Best friends watching porn together (Patreon)

Who doesn't love watching an x-rated video with their best bud harry? 

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“You’re telling me that you haven’t seen a double penetration in one hole video?”

“You’re telling me that you have?”  

Y/N is yanking her computer out after she’d forgotten it underneath the pizza box they’d been plucking from, nearly knocking over the wine she’d been nursing in a mug on her lap. She would of if not for Harry, whose eyes widen as he reaches out to catch it, taking it into his lap while she dragged the lid of her laptop open. She’s appreciative for his reflexes because it definitely would have left a stain but she couldn’t care less about that -- not when she’s pulling up her porn history. 

What had started as a very sweet, relaxing weekly buddy wine night had quickly turned filthy which was surprisingly new for them. Y/N has always been quite the sexual being -- sex positivity was one of the things she held pride in -- but she normally kept this dialed down when she was around Harry. He was her best friend and of course she could be herself with him, however he’d always been such a gentle, rather innocent soul and she felt like she was sullying him every time she said the word cock so she censors some of her thoughts. Sometimes she won’t just to tease him, relishing in the way his cheeks bloom a blushy red when she speaks on how she’d let a boy nut off in her bum and kept it in there all day. 

They met through mutual friends and took a liking to one another very quickly. Albeit a stark contrast in what they deem appropriate dinner conversation, they shared many common interests (movies, food, and a few weird hobbies) and something about them just worked. He had a way about him that made her so soft and he told her she gets him out of his comfort zone, and honestly, like the two opposite ends of a magnet they stuck and clung to one another without a hitch. It was a friendship that nobody really saw coming but they were happy with one another nonetheless.

And tonight they’d both been drinking and Harry started asking questions. It started innocent enough—he was just questioning the mechanics of deep throating and how people keep from choking, or focus on breathing through their nose, or avoid gagging. Then that had progressed to them speaking on oral, and how to properly eat a girl out (to which Harry promptly admits that he’d never gotten the chance to; he’d had sex once before and the girl he’d lost his virginity to wasn’t keen on it, so he hadn’t gotten the chance -- this is also the first time Y/N had learned he’d had sex at all which sends a bubbling interest in her abdomen), Y/N telling him he could practice on a fruit and she’d show him (he said maybe after a few more drinks). 

From there, they ventured into kinks. Y/N told him all the nasty, damn near vile things that she would let one of her favorite celebrities do to her and Harry marveled at some of the things she described. Even asked if she might send him some videos of the things she’d described later so that he could further understand it. 

Then they started talking about their porn history and while Y/N was pleasantly surprised to hear that Harry liked to dabble in BDSM and the dom/sub dynamic. He even explained to her how he edges himself, although shyly, getting descriptive on how he likes to get himself just right there until but a dribble of cum slips out but he doesn’t allow himself to fully let go, “Oh wow, lil’ sexual deviant.” She teased and he bit hard at his bottom lip, a smile painting his mouth. 

Her core’s interest had been stroked, panties having long since dampened but she attempts to ignore it in favor of bringing up a new tab, typing in the link as quickly as she might type her own phone number. Double pussy penetration autofills and she presses enter, one finger raised to her mouth as she nibbles on the edge of her nail, “There’s a nifty compilation that’s my go-to if m’in the mood for it.” She murmurs around her thumb, popping her knuckles on the opposite hand a she settles the computer on the coffee table. 

When she glances over to Harry, he seems to be regarding the computer venerately, with not a snicker or giggle in the direction of the screen. He looks a little nervous but mostly curious, his own thumb traveling up to his mouth only he nibbles at the knuckle as the video starts, “D’ya want sound or no sound?” Y/N asks him and his brows furrow. 

“Which is better?” He questions and she takes a moment to consider it. 

“Both have their charm to it; I’d say with this one it’s better to have it just a little beneath the middle so you can hear just enough of their moaning without it being intolerable.” She pulls the volume button just where she normally likes it, then taps at the screen with her nail, “Okay, now this is the first one I saw.” 

They both watch for a moment, quietly gaping in wonder as the brunette woman on screen gives a sultry smile. A blond man already inside of her as he was lying down beneath her with her back to his chest and his hands a firm grip on her thighs holding open, each finger making a divot in her skin. The other man who comes into frame is stiff as stone, slathering himself in what could be considered a gallon of lube and slicking it over himself, tipping himself down at the frenulum and gently budding at her hole in the beginning. 

A sparkling interest flutters through her lower abdomen and she wonders if it’s the same for Harry, as their eyes are undeviating from the screen while the man slips his head into her slowly. The woman moans, three of her fingers rolling over her clit as she lets out a stream of, “yes, yes, yes, yes” through her teeth. Both men tremble through a throaty groan, the one pushing inside of her has his head tilting back, showing his throat bare to the world. 

“Oh fuck,” the man experimentally rolls his hips, his and the other’s pricks stroking atop of each other, “Oh fuck m’gonna bust.” 

