"Please" Niall whimpered, tugging gently at the jumper covering Harry's arms. Said curly haired lad pulled his arm away impatiently and continued to ignore his blond friend, who then wedged himself between Liam and Louis on the couch that the five boys were sitting on. He gave both of the lads his best puppy dog face, and though Liam faltered momentarily at the utter adorable-ness of the action, both of them continued to ignore Niall, much to his frustration. It was when he sat down on Zayn's lap that he finally got a reaction; the dark haired lad making a sound to show that he disapproved of Niall's actions. The blond simply smiled.

"Just because you lost the pie eating contest, Niall, it doesn't mean that the four of us are going to fuck you" Zayn deadpanned, somewhat contradicting his own words as he pushed Niall off of him and positioned himself on his knees in front of the blond.

"Two minutes" Liam said in a firm voice, locking eyes with Zayn, who nodded in understanding. The latter easily slid down Niall's boxers, leaving them to sit uselessly around his ankles.

"Go on, Zayn. Give him what he wants" Liam encouraged, and Zayn brushed his demanding friend off with a wave of his hand. He went on to wrap the same hand around the base of Niall's cock, much to the younger lad's pleasure, who bucked up into the warm touch eagerly.

"More" Niall urged, barely biting back a moan as he watched Zayn's tongue slip out to moisten his lips. He really wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his cock, the thought alone nearly making him lose control much too early. The overwhelming feeling ran through his spine once again at the feel of Zayn's tongue running along the underside of his dick, making him shudder and grab at Louis' thigh - the closest thing he could grab on to.

"Yeah, just like that" Liam smirked, watching as Zayn took the head of Niall's cock into his awaiting mouth. Niall moaned and thrust his hips impatiently, and Louis instinctively shuffled over to pin Niall's hips down to the couch.

He moaned Zayn's name breathlessly, his stomach coiling hotly as the raven haired lad took more of him in, driving Niall to a writhing mess on the couch.

"Enough" Liam growled, stopping his own action of palming himself, in order to roughly tug at Zayn's hair and pull him off of Niall's cock with a popping sound. Both of them made a sound of protest, but Liam payed neither of them mind, snapping his fingers at Louis in an unusual, uncharacteristic manner.

"Lou, touch him. Hazza, you can do that thing… You know… That thing with your tongue…?"

Harry and Louis both nodded in apprehension and Zayn moved out of the way, helping Niall position himself in a better way. On his hands and knees, Niall felt completely vulnerable, but the thrill and arousal he felt was overpowering any slight feelings of embarrassment. Harry got on his knees on the couch, moving behind Niall and gripping his ass firmly, spreading him apart.

Niall's breath hitched slightly, his hips twitching and Harry smiled, pressing his tongue against Niall's hole.

"Har-ry" it came out as a broken gasp, spurring Harry on, as he flicked his tongue harder, pressing over and dipping just inside the tight ring of muscle to draw back out. Niall thrust his hips, aching for some kind of friction and pressing down against the open warmth of Harry's mouth until his tongue was sliding fast over spit-slicked skin.

Niall moved faster, each noise a cracked whimper that shot straight down each lad's spine until Louis' fingers curl into the skin of Niall's thighs, cutting half-moon shapes deep into his skin. He reached between Niall's legs, breathing hard and stroking Niall's cock in time with Harry's tongue.

"F-fuck! Close!" Niall whimpered, and Liam pushed their curly haired friend out of his way, claiming Niall as his own. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small bottle of lube, ridding himself of the clothes that were separating him from what he wanted. Liam thoroughly coated his own cock with the lube, watching Niall's pink hole twitch invitingly.

"Tell me you want it, slut" Liam growled out, ignoring the three other lads who were all palming themselves and groaning.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you into the couch."

"Fuck me… Fuck me into… Into the couch, Liam… Shit, I need you. I'm ready, Liam, just fuck me."

Liam smirked at the particularly loud moan that slipped from Harry's lips, and without warning, he thrust deep into Niall. The blond keened almost immediately, losing balance, his face hitting the couch with a quiet thud. The knowledge that Liam was inside of him was making his head spin, causing any dull feelings of pain to disappear the second that the older lad began snapping his hips forward. It was Louis' hand that brought him back to reality, yet the bliss that Niall was feeling only multiplied with Louis' efforts. The combination of being fucked, and fucking into his mate's hand, had Niall panting and moaning. He clutched desperately at whatever he could get a grip on, and when he felt Liam thrust into him at a particular angle, Niall was seeing blinding white stars behind his eyelids.

Just as Niall could feel his orgasm coming on, he heard Liam growl out a demand towards Louis'. What Liam had said only processed in Niall's mind when he felt Louis' hand tighten around his cock painfully, stopping him from the sheer pleasure that he wanted to feel. Niall choked back a sob when Liam spoke again, simply stating "me first" before his thrusts became erratic and rough. By that point, Niall was unable to come up with any sounds other than low whines in the back of his throat. His eyes were pricking with tears, and when he felt Liam fill him up with his release, Niall suddenly found himself spurting all over the furniture and Louis' warm hand that had gone back to pumping his cock.

The rest seemed to be a blur and all that Niall could recall were four pairs of strong arms embracing him, and Liam continuously whispering small nothings to him. And the best part of it all was that Niall had won that pie eating contest.