rozie-1224
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If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots babe
I just wanna be yours…
’ When we kiss
Endless symmetry ’
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Larry
hbottom é uma religião sz
louis: I can’t go. Stress is bad for the baby.
niall: What baby?
louis: Me.
harry: All clothing is unisex if you stop being a little bitch about it.
Zayn: so do you have any crush?
Harry: the only crush i have is crushing anxiety.
Harry: also Louis.
Zayn: *concerned Zayn noises*
Louis Tomlinson literally exists and is not just a figment of my imagination.
Louis: you remind me of mac n cheese.
Harry: why?
Louis: i love mac n cheese.
Harry, tearing up: that's dumb.
Some people really just wake up one day and choose violence...
Or they have a pain kink
Hands And Knees For Two Days Straight.
Hey,first imagine :)
I feel ashamed i actually counted the words; 11876 words. So hope you enjoy it :3
The boys had just arrived back in London after spending a bit of time in Japan. (Japan was now a special place to Louis, mainly because Harry had given him the most amazing blowjobs his cock had ever seen.) But they were home now, and they had a blessed weekend off. Louis had expected this, anticipated it even. He’d approached everyone on their team beforehand, from management all the way down to the other three boys, and told them strictly not to contact him nor Harry in any way- no stopping by, no texts or calls, not even something as small as a tweet. He’d threatened them as well; if they didn’t listen, they would most definitely feel his wrath. Louis had plans for his boyfriend. Very explicit plans. He even went so far as marking this weekend on his phone calendar, and planned for weeks all the things he was going to carry out. He’d spent a hell of a lot of money in the process, so he’d be damned if he didn’t get his way.
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Harry and Louis arrived at their flat straight from the airport, tired and jet-lagged, tossing their luggage near the door. Louis stretched and yawned loudly.
“Japan was amazing,” he said tiredly.
“Yeah, it really was,” Harry agreed. He kicked off his shoes and padded into the kitchen.
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“Sure. Just let me take a piss first.” Louis went upstairs and instead of turning right into the bathroom, he turned left, into the guest bedroom they had but never used. He flicked on the light, checked to make sure everything was as he left it before Japan, then flicked the light off and left. He didn’t want Harry to find out about his plans just yet- that was for tomorrow- so he washed his hands and headed back downstairs where Harry was already picking out a film.
“Ready?” He asked as he popped in a DVD. Louis plopped down next to him and took the popcorn from him.
“You have no idea.” ~ Harry felt a shiver run through him as he crawled into consciousness. He felt cold all over, and was pretty sure he did not go to sleep that way. Last he remembered, he was curled up next to Louis in their bed, warm and safe, playing the little spoon in their cuddle. Louis had had his arms around him tight, his breath in his hair. Now, when Harry groggily came to, nothing was like it was before he went to sleep. For one thing, Harry couldn’t see. He’d thought he’d gone blind for a moment and panicked, until he realized he was in fact wearing a blindfold. The second thing he noticed was the breeze. He didn’t recall sleeping in nothing but boxers, yet here he was, nearly naked and shivering slightly. He went to move his hands but found that they were bound, tight, above his head, his feet barely scraping the floor. What the hell was going on?
“Lou,” Harry said quietly. “Lou, what’s going on? Where are you?” He heard some noise off to his left and then Louis’ voice.
“Hey, love. I see you’re up now. Did you sleep well?”
“Louis,” Harry breathed ,“What’s going on here? Why am I-” he pulled at his wrists, trying to release them, but to no avail- “why am I tied up?” Louis didn’t respond right away. Harry heard some noise off to his left once more, before Louis was seemingly right in front of him.
“Well, you see,” his voice was low and his breath ghosted over Harry’s chest, “we have a whole weekend to ourselves. Two complete days. Forty-eight hours. I’ve decided it was the perfect chance to…” Louis’ voice trailed off and Harry gasped as he felt one of Louis’ warm hands run along his exposed torso, over his stomach and nipples and tattoos. Harry suddenly felt warm all over when Louis leaned in once more.
“…wind you up a bit.”
“Louis,” Harry breathed. His head was staring to spin. “What’s happening?”
“Shh, don’t panic,” Louis said softly.
“I’ll take good care of you, okay? Just relax baby.”
“O-okay,” Harry hesitated. There was silence for a moment, then Louis spoke.
“You ready, Harry? This is going to be a bumpy ride.” Harry could hear the smirk on his lips, the laughter in his voice. What was Louis planning exactly? Harry’s silent question was answered a second later when a deep vibrating sensation erupted inside him. His hole was apparently stretched wide, his ass filled with what he could only guess was an anal plug. That vibrated.
“Ohhh….” Harry squirmed against the feeling, against the vibrations in his body. He didn’t even notice it was there before now.
“Louis….”
“You like this already, don’t you?” Louis was standing in front of him, running his hands all over his body, his mouth following his hands’ movements. Harry’s skin was so hot underneath Louis’ touch, his nerves moving to the edge already.
“You like having that butt plug, don’t you?”
“Ngh, yes, Lou…” Harry couldn’t form proper thoughts, every single ounce of his brain was occupied by the pleasure in his ass. He felt his boxers being pulled down to his knees and a moment later some sort of cloth was slipped around the length of his cock and secured.
“Do you want more, hmm?” Louis asked. Harry nodded.
“Yes, Louis, more, please…” He felt Louis’ mouth on his skin at the same time the sleeve on his cock was turned on, vibrating and pulsating slowly, just as the anal plug was. Harry gasped and shook, unprepared for the sensations slamming into him so unexpectedly.
“You like that, huh Harry?” Louis was standing behind him now, his hands running over Harry’s back slowly, making his skin tingle.
“You like having shit vibrate for you, huh?”
“Ohhh..” Harry bucked up into the vibrating cock sleeve, unable to control his hips. Everything was starting to pile up rather quickly, from the vibrations in his ass to the vibrations in his cock, from Louis running his hands on every inch of Harry he could touch, to his hot mouth sucking on his skin. And before Harry knew it, he was coming, spurting all over the floor in front of him and all down his leg. He shuddered and cried out, his mouth open and panting. It was nothing explosive, nothing mind-blowing, but it was still pretty incredible. Louis simply hummed as he watched Harry’s come stain the blue carpet. He continued to run his hands along Harry’s back, feeling Harry shudder underneath his fingers.
“Well,” he said, his voice plesant, “that was rather soon, hmm? No worries.” He moved until he was facing Harry once more, the sounds of the vibrating objects and his deep breathing filling the room, and pulled the blindfold off. Harry blinked several times, his eyes squinted against the half-light of the room.
“Hi, love.” Louis smiled. “How are you feeling?” Harry winced slightly. The anal plug and cock sleeve were still on, still vibrating.
“In a bit of pain, to be honest.” His cock throbbed twice, irritated.
“I know, love. But it’ll be over soon.” Louis stood on his tiptoes and kissed Harry softly, then moved away. Harry took a moment to look around the room. They were in one of the extra bedrooms, the lights dimmed and the blinds closed, daylight fighting to stream in. His wrists were bound by leather straps at the top of a thick wooden door-shaped frame. Down on either side of the frame were other straps, one on each side, about mid-thigh, also made of black leather. Harry looked over to his left, and he saw a king-sized bed, draped in nothing but a fitted sheet and pillows. There was a dark wooden chest at the foot of the bed, propped open. Louis was currently rummaging through it. Harry didn’t understand where all this stuff came from.
“Louis,” he asked slowly, “When did you get all this?”
“A short while ago,” Louis responded lightly, not looking up.
“I’ve been planning this for a long time.” He stood up with a small ball in his hand and walked over to Harry.
“You don’t mind, do you? I just wanted to please you.”
“Please me?” Harry’s cock, which was still wrapped in the cock sleeve, twitched hungrily.
“You wanna please me, huh?” Louis looked at him through his eyelashes.
“Of course. I wanna make you come.” The way he said it, his voice low and rough, made Harry shiver. He smiled once more and slipped the ball between Harry’s teeth, tying it at the back of his head.
