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Harry is big. Everybody knows this. Partway through twenty-twelve he’d hit his final growth spurt and shot up like a weed, towering over the other boys and everyone really, but especially Niall and Louis. It was a topic of conversation between the two of them—their irritation at being the smallest ones in the group. But whereas Louis fought back and won against anyone trying to use their size over him (cough, Liam, cough), Niall was not so lucky. His menacing face isn’t too menacing at all, and he’s surprisingly easy to lift up from behind (again, Liam, what the fuck).
But no one really understands the size difference between himself and Harry better than Niall does. It becomes extremely noticeable to everyone else when they do that handprint thing for the boulevard in Paris. Everyone presses their hands into the cement, and when it’s done they all crowd around to look at it.
“Look,” Louis says excitedly, fitting his hand into Harry’s handprint. “It’s the same!!”
“What? Try mine,” Liam says in disbelief. Niall also watches, astonished, as Louis fits his hand into every single print and discovers that the only one slightly longer than his is Zayn’s.
Niall budges him out of the way. “This has gotta be a trick. No way your tiny hands are bigger than mine.” He goes through the same motions. Every single one of the boy’s handprints are larger than his, and for some completely illogical reason, Harry’s seems to absolutely swallow his.
“This isn’t right. If all your hands are the same size, why does mine look so much smaller in comparison to Harry’s?”
Everyone else just shrugs, clearly not perplexed. However, it is great material for Louis to hold over Niall’s head that he actually is the tiniest, daintiest member of One Direction.
“‘M not dainty ,” Niall grumbles. “I’m compact. Robust.”
“Sure thing Nialler,” Harry teases warmly, curling an arm around Niall’s back and patting his waist. His palm completely covers Niall’s side from his ribs to his hip, burning hotly through his shirt. Harry winks at him, and Niall flushes.
Okay, so Niall is even more aware of the size difference between himself and Harry than most people know. “Shut it, Harold. Not the time or place.” Not the time or place to get a fucking stiffy, that is. He watches Harry step away, shaking his massive hand through his hair and tossing it back, sliding sunglasses onto his face.
Niall perches his own sunglasses onto his nose, and the band leaves the building to the flashing of camera lights.
It seems that everyone’s on the ‘tease Niall about his size’ train that night, even their stylists. When he picks out a pair of jeans to wear on stage, Caroline stops him with an “oh no dear, those would be too big for you. They’re Harry’s.”
Niall huffs and takes the smaller pair she hands him.
When he sits in Lou’s chair to get his hair touched up, she has to raise the seat high enough to not bend over to get to his head. Niall only has one guess as to who was sitting there before him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Harry is doing it on purpose, trying to get a rise out of him because he knows, he knows how much Niall likes the difference in the size of their bodies when they’re alone. He loves to see the way Harry’s hand envelops his, how the length of his legs and the breadth of his shoulders all overtake Niall’s.
It’s fucking hot, the way Harry can manhandle him the way he wants. Put him into positions he never thought possible. Hold him down.
Niall jumps when a hand touches his leg, getting a face full of hairspray for it. Lou chastises him and he has to duck from her swatting hands, glancing around for the culprit.
Harry is sitting curled as small as he can make himself under the desk of the makeup table. He smiles wide up at Niall when he spots him, teeth flashing white. “Harry? How long have you been down there?”
Harry’s fingers tap at his knee. Lou throws her hands up in the air with an ‘I guess you’re done Horan,’ and stalks off to find Louis. Niall hunches down to look at Harry, eyebrow lifted.
“Long enough to watch you get hard in those sinfully tight trousers. What are you thinking about?” His green eyes flick to Niall’s crotch, which indeed has an embarrassing bulge. He subtly shifts his hand to cover it.
“Nothing.”
Harry sighs, shrugging his shoulders. He unfurls himself from below the table, placing his hands on either armrest of Niall’s chair and leaning forward, causing the blonde to lean back and look up at his face. “I’ll find out later,” Harry whispers huskily. Niall gulps.
Then Harry is gone too, leaving Niall with an awkward bulge in his pants and pink cheeks as he shakes his head, willing his hard-on to go away.
The teasing from the brunette stops ominously for the concert. Niall is so on edge waiting for an attack from Harry, that he’s surprised by Liam running past and nabbing him straight in the balls. He bunches over a bit, his cock smarting from the blow. But he doesn’t have long to recover before Louis is reaching around him to twist his nipple.
“Hey!” Niall snipes, really not in the mood for this now. Louis’ eyebrows raise as he runs back across the stage. Niall shakes his head, rubbing at his chest. He just wants to get off this stage and to the hotel where a bed with Harry in it will be waiting for him.
