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Harry: Your hands glided smoothly over the contours of his back, down to his hips and back up to his broad shoulders. “Feel good?” You asked, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He responded with a noise that sounded like a cross between a moan and a purr. You leaned down over him, his head turned to the side so you had access to his mouth, your lips locking on his. “That feels better.” He mumbled against your lips, maneuvering a little so that he was lying on his back, an erotic massage turning into so much more.
Louis: Touch. Louis was so sensitive to your hands on him, taking care of him after a long day. You always knew when he needed it, his muscles relaxing under your hands and the crease that pulled together at his brow disappearing slowly as you worked over him. He moaned in satisfaction, that touch giving him sensations that he only experienced with you, his voice low, filled with utter satisfaction as he groaned, turning over so that you were straddled over him, where you could feel him. “I’m feeling a little tense somewhere else.” His hips flexed upward so you knew exactly what he meant, your hands moving beneath you to continue the gentle massage you knew would turn his day around.
Niall: His hands trailed over every part of your naked body. You knew this could have been a simple massage but it was so much more. Fingertips skimmed your neck and shoulders down to your breasts, light squeezes sending an aching through your core. Your eyes were closed but you knew he’d be smirking, knowing the effect he had on your body. He worked in small circles down your stomach until he reached your thighs, pulling them apart, revealing your glisten, hands working at the inner parts of your legs, further upward until he reached your center, massaging you from the inside out, knowing exactly where to touch, where to caress, exactly how to capture your body.
Liam: You’d been at the computer all day, your fingers typing away as you worked to finish your paper. You felt you were at a stopping point but still two pages behind, your fingers digging into your hair, wanting to bang your head against the wall. You felt two hands on your shoulders, Liam coming to knead away your stress. “How much more do you have?” He whispered into your ear, leaning further down so that his lips met your neck. “Two whole pages.” You sighed, crossing your arms and burying your face into them. You heard a small laugh behind you, Liam’s hands moving down so that they worked at your sides and back before picking you up and carrying you to bed. “Well then I think it’s time for a little break.” He chuckled, pulling you to him for some much needed stress relief.
Zayn: “Relax.” Zayn had been taking notice of your tension all night, the rolling of your shoulders and the turning of your head from side to side, attempting to relieve some of the stress you were feeling. “Come here.” His voice was soft as he took your hand, guiding you to your bedroom. You lie flat on your stomach, his hands reaching to lift off your shirt, fingers tracing over your back, moving to your shoulders, digging into your skin at just the right pressure. You moan into your pillow, the sound the source of his arousal along with the feeling of your skin against his, beneath him. “Turn over.” He whispers, hands running down your chest as he views your front until he reaches your pants, pulling them down over your legs, his fingers and now his lips working to relieve you off all the tension you feel throughout your body.