“I wanna see you spent and helpless. I wanna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for an entire week.”
“Phut, Nou,” Harry tried to say. His cock was hot inside the sleeve, his ass pulsing with heat once more. Louis’ eyes twinkled mischeviously as he grabbed one of the leather straps and wrapped it around Harry’s knee. He did the same to the other strap and made sure both were secure before standing upright and looking at Harry once more.
“Oh, Harry. We’ve only just begun.” He turned off the cock sleeve and pulled it off, then removed the anal plug. The feeling of his hole releasing the plug made Harry moan into the ball gag, his hands clenching. Louis moved to each side of the frame and clicked some locks, and before Harry knew it he was slowly being lowered forward, his torso moving but his legs staying in place. The frame locked into position, and Harry found himself bent over at ninety degrees, his ass sticking out.
“Mmm, you look so good like that, Haz.” Louis stood behind him and ran his hands along Harry’s back. Harry whimpered at the touch. He was already semi hard and was itching for some sort of friction.
“You look so delicious, i just want to lick you up…”
“Ngh, pwease,” Harry tried to speak again, his skin tingling at the thought of Louis licking him the way he wanted him to. He wanted to feel Louis tongue hot and slick against his entrance. He was becoming eager.
“Harry,” Louis said as he moved to Harry’s ass, already spread by the position he was in.
“Smile for the camera.” Harry frowned and looked up, just now spotting the camera propped on a stand right in front of him, red light on. Just as he made to protest (as best he could considering the gag) he felt Louis’ hot mouth on his hole, slicking him up and licking him down. Any form of disagreement he had in his mind was instantly wiped away, replaced with sheer pleasure. Louis’ tongue was so hot as he lapped at Harry’s hole, his tongue flat against his skin. Harry closed his eyes and moaned, a high pitched whine in the back of his throat. Louis spread his cheeks a bit more with his strong hands and stuck his tongue in Harry’s hole, the tight heat surround him and overwhelming him. Both he and Harry moaned at the same time at the intrusion, and Harry’s knees would buckle if they weren’t currently strapped up. Louis licked him inside and out, sucking at the sensitive skin before him.
“You taste so good, Harry,” Louis moaned brokenly. “You’re so tight and so delicious… I love the way you taste.”
“Mmm…” Hary hung his head low and pushed back gently into Louis’ mouth, urging him on, wanting for more. Louis responded, sticking his tongue back inside Harry’s stretched hole. His cock twitched needfully as it hung heavy beneath him, aching and itching for sensation. He pushed back into Louis again and whined disappointedly when Louis licked him once more then backed off.
“Nghmhhmmm!” Harry mumbled, aggrivated. Louis kept his hands at Harry’s ass, running a thumb over his hole, causing it to twitch.
“You want more, Harry?” Louis’ voice was low as he spoke. Harry nodded, trying to look over at Louis. He moaned as he felt one of Louis’ fingers slip in his hole then out again, so quick his body barely had time to register the pleasure. Harry bucked back onto Louis’ hand but Louis pulled away. Harry whined.
“How much do you want it, Harry?”
“Sho mush,” Harry said, lowering his head. Louis laughed breathily and slipped a finger in once again, briefly, before pulling it out.
“Tell me again how much.”
“Nou!” Harry bucked back suddenly, causing Louis’ finger to slip all the way in his hole. Harry moaned and pulled off of the digit before slamming back down as much as the leg restraints would allow him to. Louis simply stood there and watched, turned on by the sight of Harry fucking his finger.
“You like fucking my finger?” He asked. He waited until Harry pulled off before adding a second finger, closed tight to the first one. Harry pushed back and moaned louder at the feeling of the additional finger, nearly filling him up.
“You like the way it feels in your ass?”
“Mmm,” Harry fucked himself down onto Louis’ fingers as fast as he could, begging for friction. His cock was stiff below him, slapping back onto his stomach with every thrust.
“Yesh…” Louis pulled his hand away completely, and Harry nearly cried. He tried to turn around and look at his boyfriend, to show him the pain in his eyes at the loss of friction, but he couldn’t move due to the restraints. Louis sighed and rubbed his hands over Harry’s back. “Harry,” Louis said teasingly.
“You like this, Harry? Or is it too much?”
“Hghsh,” Harry replied. He was silently fuming because all he wanted was friction and Louis was being unfair by not just giving it to him.
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not an answer.” Louis moved away from Harry and back to the chest, rummaged around, then stood, making his way back over.
“Is it too much? Or not enough?”
“Noght. Enof.” Harry sighed through his nose, frustrated. His cock was simply twitching by the air that hit it, he was so beyond horny, needed so much from Louis it was making him angry.
“I figured you’d say that.” Louis reached beneath him and grabbed his cock, and Harry cried out and twitched into the touch. Louis chuckled and Harry felt a small, cold metal hoop being cuffed around the base of his cock and snapped into place.
“Muht duh phuck, Nou!” Harry squirmed uncomfortably. Louis leaned down and kissed Harry’s cheek.
“This’ll make it more interesting, I promise.” Louis went behind Harry once again and ran his finger over his hole, and Harry moaned. He ducked down as he felt the head of Louis’ hot, dripping cock brush up over his entrance. Without preamble, Louis pushed his cock inside, sliding in easily due to the lube he’s slicked up in. He moaned low and fought hard to keep himself from coming right then and there. Harry had looked so beautiful when he came earlier, and since then Louis had been itching to get into his tight little ass.
“Damn, Harry…” Louis grasped him and rolled his hips up into Harry, closing his eyes and biting his lip. Harry released a strangled moan and tried to buck back into the intrusion. Louis grasped tighter to stop him. He pulled out and slid back in, slow and steady, delicious, delicious friction. The heat that surrounded his cock was nearly too much to take at once. He could feel Harry quivering underneath his fingertips as he repeated the action, just as slow as before. Harry whined in his throat and squirmed.
“Moophe!” Harry bit out.
“Fashter!”
“Hmm, so touchy.” Louis pulled out slowly, sliding the friction along so Harry could feel every last inch of him, then slammed back in, so hard that their skin slapped against one another, leaving the affected areas stinging and slightly pink, so hard that the frame Harry was connected to pushed forward a couple of inches. Harry cried out, the sound muffled by the gag, his body going through shocks of hormonal electricity. He felt Louis pull out quickly before slamming back in, harder, deeper. Harry’s cock twitched, begging to be touched. The cool metal of the cock ring could be felt against his hot skin, and the sensation made him throb. Louis pulled out slowly and slammed in, again and again, and Harry fought against all he had to stop from crying at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. Louis sped up his movements, becoming impatient with himself as he teased Harry. He wanted to fuck him, hard and without apology. He wanted Harry to feel it, really feel it. Louis pulled out and slammed back in, not as hard as he wished, but still hard enough for Harry to whimper and shake against him. He didn’t want to wear the boy out too soon- after all, they had two whole days to fuck. Harry’s breath hitched with every thrust Louis made, his hole quivering from the girth and feeling of Louis’ cock. He always knew his boyfriend was well hung, but sometimes the actual size caught him off guard and sent him into a frenzy when he got to feel it moving inside of him. Harry moaned and whimpered, everything in him going into overdrive. He could never get enough of Louis’ cock. Louis carefully avoided Harry’s prostate as he fucked into him beautifully. He didn’t want Harry to explode, or even think about it, he didn’t want Harry to have that final release until tomorrow. He just wanted to build him up and bring him down, tease him with as much as he could. He wanted Harry to remember this.
“You like this, Harry?” Louis was breathless, sweat forming on his skin, but he loved it when Harry responded to his dirty talk.
“You like feeling me fuck you deep?”
“Mmhmm,” was all Harry could say. His head was down, low between his shoulder blades, and a constant string of whimpers stemmed from his gagged mouth. It was a sight, seeing Harry so content at being fucked wildly by him. Louis was starting to think he should do these things more often. Louis spread his legs wider and changed his hold on Harry’s hips, then banged into him faster. Harry’s head snapped up and his back arched into the feeling, his eyes squeezed tight.
