You got me feeling //all// sorts of things with your concert vibes. I'm especially stuck on the idea of a Pink Floyd/Roger Waters concert with Harry, like either showing up just a touch high or getting high there, and being plastered to each other the whole goddamn time while the music just destroys you. GOD. And leaving the concert with your ears ringing and your brain melted unable to keep your hands off of each other as you're coming down from your high...damn i want that.
And climbing into the car that’s come to collect you from the venue and you’ll still singing along to the songs you heard that night, humming gently. When he ducks his face into your neck, he’ll start peppering kisses up your jawline, licking and pecking soft kisses to your skin before singing against your lips and kissing you passionately. And you can smell and taste the cheap beer in his breath and on his tongue and he’s got bleary eyes as he comes down from his high, euphoric state and his hands are fumbling around your body and they’re more eager than ever to get your clothes off so he can touch your skin.
“Gon’a fuck you so hard when we get home, baby. Nice ‘n deep ‘n hard. Right inside yeh.”
Holy hell. PLEASE. xx