Harry clears his throat, “Doesn’t it hurt her?” He asks, face warped in worry, “Is this. . .is this something you’d want to do?” 

Y/N’s eyes go wide, “Oh god no!” She exclaims, shaking her head as she dips her finger into her wine and lulls her tongue around the pad of it to clean the red off, “S’one of those things where the thought of it’s hot but there’s no way in hell I’d go through with something like that, unless it was like. . .like Chris Evans and Idris Elba or something.” 

“I get why it would feel good for the guy but how does it -- how would it feel for the girl? The thought of it doesn’t make you like. . .squirm?” 

Y/N chews on her bottom lip trying to gather a thoughtful answer -- she enjoyed when Harry opened up and asked questions about things that he wondered. Being such a bashful, shy soul that he is, it was rare that he inquired about things. He’d explained to her once that there was a bead of worry he’d ask a stupid question from a few distressing teachers he’s had in the past (he’d also told her how much better she makes him feel about it, which made her chest feel warm). So anytime he did ask her something she made sure to put thought into what she said and to not let him feel silly for whatever it was he wondered about. 

“Well, I always kind of thing of it as more of a -- y’know sometimes it feels good to be stretched out. For me it’s the thought of how good the guys might be feeling that works me up at the thought. Like, they’re somewhere warm and tight especially for them, and like. . .they’re rubbing against each other in there that’s probably a good feeling too. Frottage and all that,” she suckles on the inside of her bottom lip, nodding her head, “Yeah, I think I get more gratification from the idea that they feel really good that would get me off.” 

Harry nods like he seems to understand, before he shifts a little bit and when Y/N looks down she sees a growing bulge in the crotch of his pants and she feels herself pulsate around nothing. Y/N can’t help the small, “Oh,” that leaves her because Harry was. . .well, Harry was far bigger than she had ever thought he might be. She figured he might be big but this reaffirmed it, “Harry, christ,” she murmured, “You’re huge.”

He giggles a small, drunken little giggle, reaching down to readjust himself some, “Am I?” 

Y/N’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head, brows curling, “Um, yeah? Nobody’s ever told you that?” 

Shaking his head, he tips the glass of wine up and swallows thickly around a mouthful, “I’ve only had sex once, Love, and it was a whole lot of fumblin’ and me apologizing -- don’t think she could get in a word in between my ‘sorry’s’.” He snuffs some, “Kind of blew it I guess, ‘cos we haven’t spoken since.” 

“Well that’s dumb of her,” she leans forward, nudging his shoulder with her forehead and Harry shifts to mold his arm around her easily (head bumps were a prime form of communication between the two, this one in particular could either mean she wants to be held or she’s defending him, but he was about four glasses of wine in so she understands his confusion and allows herself to relax into him), “You have a cock like that, I don’ care if you’re reciting the entirety of Hamlet I’m callin’ you everyday until you throw me away.” 

He chuckles then, his lips pulling up in a sweet toothy smile as he holds her closer to him, “Anyone would be stupid to throw you away.” 

Y/N maneuvers, pressing her ear against his chest and letting her eyes glade down to where his tummy is a soft curve, the olive green cotton shirt he wore rucked up and showing the smooth skin of his hips and lower part of his abdomen decorated in tattoos. Beneath that are the sweatpants he wore, the clear outline of his prick that makes her mouth water. They continue to watch the video, his cock twitching every so often and Y/N feels her panties dampen each time she notices. 

“Jesus,” he hums, clinging to her a little tighter, “This. . .s’getting me really worked up.” 

She smiles, tilting her face into his chest and blowing a raspberry just to the left of his nipple, “I can tell,” she hums, letting her hand rest on the gentle swell of his tummy, patting comfortingly, “You can go take care of it if y’a need to Pet.” Y/N offers it but she’s much to comfortable to move so she makes no motion to.

Harry signs through a small whine that melds in with the video, “I don’ wan’ move though. Too comfy,” he leans his head down against hers, “It’ll go away eventually.”

And, well, Y/N doesn’t think arousal should be wasted— never has, because your body’s reaction to feeling good is sort of marvelous and literally life making— so she offers another thing before she can think too hard on it.

“Y’a don’t have to move.”

For a moment she believes it takes him a second to understand the implications of what she said. When he does though, his grip on her tightens and his cock does a small little twitch in his sweats. That’s when she notices the small wet mark against the fabric where his head lies. “Are you sure?” He breathes out and Y/N nods, though her spot against him is cemented. He’s cradling her to his side with his non-dominant arm so its really no trouble, as he reaches down, though he pauses, his hesitation evident.

“I can leave—“ Y/N begins but Harry shakes his head adamantly.

“No,” he utters decisively, “No I want you to stay.”

So she stays, eyes trained on his hand as he cups himself over the fabric, shaping himself up and down, truly highlighting just how big he was. Girthy and long, Y/N squeezes her thighs together, giving a soft breath. Harry gasps when he gets to the head, his hips gently bucking up into his palm.