“Mammit, phuck!”
“You’re so goddammed tight, Harry, I love it.” Louis could feel himself get close, his stomach heating a thousand degrees a second. He pumped faster, deeper, looking for his sweet release. He bent over until he was flush against Harry’s back, could feel the sweat that stuck to him, the heat that rose from his skin like steam. Harry’s muscles flexed beneath him as he arched again, his entire body shaking. They were both so close, but only one of them would get to climax. It could be seen as cruel to some, Louis knew, but he wanted to have control over Harry’s orgasm. He reached beneath them and wrapped his fingers around Harry’s cock, and Harry bucked back into him, his hole clenching tighly around Louis. He couldn’t hold back, then- Louis came, spilling his sperm deep into Harry as he cried out his name. Harry moaned as he felt Louis’ come fill him up, the semen warm and sticky within him. He wanted so bad to come, to release his pent up orgasm all over the floor, but the cock ring Louis placed on him prevented any such thing from happening. Louis was treating him like a sex doll, and Harry absolutely loved it. Louis shook as he came down from his high, his mind hazy and fingers trembling. He pulled out of Harry and backed away, his back hitting the cool wall behind him, and he tried to keep his footing so he wouldn’t slide to the floor. He watched as his come drained out of Harry’s ass, down his leg and dripping from his strung-up knees. He grabbed a tissue from the table next to him and cleaned himself off, then pulled his boxers back on. He walked around to where Harry’s face was, slowly, then kneeled down in front of him.
“How are you holding up?” Harry’s face was flushed, so much so that his cheeks were beet red. His eyes were drooped and hazed over, and he had tear streaks through his sweat. Saliva gathered aroung the gag ball and his hair was matted to his face. Harry looked like he was ready to explode. Louis almost felt bad for holding him back. Harry looked up at him, then dropped his head once more. Louis sighed and ran his fingers through Harry’s hair, which was slicked with sweat.
“Ah, babe.” He pulled the gag from his mouth and a string of drool came out with it. Harry panted and licked his lips slowly, tiredly.
“Lou.” His voice was raspy and low.
“Please… get this thing off of me.”
“In a bit, love.” Louis ran his fingers through Harry’s hair again, then stroked his face.
“We’ve been up here for a while… you hungry?” Harry didn’t look up as he nodded, his breathing shallow. Louis smiled.
“I’m going to go and fix up some sandwiches. I’ll be back in a bit, okay?” Harry nodded again, then raised his head and looked at his boyfriend. “Are… are you going to leave me like this?”
“Just while I’m gone,” Louis responded softly.
“It won’t be long.” He smiled then stood up, walking to the door and clicking it shut behind himself. He stretched out his muscles and sighed, the clean air a stark difference from the sex filled, sweaty air the room carried. Taking the stairs one at a time, Louis pulled a small black remoted from his pocket, and switched the knob on. Immediately, he heard Harry’s moan fill the house, loud and long. Louis partly wished he could be there to see the look on his face in this moment, as the cock ring turned on and started to vibrate. He tsked at himself and shook his head.
“You’re going to get it for this one, Tomlinson.” He arrived at the kitchen and made quick work of the sandwiches, two turkey and cheese each, then filled two glasses with apple juice. He may be a bit wrong for using Harry how he wanted, but he wasn’t into starving him. He carried all the food back to the room, opening and closing the door with his foot (and nearly dropping everything in the process), and looked at Harry. Harry, for all it was worth, wasn’t as bad off as Louis thought he’d be. Sure, he was whimpering and bucking into the cock ring, his entire body very much beyond shivering at this point, his skin pink all over. But Louis expected worse. He was proud of his boyfriend.
“I’ve got food,” Louis said as he set the plates on the table near the bed. He quickly went over to Harry and raised him back up then unbuckled his legs, letting them fall into place again. Harry looked down at him, and the look in his face was one of pure desparation.
“Have you enjoyed this so far, love?”
“I. Need. To. Come.” Harry’s eyes were blazing, full of lust and desire and want, and Louis expected him to have at least the smallest bit of anger towards him but he saw none of that. Louis let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding- he was afraid that he had taken it too far. “You will,” Louis got down on his knees in front of Harry, keeping eye contact as he did.
“Right now.” He turned off the cock ring then lifted shaky hands to pull it off. As soon as it left Harry’s hot cock he came with a shriek, his head back and eyes squeezed tight. Louis barely flinched as Harry’s sperm hit his face in long, languid strokes. He lapped at it, every bit of it, taking it into his mouth as well as he could. He loved the way Harry’s sperm tasted, warm and salty against his tongue. Harry’s legs shook as he continued to burst his seed all over Louis’ face and hair, and a moment later he lowered his head to see him, on his knees and licking his fingers clean of Harry’s come. The last spurts came out, jutting across Louis’ collarbone, and Harry sighed. He hadn’t come that hard in a long time, and the release, the feeling of finally being able to let it go, was more than he could have ever hoped for. Louis licked up the last of the come and smiled up at him, teeth bright.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost sheepishly. Harry’s eyes drooped as he smiled.
“No way.” He wanted to run his fingers through Louis’ come-stained hair.
“That was incredible.” Louis’ smile grew wider, and Harry’s heart flopped. Louis chuckled lightly before standing to his feet once more. “Are you feeling better?”
“Loads,” Harry sighed out. He was suddenly so tired.
“I bet you are.” Louis reached up and undid the bondage on Harry’s wrists, catching him before he crumpled to the floor.
“Someone’s tired.”
“Well I’ve been strung up there all morning, so.” There was a light tint of laughter in Harry’s tone, and he smiled. Louis half carried, half dragged Harry to the bed, draping him across it and pulling his feet up the rest of the way. He propped Harry back onto the pillows and placed a plate in his lap. “Now, eat.” Harry picked up a sandwich and took a bite, settling into the mattress and sighing. Louis watched him as they both ate, watched his strong jaw move as he chewed, the epitome of masculine. Louis took another bite, never taking his eyes from his lover.
“Why’re you watching me?” Harry said, bemused. Louis shrugged lightly.
“I like the way you eat.” Harry laughed, his dimpled grin leaving Louis smitten. Instead of responding Harry returned to his food, still smiling. Louis licked his lips and leaned over Harry’s lap, moving his plate to the mattress and taking his cock in his hand. Harry gasped above him and stilled his movements. Louis ghosted his fingers over Harry’s sensitive cock and trailed his eyes over the thick member.
“You have a beautiful cock,” Louis murmured. Harry didn’t respond. Louis could feel him trembling in his hand and all around him. Harry’s cock began to stiffen slightly as he played with it between his fingers. Louis wanted to taste it, the creamy skin and veins underneath suddenly becoming irresistibly delectable and appetizing. He slipped his mouth over Harry’s cock slowly, moving his head until he took all of him in, until the head touched the back of Louis’ throat softly. Harry moaned and shifted beneath Louis, his cock still sensitive and more than a little painful. But Louis’ mouth was too warm on him for Harry to make him move, too slick, too tight. Harry groaned as Louis pulled off slowly, wetly.
“Lou,” Harry said a moment later, looking down, “is that cheese?.” Louis wiped his mouth and looked down at Harry’s cock. “Oops.” He chuckled nervously.
“Sorry about that, the sandwich-“
“Do it again.” Harry’s eyes were still on his cock, which was semi hard (and still very much in pain despite appearances) and covered in the contents of Louis’ mouth- saliva, bits of bread and meat from the sandwich, cheese. The sight made Harry’s stomach knot with want, and Harry couldn’t explain it if he tried. “What?” Louis raised an eyebrow at him.
“Eat your sandwich,” Harry said quietly, looking up at Louis with intense eyes.
“Then suck my cock.”