He powers through the rest of the set, thrown into an uncharacteristically cloudy mood. He’s not sure why the double attack left him so pissed, because he’s usually up for those kinds of antics, a real good sport. It must be the sexual frustration, because Harry has been avoiding him all night. That’s probably also what threw him into a grumbly mood.
They all walk off stage together after the final bows, and Niall heads straight for the dressing room to change into more comfortable clothes. He hears someone come in, stepping up behind him and getting ready to go in for the tackle.
“Please, not right nowoahhh!” The sound is startled out of him by a large hand spread across the small of his back, shoving him forward until he sprawls across the ugly velvet green couch. Harry. Niall sighs, already pleased by the weight of Harry’s hand holding him down against the cushions. His hand spreads across the entire width of the smallest part of Niall back, his pinky and thumb diggin in to either side. Niall trembles.
Harry’s weight shifts on top of him as the brunette leans down to level his mouth with Niall’s ear. “I know you want it. I know you’ve been thinking about it. Get changed and we’ll go take care of it.” He signs his promise with the press of his crotch against Niall’s arse, the hard length of him noticeable even through all the layers between. Niall sucks in a breath, nodding carefully.
Harry steps back, helping Niall to his feet. He watches Niall get changed into joggers and one of Harry’s worn t-shirts. He swims in it. “You look so tiny in that,” Harry throws out deliberately, eyes shining. Niall’s breath shudders out of his lungs. He has to tilt his head to look up at Harry’s face when they’re standing this close, slipping his own hands under Harry’s shirt to rub all over the hot skin there. He feels the muscles of Harry’s stomach pull tight under his touch.
“Gonna do it? That thing that I like?”
“Mhmmm,” Harry hums, wrapping Niall up and lifting him, spinning him around a bit before folding Niall’s small hand into his own and pulling him towards the door. “Let’s go.”
On the ride to the hotel, Harry pushes him into a half-lying position against the back seat, looming over him and exploring Niall’s mouth with his tongue. Niall tries his hardest to keep his noises in, fisting his hand in Harry’s shirt. Harry cups his jaw, urging his mouth open wider with his thumb. Niall shudders, nearly knocking their foreheads together.
They have to stop to get out of the car, pulling their clothes straight and wiping their mouths. Luckily, there’s no crowd outside waiting, since it’s just the two of them going up into the hotel, but you never know who could be watching. They’re perfectly decent all through their way to the suite, Harry’s thumb only brushing the back of Niall’s ribs lightly in the elevator.
Inside their suite is a different story. As soon as the door shuts and the automatic lock clicks, and they’ve kicked off their shoes and socks, Harry scoops Niall up beneath his thighs and pushes his back against the wall. This shocks a moan out of Niall, who wraps his legs around Harry’s hips and his arms around his neck. Harry goes straight back in for Niall’s mouth, licking and sucking at his lips until they go numb.
Niall feels helpless in the best way, pinned between Harry and the wall, his prick hard where it’s smashed between their stomachs. Harry tilts his head, caressing his tongue against Niall’s and drawing long, high moans from him.
“Take me to bed, Harry, please.”
Harry hums against his lips, grinding his hips up into Niall’s arse. He disconnects their mouths to get a better grip under Niall’s thighs, making his way over to the bed. Niall tucks his face into Harry’s neck, already breathing hard. Harry gently lays him down on his back, kissing him slowly and deep as Niall stretches his body over the sheets.
Even with his limbs all stretched out, Harry still completely covers him, making Niall feel so small. The feeling sings in his blood, tingling at the back of his head. He knows he’s safe here, with Harry. Protected by him. He groans when Harry’s hands land deftly on his hips, manoeuvring him further towards the middle of the bed. Harry’s large legs bracket him, closing him in.
Harry pushes Niall’s arms above his head to rest on the pillows, then drags the fabric of his shirt upwards, revealing his stomach and chest inch by inch. “Don’t know why you even bothered getting dressed. Takes longer for me to get to you.”
Niall chuckles, a low sizzling pleasure growing in his gut as Harry goes for his joggers next, drawing them down his legs just as slowly, like he’s opening a particularly exquisite gift. “I couldn’t just walk out of the venue naked.”
“Couldn’t you? Your arse is already all over the internet.”
“Not the rest of me though,” Niall protests, arching to get Harry’s lips back on his. “That’s just for you.”
Harry groans, pushing Niall down onto the mattress again. He works at stripping himself quickly, throwing his clothes onto the floor with Niall’s. Then they’re both naked.
This is another piece of Harry that only Niall knows intimately how different the size is. Harry cock is huge compared to his own, standing proud from a thatch of well groomed hair. He leans forward to slide his cock into the groove of Niall’s hip, both their lengths lying against each other. Not only is Harry’s prick longer than his own, it’s also thicker than Niall’s as well.