Y/N thinks normally he would take time to tease himself but he seems impatient today, tucking his fingers into the elastic waistband and pushing his pants down towards his knees. Not only does he reveal that he hadn’t been wearing underwear, but what might just be the prettiest cock she’s seen in her life (and she’s seen quite a few). The skin was smooth and soft, a fleshy pink light color all throughout the shaft even down to his balls that sat full and close to his body. His head was a darker pink and slick with precum that beads from the tip, wetting his slit and trickling down the side. What she would give to fit her lips around it and tongue all of it up, is almost concerning.

He keeps himself groomed too; the hair was neat save for a few stragglers of a happy trail. Everything about him was just perfect, honestly and she definitely cannot understand how anyone could have not called him back. Even if he was fumbling and apologized — he was just nervous. Sometimes she thinks she ought have been the one who he did it with first. Would have showered him in compliments and encouragements, and maybe then he wouldn’t be so surprised when she tells him, “Your prick is gorgeous.”

“Really?” She could hear the smile in his voice and she nods against him quickly. 

“Really,” she assures him, “Made my mouth water.” 

“Oh,” Harry gives a soft little whine, his hips bucking again and Y/N pulsates again, giving a trembling breath, “Your mouth watered?” 

Her hand still lies over his stomach and she curls her fingers up some, scrunching up the fabric of his shirt, “Mhm,” she hums, nestling closer and settling against him as he slips his spindly fingers around his shaft and doing one, slow draw up, “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” he borders a whine, stretching out his legs a little bit he doesn’t remove her from his side, “Think I’m gonna cum soon.”

She smiles, pinching the cloth and pulling it up over his tummy, smoothing her fingers over the soft skin and she starts to rub in little circles low on his abdomen, “S’like, bittersweet isn’t it? You wanna cum quick but then when you feel like you’re going to you wanna suspend the feeling longer. And the thought that you’ve worked yourself up so much that you can barely contain it like...that’s even more arousing.” Pausing her hand, she was going to stop to leave him be and quit talking but Harry whimpers and arches his back some.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, “Please don’t stop that’s — I like that.” Spreading his thighs, he sinks a little lower as he twists his hand and the muscles in them clenching,”If that’s okay.”

Y/N smiles, laying her hand back down on his stomach and trails the tips of her fingers along the skin, inducing goosebumps in her wake. Harry shudders, picking up the pace where he fists up and down his prick, a groan rumbling his chest against his ear. Biting down on her bottom lip, she lifts up her head a little and looks towards him, “So you like being petted on?” He nods, and Y/N thinks he’s just far too pretty for his own good. His lips are bitten a swollen red, his cheeks are flushed pink from a mixture of the wine and his own arousal, his pupils blown and his eyes a beautiful green. 

“I think—“ he breathes out slow, “I think I like best when you touch me though.”

“Gosh, Pet, you’re unreal,” she swallows thickly, and she snuffles, feeling just how wet her panties were, “Everyone is silly not to be jumping your bones.”

Harry shivers again, bucking into his palm, another dribble of precum slicks down the side of his hand again. Y/N worms her other hand from where it lie dormant between them, looping her fingers loosely around the wrist of the hand getting himself off. She tugs gently and Harry lets go of himself reluctantly, letting his hand flatten out when she pulls on his fingers, before she gathers saliva in her mouth and spits into his palm, “The wetter the better, I’d say,” she hums and Harry lowers his hand back around his cock, slicking his much wetter hand up and down his prick. The noise that leaves him could’ve made Y/N cum if she were close enough, low and rumbly but ending in a whine as his hand goes quicker. And the sounds of him working his cock were much louder, sloppier, wet, “It looks like it feels amazing.”

“It does,” he whimpers, “I’m — I’m gonna cum, I need — I don’t wanna ruin your couch.”

“I — d’ya want me to — um, I can just put my mouth over the tip?”

It’s self indulgent and within her wine fogged brain this was the best she could come up with, and she half expects him to deny her but when he merely nods quickly, Y/N doesn’t waste a second. She folds her body over, parts her lips and slips them over the head, her tongue stroking against the salty skin. One last moan leaves him, as he almost immediately begins to nut off, spurt after spurt dripping on her tongue, filling her mouth so full that it begins to dribble from the corners of her lips. 

He tastes so good that Y/N hums appreciatively around him, swallowing him down and letting her eyes flutter shut. She feels his fingers very gently caressing through her hair, only tightening up when he begins twitching from the residual orgasm and Y/N cleans him up with a careful tongue. When she finishes, she tucks him against his thigh, and helps him tug his sweatpants back up. 

She looks at him, pushing a kiss to the soft of his flushed cheek and nosing at his head, “Cutie,” she murmurs, before tucking herself back into his side and sighing gently, “Get the remote and pick something to watch.” 

They should probably talk about it but Harry is too sleepy and soft, and she feels too sleepy and soft, so maybe that could wait.

“Can we start watching The Vikings? I heard it’s good.”