“Harry I…” Louis reached for his sandwich and picked it up slowly. Harry’s eyes were on him as he took a bite and chewed. He could see Harry swallow heavily as he watched. Louis finished his bite then leaned over Harry’s cock, looked at Harry once more for confirmation (to which Harry nodded once, curtly), and took him into his mouth. Harry leaned back and moaned, his cock twitching in Louis’ hold. Louis couldn’t believe it. Harry was… Harry was getting off on this. Harry’s fingers were running through his hair a moment later, spreading the cold sperm around like a moisturizer. Louis moaned and sucked him off slowly, comfortably, the feeling of turkey and salt heavy on his tongue, the sperm sending little cold shocks over his scalp. Harry gripped his hair and before Louis knew what was happening, Harry pulled him up and shoved his own sandwich in his mouth. Louis let out a small noise of surprise and took a bite. Before he could even finish chewing Harry shoved him back down and onto his cock with a shudder. Louis gasped through his nose as he adjusted, as food fell out of his mouth and onto Harry’s cock in bits and pieces. Harry shuddered again and gripped Louis’ hair tighter, the muscles in his legs clenching.
“I have no idea why this turns me on so much but it does…” Harry’s voice shook weakly. He kept his eyes on Louis as he sucked him. He felt his hand throb before realizing how tight of a hold he had on Louis and easing up. Louis’ mouth was full and wet, and his eyes were watering from the food and Harry’s cock all at once. He gagged as Harry bucked up into his mouth, causing the last bits of the sandwich to slip between his lips and down Harry’s length. Harry moaned and bucked again, the tip of him hitting the back of Louis’ throat violently, making the older male gag again as Harry came with a shudder.
“Shit, LOU!” Harry gripped Louis’ hair tight and Louis pulled off slightly as Harry came, not wanting to choke on the food and his cock. He did, however, lick as much come as he could. He ended up licking food up as well due to it being mixed in with come. Harry sighed and sat back, fully releasing his hold on Louis.
“C’mere. I wanna taste it.” His eyes were ablaze as he studied Louis, whose mouth was covered in sperm and food bits. Louis leaned closer until Harry’s hand was gripping at the base of his neck, pulling him in until their lips met. Harry licked at his lips hungrily, sending chills all over Louis’ body to the tips of his nerves. Harry bit his lip then ran his tongue over it as his grip grew tighter. Louis climbed into his lap and ground his hardened cock onto Harry’s stomach. Harry moaned and deepened the kiss, the mess from his cock now swirling between their mouths. It was too much for Louis to handle, too many kinks at once, so he pulled away with a gasp.
“You’re dirty,” Louis observed shakily.
“You need- we need to get clean.” Harry blinked up at him as he spoke, as if seeing him for the first time. The intensity in his gaze made chills erupt all over Louis’ body.
“Okay.” Harry’s voice was barely above a whisper. Louis closed his eyes and breathed. His stomach was tight with lust as he stood up and pulled Harry with him. The two of them made their way to the bathroom, Louis in front and Harry close behind, his hands on Louis hips and his cock rubbing against his boxer-clad bottom. Louis was so turned on he didn’t know what to do with himself. They arrived at the spacious bathroom and Louis went to turn on the shower. He pulled off his clothes at record speed, then pulled Harry along as he went under the spray. As soon as their feet hit the porcelain Harry pushed Louis against the wall and attacked his mouth with fervent kisses, his hands grasping tightly at Louis’ slippery skin. Louis moaned and melted into the kiss, all his bones turning to jelly. Whatever thought he had about actually using the shower to wash the gunk off their bodies was immediately casted away as he felt Harry’s hands move down and caress his ass. And yeah, this whole situation was supposed to be about him bringing Harry to his knees, not the other way around, but Louis would have a hard time explaining to his brain (and his cock) that he was supposed to be in control. So without further ado, Louis broke away from the kiss and turned around, his chest hitting the cold tile, his ass grinding back onto Harry’s cock wantonly. Harry moaned low in Louis’ ear and caressed his hole with the tip of his wet cock, teasing. Louis spread his legs wider and looked over his shoulder at Harry, whose eyes were down at the spot where Louis’ ass and his own cock met. Louis ground his ass back, indicating what he wanted. What he needed. Harry looked up at him then, still running his cock over Louis’ hole slowly.
“You look so fucking hot right now, waiting for me.” He licked his lips and Louis damn near lost it. (Fucking Harry.)
“You look so fucking hungry for me.”
“I am.” Louis moaned and concentrated on the feeling of Harry on him, teasing him.
“I am so goddamned hungry for you right now.”
“How hungry are you?” Harry murmured slowly.
“Tell me.”
“Ugh, more than I could put into words.” Louis leaned his forhead against the tile, his cock throbbing painfully against the wall. He longed to reach down and stroke it, but he knew he wouldn’t last long if he did so much as breathe on it.
“Just, shit, fuck me.”
“No,” Harry said, and Louis really tried to figure out the moment the tables turned. He whined and tried to push back onto his boyfriend, but Harry stopped him.
“I won’t fuck you unless I think you really want to be fucked.”
“I do,” Louis whined, scrunching his face up. His hole throbbed in time with his racing pulse as Harry continued his movements and teasing. “I want you to fuck me into the wall, Harry.” Harry moaned hotly, but otherwise made no move to further the interaction. “I don’t believe you,” he said quietly.
“Prove it. Beg for it.”
“Fuck,” Louis’ cock twitched at the roughness in Harry’s tone.
“I want- shit- I want you so bad right now, Harry. Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please shove your cock in me. I need it so bad, just fuck me.”
“Anything I want?” Louis heard the smirk underneath his tone. Harry was actually enjoying this. Fucker.
“Yes, fuck, anything.” Louis’ hips were bucking into the tile, his cock searching frantically for friction.
“I’ll be your whore, I’ll be your slut, anything you want, just fuck me hard, fuck me so hard Harry.” He felt Harry’s cock twitch against his hole and he moaned. “Say it again,” Harry breathed.
“Say you’ll be my whore.” “I’ll be your whore,” Louis obeyed.
“I’ll be your little cockslut, I’ll be your little sex slave, I’ll give you anything you ask for, you can do whatever you want to my body.” Louis was losing his dignity at an alarming rate, he knew, but the craving he had for Harry’s thick cock in his ass was more than enough to stomp out any part of him that still cared about dignity in a moment like this. He fucking wanted it.
“Louis fucking Tomlinson,” Harry said as he finally, finally stopped teasing and lined his cock up with Louis’ hole.
“Prepare for the fuck of your life, you little slut.”
“Fuck, yes,” Louis breathed, his stomach tightening. He loved hearing Harry call him names. He loved it when Harry badmouthed him as they fucked. Harry slipped his cock in with relative ease and Louis cried out as he was filled to the brim. He hadn’t even been stretched out, hadn’t prepared for this in any way, and the sudden feeling of Harry’s cock within him had his quivering and whimpering within seconds. Harry pulled out and slid back in, wasting no more time with teasing as he fucked up into Louis. He was rock hard and the sight of Louis’ plump ass always turned him on, this time more so because Louis was begging and whimpering and fuck. The pain he’d felt earlier was starting to ebb away as he pumped into Louis hard, fucking him into the wall. He tightened his grip on Louis hips, digging his nails in and biting his lip as Louis hissed.
“You’re such a tight little whore,” Harry moaned as he worked his hips.
“Such a fucking cockslut.”
“Ugh, yes, I’m your cockslut, Harry,” Louis kept his head to the wall as Harry pounded into him, filling him up only to pull out before filling him up again. Louis’ brain was screaming a thousand things at once and Louis couldn’t concentrate, forgot how to breathe, how to function, and only let himself live for the thrill of Harry fucking his brains out. Life should always be like this. Harry leaned down and attached his teeth to the curve between Louis shoulder and neck, biting down hard as he sped up his movements, so much so that the two of them were sliding against one another under the spray of the steaming water. Louis hissed and bucked into Harry’s cock, causing him to rut into the small bundle of nerve nestled inside Louis.
