A/N: I would like to thank @alrightpetal for consistently reassuring and validating my ideas, @stylessemantics for talking me off the ledge when I was frustrated, and @aqua-harry for saving this one shot by helping me replace the phrase “suctioned to his face”. This is a follow up to Birthday Bows.
“A Valen-tini,” the bartender said, setting the hot pink drink on a cocktail napkin in front of you at the bar. You smiled in thanks and reached for the drink. You had wanted to wait until Harry arrived and get drinks together, but he’d sent a text forty minutes ago saying traffic was bad leaving the airport and he wasn’t sure when he’d make it to the hotel.
What a great Valentine’s Day.
Your workload had been rough on you lately, and it was always hard getting back into the swing of things when Harry first left for tour. The only thing you had been looking forward to all week was being with him once more, and now you were being made to wait longer.
The last two weeks had been a whirlwind. It’d gone from being with Harry—in many different places and positions—every day to suddenly being on your own. The stark juxtaposition of the days before Harry left and the last few days alone had you—and your body—reeling.
You had never had more sex than in the week following Harry’s birthday. Gifting Harry with the collar and lead had reinvigorated something rendering the both of you unable to keep your hands off each other. It was reminiscent of the first few months of your relationship, except there was no awkward learning of bodies or hasty hands fumbling caresses; no, you knew just how to touch each other. You knew that if you suckled Harry’s bottom lip and let the edges of your teeth barely nibble he’d growl and grip whatever part of your body occupied his hands at the moment tighter to pull you closer to him. He knew that if he caressed your breasts, traced the soft curve of them with his fingertips, kneaded and cupped the supple tissue, but was careful to avoid your nipples, you’d inevitably grow so impatient you’d grab him by the wrists and force him to pinch and roll them between his fingers.
This was much more dangerous than being lustful strangers; you were both equipped with the knowledge to drive the other wild and were determined to test limits.