her slit, collecting his cum onto his tongue. Y/N wails and whimpers, standing up on her tip-toes from the sensitivity of it all and reaches around to tangle her fingers in his messy curls. The act of cleaning her makes Harry hard again, wrapping his hand around his stiffening, wet cock and pumping it while he licks her out. His thighs widen further, groaning into her cunt and sending the vibrations to her clit, knowing the scene must look filthy; Harry on his knees, his thighs spread and fisting his glistening cock as he tongue fucks his girlfriend to clean her of his cum he’s just shot into her. Once he’s all done, he stands back up, turning her around to face him and kisses her right on her plushy lips, letting her taste herself (and him). She takes a peak down at his aching cock, watching it bob every which way and leak a strand of cum and new precum from the spongy tip.
“That thing keeps you hard? Holy shit!” She takes him in her hand, stroking him and earning her a shaky breath from Harry.
“You keep me hard.” He picks her up, letting his dick rest between their two bodies as he carries her to their bedroom. “You up for round two?”
“I’m always up for your cock”, she brings her lips to his ear, “Daddy.”
Harry might have to make it three rounds.