“Ah- Harry!” Louis tensed at the feeling, like being punched in the gut in the most pleasing way. Harry hit the spot again, grunting into Louis skin. Louis scrabbled at the tile, his senses on fire, burning through him. Once more Harry found the spot, and this time he fucked into it relentlessly making Louis scream and writhe and shudder, turning him into a fucked-out mess. Louis couldn’t handle anymore- his insides coiled up and spilled out, come spurting from his cock in fast feverish streaks. He cried out as he came, Harry’s name on his lips and in his veins and everywhere. His entire body shook with the strength of the orgasm, his hole clenching around Harry and bringing him to climax a second later. The two of them moaned out as they released, Louis rutting up into the tile and Harry rutting up into Louis, biting his shoulder harder than he’d ever had before. They came down from their high almost simultaneously, Harry pulling out before both of them sagged to their knees. Louis hit the porcelian tub first and Harry slid on top of him, a mess of limbs and slick skin. Harry placed his head on Louis’ shoulder, the unbitten one, and sighed heavily. “Dammit, Lou,’ he mumbled.
“This is what you’ve been planning?” Louis threw his arm over his eyes as the water continued to fall onto them.
“Not exactly in this order, but more or less.” Harry looked up at him through hazy eyes.
“For two days?” Louis whined in his throat.
“You think it was a bad idea.”
“No, no, I just,” Harry lay his head back down.
“Didn’t know you had it in you. And it’s only saturday. And it’s not even dark out yet.” Louis felt himself drift off.
“I know. I just wanted to please you…” He felt Harry shift, then soft lips against his own.
“I know. You did. You are.” He peeked underneath his arm to look at Harry. His eyes were bright.
“This is perfect.”
“Good.” Louis replaced his arm.
“That’s what I was aiming for.” And before he knew it, Louis had drifted off into a content slumber.
~
When he awoke, it was nighttime. He was in bed with Harry, their own bed, wrapped up warm and dry and around one another. Harry must’ve moved him to the room once he’d seen that Louis had fallen asleep. Louis leaned up on one elbow and looked down at his sleeping boy. How did he get so lucky? Without waking his boyfriend, Louis climbed out the bed and left the room. He figured they could have one more round before it got too late. He went back to the room where they’d spent the day and turned on the light. The room was just as they left it- the bondage frame upright, camera still on, plates on the bed, half-eaten sandwiches now crusted over. Louis’ stomach tightened slightly as he remembered the events from earlier, remembered Harry’s food kink. Louis would have found it laughable if the sight of Harry extremely turned on didn’t do things to his own hormones.
“Sandwiches, Harry, really.” Louis went to the chest at the end of the bed, the lid still propped open. The chest was filled with items- blinfolds, flavored lube, boxes of unopened condoms, a few types of whips, some bondage equipment, lighters. He didn’t know why in the world he had those- maybe Harry had a secret fire kink? Louis silently hoped that wasn’t the case, but after the sandwich incident he knew he could never be too sure. He rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. Louis smirked and stood up, leaving the room promptly and returing to Harry. When he went inside, Harry was still asleep, his breathing still deep and even. Louis closed the door behind him and crawled back into bed next to Harry. He watched him sleep, his face peaceful, before he reached out and pulled the blankets down slowly. Harry was clad in nothing but a clean pair of boxers that clung snugly to his hips. His tattoos stood out, stark black against his pale skin, his sparrows rising and falling as he breathed. Louis traced a finger over them, the biggest one first then the smallest one, his heart thumping loudly as he went. He sighed and glanced down at the bird that decorated his own arm, the compass above it. It was crazy to think about sometimes, the fierce amount of love and devotion they had towards one another. It was scary, thrilling, real. It made his head spin. Louis smiled softly as he admired Harry’s body. He counted the freckles that covered Harry’s skin, noticed every single distinction. He picked up the item he’d retrieved from the room and snapped it open. The sound reverberated throughout the room, but Harry was still fast asleep. Louis took the tip of the blade closer to Harry’s skin and ran it lightly over. Harry flinched slightly and Louis drew back, not wanting to cut him. A moment later he placed the blade again, running it softly from the bone of Harry’s hip up to his shoulder, light as a tickle of air. Harry sighed and blinked his eyes open. Louis ran the knife from one shoulder to the other, crossing Harry’s chest with as light a touch as he could muster without completely raising the blade.
“You have an interesting way of waking me up,” Harry said, his voice groggy. He didn’t move, however, and Louis was grateful. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. The space around them was quiet and calm, and Louis didn’t want to break that by being too loud. He ran the blade from Harry’s shoulder and down to his other hip bone, making the younger male shudder.
“Forgive me?”
“Nothing to forgive.” Harry kept his eyes on Louis as he took the knife lower, to his thigh, and swirled it in a cirlce. Harry gasped through his nose and shivered.
“You okay?” Louis took the knife back up, turning the blade flat as he dragged it over Harry’s cock. Harry closed his eyes and breathed until Louis was at the other thigh, then back up to his torso.
“You are so kinky,” Harry said, his tone laced with humor.
“I like that.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Louis took the tip of the knife up to one of Harry’s nipples, tweaking it lightly. Harry smiled down at him.
“You’re beautiful when you’re kinky,” he muttered through his endearing, lopsided grin. Louis blushed.
“You always think I’m beautiful.” He removed the knife and climbed over Harry, who turned to lay on his back, his hands behind his head. Louis took the knife and traced his arm tattoos as Harry continued to smile up at him.
“Stop smiling at me like that, you’re making me feel bad for the knife idea.”
“Sorry,” Harry said as he fought to hide his smile. He failed, rather miserably in Louis’ opinion.
“Carry on.” Louis rolled his eyes.
“You know what turns me on the most, about you?” He trailed the knife over Harry’s stomach in lazy circles.
“Tell me,” Harry responded, his voice deep. Louis placed the knife on the bed and leaned down until his mouth was by Harry’s ear. He raised a hand and ran it through Harry’s hair. Harry gasped tightly.
“Your curls.”
“Mmm,” Harry breathed.
“What do you like about ‘em?” Louis grabbed a handful and tugged. “They’re soft.” Harry hissed.
“And… ugh, curly.”
“Louis…” Harry looked up at him, his eyes bright. Louis released his hold and tugged again. Harry moaned softly. He picked up the knife again and trailed it across Harry’s stomach. Harry moaned again and bucked softly into Louis’ hips.
“You’re dirty,” Harry smirked. Louis smiled down at him. “You make me dirty.” Harry ground up into him.
“You make me hard.” Louis glanced down at Harry’s hard-on between them and smirked. He trailed the knife up Harry’s chest and yanked his hair again.
“You like that?” Harry started to rut up into him.
“Yes, hmm.” Louis looked down into Harry’s face as he stroked the knife along Harry’s body and scratched his scalp lightly. Harry shuddered and turned his face into Louis’ arm, peppering it with kisses.
“Louis, I can’t…” Harry whimpered, “I’m not gonna last, you’ve been fucking me all day…”
“Aww, that’s okay babe,” Louis cooed, smiling as Harry humped his thigh. “I just wanted to see you come undone once more tonight. You look beautiful.” Harry breathed heavily against Louis’ arm.
“R…really?” Louis trailed the knife down to Harry’s crotch, the tip of it sending shocks through his cock and making him buck and writhe. “Really.” Harry hissed and bit down on Louis’ arm as he came. Louis smiled down at his glowing face and placed the knife on the bed next to them. Harry jerked and bucked into Louis’ hip, digging his fingers into the skin on Louis’ back. Louis let him, waited until he came down from his high to pepper kisses over his pink, swollen, parted lips.
“You,” a kiss, “are so,” another kiss- Harry whimpered, “so beautiful when you come.”
“I…” Harry breathed and closed his eyes tight. “Louis, I love you.” Louis smiled.
“I love you too. Now go back to sleep, you’re so tired.” Harry smiled into Louis’ skin as he drifted off.
“More tomorrow?” Louis watched him fondly, then reached over and turned out the light.
“More tomorrow.”