Niall trembles looking at the two of them, reaching for Harry’s to wrap his slim fingers around it. He loves the way Harry’s belly jumps at the touch, how he fucks forward into the circle of Niall’s fist, the foreskin sliding up and down. The sound that falls from Harry’s mouth when Niall brings his other hand to the flushed skin as well makes sparks of pleasure burst in Niall’s hips.
“Look at that,” Harry says, hands planted on either side of Niall’s shoulders, his head ducked and hair falling over his face as he watches. “You’re so small you need two hands just to hold my dick.”
Niall moans, twisting his fists for the sound it draws out of Harry. His precum begins to slick the way, making the slide easier and faster. Harry pants above him, the large muscles in his biceps bulging. His thighs squeeze around Niall’s hips. After a few tight thrusts, Harry pushes Niall’s hands away. Niall whines.
“Wanna fuck you now,” Harry says, consolingly. “Put my fat cock in your tight little body, see you shake apart on it.”
Niall’s eyes roll into the back of his head, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. “Yes please.”
Harry gives him a kiss, reaching into the bedside drawer for the lube and condoms they’d stashed there. He leans up off Niall’s thighs so the blonde can spread his legs, muscles trembling. Harry goes to slick his fingers but Niall stops him with a quick hand on his forearm.
“Don’t need it.” He insists.
Harry gives him an incredulous look, and Niall flushes, bashful. “I kinda fingered meself open earlier, uh, during soundcheck? I was so horny and fuck, Haz, it felt so good imagining your dick spreading me open.” He flops back onto the mattress, face burning. His prick leaks against his belly, anticipating the burning stretch of Harry’s cock in his hole.
“I’m gonna trust you,” Harry says, pecking at Niall’s lips. He rolls the condom on and pours slick over his cock. Niall gulps. It looks big even in Harry’s huge hands. His hips shift, clenching down on nothing, wanting.
The brunette settles himself between Niall’s thighs, laying over him so their faces are level and their sweaty chests slip together. The head of his cock nudges against Niall’s arse cheek, slippery, before Harry guides it to Niall’s waiting hole.
“Yeah,” Niall breathes, body tensing at the first push. It’s big, way bigger than the two fingers he’d used to spread himself open. Niall’s hands scramble for Harry’s back but the bigger man catches his wrists, pulling them above his head and pushing them into the mattress. Niall gasps into Harry’s mouth, pulling at his wrists. Harry holds him fast, fucking in shallowly until he bottoms out.
Niall moans, throwing his head back. “Fuck, you’re so big. Stretching me out like, uhh .”
This. This is what Niall gets off on, almost more than the actual stimulation. The weight of Harry on top of him, pinned by his large hands and speared on his thick cock. Harry is so big, and Niall is so small , and he loves it.
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” he moans out long when Harry pulls back languidly, pushing in smooth and deep. Niall’s body clings to him tightly, still adjusting to the stretch. “Ohhhh fuck.”
“Yeah babe,” Harry murmurs into his neck, licking over the tense tendon. “Let me hear you.”
Harry keeps up his pace of long, slow strokes, barely moving his body so he covers most of Niall at all times. Niall’s wrists twist in his hands with each roll of his hips, little cries falling from his mouth that fan the fire growing in Harry’s belly.
“Fuck, it’s…you’re so big, Harry, oh shit! ” Niall’s wrists jerk against Harry’s hold when Harry thrusts in hard, a powerful snap of his hips. “Oh fuck, Harry! ”
Harry holds him tight as writhes against the sheets, pinning Niall’s hips to the bed with rough shoves of his cock. “Yeah, there’s you go, that’s it,” he urges as Niall’s body locks up, his hole clenching down hard on Harry’s prick as he spills between their bellies, crying out from the force of his orgasm. His hands strain and then go limp under Harry’s, his body relaxing gradually.
It takes a few more pumps for Harry to shudder through his own, his thighs shaking with the force of it. He huffs out a few breaths, settling his weight back on his knees and slowly releasing Niall’s wrists to let the blood flow back in slowly. He rubs at Niall’s palms, pulling out gently and kissing at Niall’s cheeks.
Niall hums, angling for Harry’s lips. “Thanks. That was nice.”
Harry snorts. “Don’t thank me, Nialler. And that was more than nice . That was phenomenal. Astounding. Extraordinary.”
Niall shoves at Harry’s shoulder until he falls down by his side, curling around Niall’s back. “Alright you, stop with the big words.”
“I’ll show you something big!” He nudges the sticky condom against the back of Niall’s thigh and the blonde screeches.
“Gross! Harry! Throw that away!”
Harry laughs, getting up and stripping the condom off. He passes to the bathroom to throw it away and comes back with a wet hand towel. Gently, he wipes down Niall’s belly and his soft cock, kissing just above his belly button as he tosses the rag to the floor and curls Niall up in his arms.
Niall snuggles in warm, safe, and
delicate.