~
Louis wasn’t sure how he let this happen. He wasn’t sure how the fuck he let this happen.
“Harry…”
“You’re good, it’s okay. You’re okay.”
“Why, Harry? What did I do to deserve this?” Harry looked up at him from his position on the bed.
“Did you forget about yesterday? You know, cock ring, bondage thing, the sandwiches?”
“Hey, woah!” Louis tried to look down at Harry, but could see nothing more than the tips of his curls.
“That was your idea!”
“And I enjoyed every moment of it,” Harry smirked.
“Now hush, you, and enjoy this.” Louis sighed and leaned his head back against the pillows.
“Damn you, Harry,” he muttered to himself. (He was so sure he’d wake up before Harry. But by the time Louis rolled over, Harry’s side of the bed was empty and cold. Louis sat bolt upright and flung the blankets back, making his way to their special room. The door was open and Harry was in there, rummaging through his box. Louis groaned.
“Well, well, Tomlinson,” Harry said.
“You’ve got quite a collection here. Looks like I’ll be having fun today, but… lighters?” Louis would be annoyed at himself if he wasn’t so excited.
“I figured you’d probably have a fire kink or something.” Harry smiled.
“Sounds interesting. But not for me. Now,” he stood up, a bundle of leather in his hand.
“This harness looks intriguing…”
“Harry, just…” Louis sighed. He couldn’t feel his hands.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Wow, controlling much?” Harry joked. He pulled at a few straps and sat up.
“There. Just wanted to make sure you’re in there tight.”
“Tight.” Harry chuckled.
“You’re such a freak.”
“You sure? I mean, considering the harness…” Louis sighed. His hands and legs were strung up, his legs bent at the knee up to his shoulders and spread apart by the leather straps, hands tied together on his chest, everything wrapped up in the harness. His cock was out and hard against his stomach, his hole open for Harry’s viewing pleasure. He felt vulnerable. He felt like he was on fire.
“Was it this bad yesterday?” He looked over as Harry stepped out of his clothes.
“Well, I woke up bound and blindfolded, so,” He smiled. He picked up a policeman belt and slung it around his waist.
“It’s nowhere near as bad as it was yesterday. At least you woke up on your own. Now let me kiss you.” Louis hummed as Harry leaned down and planted soft kisses on his lips, swiping his tongue out slowly across Louis’ lower lip. Louis moaned and Harry pulled away.
“Now,” Harry said, walking to the chest and taking out a small whip, his voice suddenly serious.
“Now I’ve got you, you criminal! You’ve been robbing banks all over England, stealing money out of our citzen’s hands! You’re thieving days are over, Tomlinson!” Louis giggled.
“What.” “C’mon, Lou,” Harry whined.
“You’re the criminal, I’m the cop, I’ve finally caught you. Try to keep up here.” Louis fought his smile.
“Yeah, okay, I’m the criminal. Got it.”
“Okay.” Harry straightened up again and frowned. Louis found it hopelessly cute- he didn’t look threatening at all.
“You’ve finally been caught, Tomlinson! Now it’s time for your punishment!”
“Oh no, whatever will you do, officer- no, wait- Detective Styles!” Louis smiled, then added in an undertone,
“You’re hotter as a detective.” Harry fought the urge to laugh.
“Stay in character, Lou! And don’t sound like you’re reading lines in a fifth-year play. Ahem.” Harry flicked the whip.
“I’m going to show you how to be a good little boy, Tomlinson. You’re going to be very disciplined when I’m finished with you!”
"I don’t think I will, thanks,” Louis replied cockily. His cock was leaking- Harry’s little policeman belt was such a turn on. He didn’t even know he had that. He nearly laughed as Harry flicked the whip and tapped him lightly on the arm.
“You’re under my control now, Tomlinson.” Harry growled. Louis found it unbelieveably sexy.
“Now hush.” Harry climbed onto the bed and leaned over Louis, his breath hot on Louis’ chest.
“You look so fucking sexy, you little thief.”
“You know,” Louis flirted,
“I’ve been waiting for you to catch me, Detective. I’ve wanted you for so long…” Louis licked his lips slowly, knowing what it did to Harry.
“I’ve been dreaming about you, Detective Styles. Dreaming about you fucking me… ramming your cock inside me, owning me… are you going to own me, Detective?” He looked up at Harry through his eye lashes. Harry growled.
“More than you’d ever been owned before.” Louis moaned as one of Harry’s large hands trailed down his restrained body and to his cock. Harry wrapped his hand around the girth of it, gripping it loosely and rubbing up and down slowly. Louis shuddered and bit his lip, watching Harry as his cheeks flushed. Harry removed his hand from Louis cock (much to Louis’ chargin) and down to his hole. He fingered the entrance for a few moments, sticking the tip of his finger in before pulling away. He moved down until his face was inches from Louis’ throbbing cock. His lips parted, he took Louis’ cock once more and slipped the head of it in between his sinfully beautiful lips. Louis moaned low in his throat, bucking lightly as Harry sucked him. Harry had been wanting this for the longest time. He craved Louis cock. Japan felt like so long ago.
"Oh shit, Detective…” Louis moaned. Harry whimpered at the name, growing harder at the thought that Louis was still so into his role.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“You taste so fucking good,” Harry said between licks.
"I’ve wanted to suck your cock for so long, wanted to taste you in my mouth for so fucking long…”
"Dammit.” Louis’ breathing was ragged in his chest. Harry hollowed his cheeks and took all of Louis in, lowering his larynx to prevent from gagging. He had wanted to make this last, wanted to spend the rest of his life sucking Louis’ cock because he fucking missed it dammit, but hell if he could wait and prolong it. Louis just tasted so good, hot and salty and heavy against his tongue. He would cry if he weren’t so eager to suck him. Louis cried out as Harry twisted the base of his cock in his hand, as he sucked him off with a passion so deep it made Louis want to write odes and sonnets based off the sheer beauty of it.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Detective,” he rasped out.
“You taste so good, Tomlinson,” Harry moaned.
“You taste so good, I just want to suck you off forever, you make me live for this shit…” He bent forward once more and sucked hard, his head bobbing quickly as he could move it.
“Detective, I, shit, I’m gonna…” Harry nodded, egging Louis on.
“Do it,” he said between licks.
“I want you to come, come in my mouth so fucking hard, I wanna taste your come, lick it like ice cream, every last drop, I want you to come all over my face, watch me lick it up…” That did it. Louis cried out and came, hard, the salty substance hitting the back of Harry’s mouth and sliding slowly down his throat. Harry moaned and pulled off, letting Louis’ come hit him hard in the face. He closed his eyes and moaned, licking as much as he could and letting the rest hit him full-on. Louis bucked as he came, his thighs shaking. Harry leaned down and sucked the last of Louis’ come from him, swirling it around his tongue, remembering it, before swallowing. He pulled off as Louis came down from his high, his sight blocked by the come that dripped into his eyes.
“Shit, Harry,” Louis said as he looked up at Harry’s face. Harry licked his lips, and gulped.
“I like the way you taste,” Harry murmured.
“I like the way your come tastes. I love sucking your cock.” He swiped a finger along his cheek and slipped it into his mouth.
“Do I look like a comeslut, Louis?” He swiped at his eyes and licked the semen off his fingers.
“Do you like seeing me like this?”
“Oh, fuck yes, Harry,” Louis breathed out.
“So much.”
“Call me your comeslut, Louis.”
“You are my fucking comeslut, Harry.” Louis’ cock obviously didn’t understand the meaning of the word finished, for it was semi-hard once more. Seeing Harry with his come on his face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Louis watched him as he cleaned his face of the come. Harry then leaned down and kissed Louis, his tongue swirling around the other male’s. Louis moaned up into his mouth and deepened the kiss, wanting so bad to pull Harry in by the base of the neck and keep him there. Harry moaned openly and moved away to trail kisses and nibbles along Louis’ jaw and neck. Louis breathed deeply, Harry’s heat enveloping him, making his temperature rise.
“Harry,” he moaned, his head back.
“I need you inside of me, please, Harry…”
"No,” Harry said as he straightened up, “not just Harry.” He pulled away and climbed off the bed, smirking. Louis licked his lips, tasting himself and Harry’s sweat rolled into a delicious mixture. Harry shed the policeman belt and made his way to the chest, his cock hard and swinging freely. Louis wanted to run his fingers along it, to take it into his mouth and slurp all over it. Harry kneeled down by the chest then stood a moment later. Moving quickly, he pulled on a pair of loose yellow pants with red suspenders. He slapped a red plastic hat on his head and smiled.
“Fireman Harry.” Louis grunted and closed his eyes. What was that thing he was supposed to do with his lungs, that breathing thing? Yeah, he didn’t know what that was anymore. He looked up to see Harry standing at the end of the bed, flexing his muscles. Louis nearly came right there on the spot. He was ready to hand his ass over to Harry on a silver fucking platter. Seeing the way the suspenders gripped tightly around Harry’s massive shoulders, the way the pants hung just enough so Louis could see the top of Harry’s bushel of hair that led to his cock, it made him want to jump from a speeding bullet train. He was very sure that would hurt less.
“Harry…” Louis moaned. Harry flexed his arms up by his head and kept them there, looking down at Louis.
“No need to worry sir, Fireman Harry is here to save you!” Louis bit his lip and whimpered. How was he supposed to have normal brain functions with all that standing in front of him? He cleared his throat.
“Fireman Harry, you’re my savior!” Harry smirked, glad Louis was playing along, and flexed his arms again. Louis’ whimper for help filtered into the room. He loved seeing Louis’ turned-on face, love the way his eyebrows furrowed and lips shook. He especially loved being the one that did it to him.
“Yes,” Harry said, his voice deep,
“I am. I have saved you from a fire that could have killed you.”
“Let me repay you.” Louis shifted his ass higher into the air, his hole in plain sight. Harry moaned and bit his lip, and Louis knew he was so lucky he was restrained, otherwise he would have jumped up and hopped on Harry’s cock himself.
“Shit, Louis…” Harry went over to the bed and made to climb on it, before pulling back and snapping his fingers in rememberance. “Almost forgot something.” He leaned over the chest once more and pulled out a small spray bottle, and Louis nearly cried.
“You’re not going to use that on me, will you?” He whimpered. Harry feigned hurt.
“Louis, what kind of boyfriend do you think I am? To be so insensitive, so cruel as to spray desensitizer on you to make sure you don’t come?” Harry smiled.
“Actually, yeah, I am. As way of… thanks for the vibrating cock ring.” Louis groaned as Harry opened the container and sprayed a small amount onto Louis’ stiff cock. Louis hissed as the cool liquid fell down onto his length. Harry tossed the bottle over his shoulder.
“There. Now, where were we?- oh yes,” He climbed back onto the bed and smiled down at Louis.
“Don’t worry, sir. Fireman Harry will take good care of you.”
“You better,” Louis mumbled as Harry leaned down and kissed him. His hand trailed down to Louis’ hole, pushing in two fingers at once and opening him up. Louis hissed and bit Harry’s lip. Harry groaned and pushed his fingers in further, curling them upward and into Louis’ prostate. Louis cried out, his cock throbbed, and oh how he wished he could touch himself, touch Harry, touch something. He closed his eyes and released Harr’y lip from his hold.
“You ready for this cock, Tomlinson?” Harry mumbled against Louis’ ear.
“Ready for me to fuck you into the bed?”
“Ugh, yes, Fireman Harry, please,” Louis bucked up into the fingers, pushing down on them as quickly as he could, and Harry immediately pulled them out. Louis cried out in complaint, but quieted down when Harry lined his leaking cock up with his outstretched hole.
“You’re gonna take this cock deep, Tomlinson.” Harry pushed in a milisecond later, sliding into the heat until he was fully sheathed inside. Louis had his eyes closed, Harry’s cock causing his hole to sqeeze tightly.
“Open up,” Harry rasped.
“Fuck,” Louis said, relaxing. He hadn’t realized how much he missed having Harry inside of him, stretching him, filling him, until just now. He really needed to do this more often. Harry pulled out and slammed back in, wasting no time in kicking up a deliciously painful rhythm. Louis arched off the bed, the position of his legs causing Harry to hit his prostate on every pump.
“N-no…” Louis moaned out.
“Harry, fuck, you’re so big, you’re too much…”
“Like this cock in your ass?” Harry’s voice was deep and demanding, and Louis whimpered.
“Love it so much, Fireman Harry. Love having your cock inside me.” Harry repositioned himself until he was right above Louis, looking down at him. He continued fucking down into him, ravishing his hole with long, deep thrusts. Louis felt his eyes prick with tears. It was just so damned good.
“Fuck me harder, shit..” Harry’s breath hitched and he sped up his movements, his hips snapping hard into Louis’ ass. Louis wanted to scratch along Harry’s back so bad, wanted to pull him close and bite down on his shoulder blade. He wanted so much right now, but all he could think about was Harry and his cock making him come undone.
“FuckfuckfuckshitHarrydammitfuck…” Harry smiled down at him, the Cheshire cat he is, Louis wanted to slap him. He looked so pleased with himself, with unraveling Louis in just a short amount of time, turning him into molasses. Louis wanted to cry.
“Harry…shit, I just…” Harry sat up and fucked into him ever more harshly, sweat gathering on his brow. Louis watched his cheeks flush as he worried over his lip, his eyes closed and face screwed up in pleasure. A moment later, though, Harry slowed to a stop and pulled out.
“Harry- what-” Harry reached down and undid the harness Louis was wearing and pulled it off. Louis groaned as his bones cracked and muscles stretched, feeling renewed.
“Harry,” he tried again,“what are you-“ In a matter of seconds Louis found himself being flipped over by Harry’s strong hands, and he landed on his stomach. His cock rubbed against the sheets and Louis gasped. Harry grabbed him by the waist and pulled him up, until he was on his hands and knees, spread open.
“Wanna fuck you right,” he said lowly in Louis ear as he slipped back inside. Louis whimpered and held onto the headboard, allowing Harry to work back up to his pace. Louis hung his head and moaned, finding comfort in Harry’s constant pounding. It didn’t last long, however, as Harry was seemlingly quite impatient, and he came hot inside of Louis, shuddering and mumbling above him, riding out his orgasm. Louis sucked in a breath as he felt himself being filled up. His own cock throbbed needfully, unable to release due to the spray. Damn Harry. Harry pulled out a moment later and stood from the bed. Louis sat down and shuddered at the feeling of his come oozing out of his ass. Harry picked up some fabrics and tossed them at Louis.
“Here, wear this,” he said, his voice hoarse.
“Go change into it.”
“O..kay…” Louis was confused. Harry had finished so quickly he had barely even started. Louis stood up and left the room, scurrying to the bathroom to quickly change. He fought the urge to jerk himself while he was alone, and when he finally donned the outfit, he felt like he should have been given some sort of medal. The outfit was very skimpy- skin tight tank top that hung low in the front, a pair of black leather shorts that rounded out his ass nicely. He observed himself in the mirror, liking what he saw, before returning to the room. Upon opening the door, the first thing he noticed was the floor-to-ceiling silver pole in the middle of the room.
“Harry, what…”
“C’mon,” Harry said. He was still in his fireman outfit (and good lord was the boy fit, Louis wanted to get down on his knees and praise the heavens) sitting in a chair in front of the pole. He had dislodged the camera from the stand and held it in his hand, turning it to Louis.
“Dance for me.” Louis swallowed tightly, the look in Harry’s eyes making him feel hot and flushed all over.
“Yeah?” Harry nodded towards the pole.
“Yeah.” Louis bit his lip playfully and strut over. He grasped the cool metal in his hand and spun around slowly.
“Like this?” Harry repositioned the camera.
“Just like that, babe, just like that.” Louis smiled into the lens then turned around, gripping the pole in both hands and stroking it. He could feel Harry’s eyes on him, watching him, and it made him dizzy with arousal. He turned back to face his boyfriend, his hands above him on the pole behind him. The two of them locked eyes as Louis ground back onto the metal, then slid down to his knees and spread his legs. Harry moaned at the hard-on straining against Louis’ shorts, the noise making it twitch. Louis stood up in one fluid motion, swinging around the pole once before jumping and clamping his legs on either side of it. He moaned and slid down slowly, delicately, smirking to himself at the sight of Harry, flushed and hard.
“You like watching me?” Louis asked, breathless. He gripped the pole and started to body-grind on it, his cock sliding against the cool metal. Harry moaned, his hands shaky.
“Love watching you,” he replied, just as breathless as Louis. Louis held onto the pole as he turned around and bent over, spreading his legs and sticking his ass out for Harry to see. Harry moaned again, the noise broken, and Louis smiled. He kept sliding his hands down until they were at the base of the pole, until his ass stuck out high in the air. He trailed a hand up along his inner thigh before standing upright and spinning in place to face Harry. Harry was completely gone, the camera tilted to the side a bit and his hand inside his large fireman pants. He was panting slightly, his eyes never leaving Louis for a second.
“You’re so good with that pole, Lou,” Harry breathed. Louis smirked, then jumped up again before wrapping one leg around and sliding downward in a spiral.
“Thank you.”
“Shit,” Harry had almost completely dropped the camera now, his face so beyond flushed. Lous faced him once more and winded his hips to imaginary music. He kept one hand on the pole and trailed the other slowly, tantalizingly down his body, stopping at his cock and pushing the heel of his hand into it. He moaned and closed his eyes.
“Wanna feel you inside of me,” Louis begged.
“I wanna ride you.”
“Fuck.” A moment later the camera was thrown to the bed and Harry was upon him, ravishing his throat with his mouth and roaming his hands to any part of Louis he could reach.
“You look so fucking hot, Lou,” Harry praised.
“So fucking sexy.”
“Fuck me,” Louis murmured.
“Let me ride your cock.”
“Shit!” Harry backed up until they were both in the chair, Louis sitting astride Harry’s thighs, grinding into each other. Harry moaned and ran his hands along Louis’ back. Louis pulled his shorts down just below his ass and reached inside Harry’s pants. He found his cock and grasped it, causing Harry to cry out in pleasure. Louis pulled it free and positioned himself, sliding down on the cock much like he did the pole a moment ago. Both boys moaned at the friction it created. Louis began fucking him immediately, his hands braced on Harry’s shoulders as he bounced on the thick cock inside of him. Harry helped make it even more incredible by bouncing up into him, their hips meeting midair. He reached between them and held onto Louis’ cock, stroking it tightly and flicking at the head.
“ShitfuckLouisfuckfuckfuck,” Harry breathed into his neck.
“YoufuckmesogoodLoufuckmesogood.” The muscles in Louis’ legs were screaming in pain, but he was so close and he wasn’t going to stop now. He looked down and Harry and pushed some of his damp hair out of his eyes, the fireman’s hat clattering to the floor. Harry pumped up into him faster, heat coiling low in both their bellies, teeth everywhere, nails digging deep, skin on skin and friction building- Louis felt himself explode, stars popping up into his eyes as he came all across both their stomachs. He clenched tightly and Harry came a second later, bursting his seed inside of Louis with such force Louis could feel it hit his inner walls. Harry cried out, the sound strangled as Louis rode them both through their orgasms. They worked their way through the waves together, came down from their highs together, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Louis slowed and stopped his movements before pulling off of Harry and slumping into his chest. Harry sighed and sagged back into the chair, placing his head on Louis’ shoulder, just as Louis was doing to him. The two of them lay still for a moment, still hazy and spent, still coming back to reality. Five mintues passed before Louis stood up and dragged Harry with him, the pair wobbling out of the sex-filled room and back to their own, falling onto the bed unceremoniously and curling around one another.
“What a weekend.” Harry sighed out.
“Mmm,” Louis agreed, nodding. He opened his tired eyes and looked into Harry’s, neither saying a word, leaving their connection to do all the talking for them. Louis nodded at the amount of love and happiness radiating from the other boy and pulled Harry into him, snuggling into his shoulder and falling asleep to the sound of his deep, relaxed breathing.
~
“So, how was your weekend, boys?” It was Monday, boring old Monday, and they were all back at work, preparing for the tour. Harry looked up at Niall as he spoke, and Louis smiled to himself.
“Is that a legitimate question?”
“Yeah,” Niall responded, quirking an eyebrow at Harry.
“How’d you spend your weekend?” Louis smirked deeper and looked up at Harry, who was also smirking. Louis looked away first, hiding a chuckle behind his tone.
“Hands and knees for two days straight, Niall.”
Niall groaned
….. Whats good?
I g ot no control 😏
#larrysmut #larrystylinson #larry
Mine - L 💙
larry texting
Louis: hey babe what are you doing
Louis: babyy how are you
Harry: calm down, no need to double text
Louis: do i look like i care if i double text
Louis: i'll fucking triple text
Louis: buzz buzz it's me with the fifth text bitch
Louis: i'm not wasting my money on anything stupid, why would you assume shit?
Liam: you literally just bought ice cream machines worth thousands of pounds EACH for all mcdonalds near your fucking house!
Louis: as i said! i don't waste my money on stupid shit!!
Harry being an introvert? LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!! WE STAN A INTROVERTED POP KING THATS MISUNDERSTOOD!!!
“sensitive,” “a bit of a loner,” “a bit of a closed book,” “quiet,” seen hanging out by himself a lot (behind the album documentary anyone???? yes), enjoys being the center of attention and then dropping off the face of the earth for a long time, wants to talk to people but doesn’t always want to be the one to initiate it, all his friends indulge his weirdness, he’s an aquarius (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), emotionally guarded in conversation but conveys a lot of it through art, writes a LOT of songs about miscommunication and also about being alone, just a genuinely sweet quiet introverted bby :’( im crying now
Can you explain to me what happen in the whole Dallas,Texas with freshly fucked Harry , I didn't really pay attention do that. Thanks :)
Oh dear. Ok. Please, I’m going to need you to pay attention right now then because this is so so so SO important.
The boys went to Dallas (technically Frisco) back in 2012 to do a special show and some promo. Harry and Louis were joined at the hip being domestic and needy and clingy and blehhhhhh the entire day
How do we even HAVE this picture???? You just know Louis was whispering a thousand filthy things into Harry’s ear.
And shortly after that I’m sure they found a broom closet or a sound proof dressing room or SOMETHING because….
Harry. was. wrecked.
Let’s make a check list shall we?
Glassy eyes.
Messy curls.
SWOLLEN LIPS. SERIOUSLY DO YOU SEE THEM????
Flushed cheeks. MAC has to have a blush that matches this color. And if it isn’t called Frisco or Dallas then I think the cosmetic people need to rethink their life choices.
It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what went on here
HE LOOKS SO OUT OF IT. HARRY THIS IS OBSCENE
And who do you think was to blame for the state Harry was in? This little guy right here. Just look at him. So proud. Glassy eyed, flushed cheeked little casanova. That’s the smile of a boy who just fucked Harry Styles’ brains out yep.
They were both so sweaty. Like………????????
“Take it Harry take it! Just like you took it a few hours ago”
Louis…./LOUIS/…. someone is ready to go again
During the show they were all over each other toooo. He’s rolling up Harry’s sleeves. Somebody make this stop ffs
A tame visual of what happened earlier/what probably happened again later
cuddles <333
So that’s the story of Dallas. I hope it was a very educational experience for you :)
Everyone wants to know what happened that day... 🌚
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Niall: everytime i think.. i take 10 damage
Liam: Niall? It's 4 am, why are you baking a cake? And what's with the party decorations and sweets?
Niall: I'm celebrating the death of my sleep schedule and sanity, Want a cookie?
Niall: I'm fine
Zayn: You don't look fine
Niall: Then stop looking