A gasp. A cry. Louis suddenly sat up in bed. His breath jagged, his whole body was thrown in a fit of shakes and a cold sweat. A nightmare. One hadn't come to arise in so many months, yet it seems like years, he had actually forgotten the last time he'd felt so shaken, the last time he'd be so terrified. It was more of a night terror, nightmare didn't come close to the fear he felt, it was so much more severer than that. His shaking arms wrapped around himself. He wished calmness on himself.
Harry..? Where's Harry?
He then remembered. He wasn't with him. He wasn't in the room. He was nowhere near him. They were on tour, and everyone had been vacated separate rooms to spend the night in, even Louis and Harry. He thought it was cruel, to separate them both, but he didn't say a word, he didn't want his motives to be questioned. He wanted to be with Harry, right at this moment. He was so familiar with his company, so used to having him around, being by his side, even while he slept. He wasn't surprised he had a nightmare, Harry kept him calm, kept him sane, even when everything seemed to be going wrong in his life, Harry was always there for him, there to hug him and tell him everything would be all right, and make some witty joke to cheer him up. He couldn't deny that he didn't enjoy spending time with the boy, in fact he loved it. How they would mess around, laugh at nearly everything, how he would mess with his hair, how he could hold hands with him...
Shut up Louis!
He threw his head in his lap, trying the get the thought to leave his head. It wouldn't.
No no no nonononono...
He didn't want to think these things, but it couldn't be helped. Not a day went by without him thinking what it would be like to have Harry genuinely care about him, not that he didn't already, but the type of caring that...Only lovers felt. For Harry to gently hold his hand, tenderly kiss him whenever he wanted, to be able hug each other while they slept. To wake up next to the boy smiling down at him and saying "how did I ever deserve a guy like you?"
He tried to deny what he felt for the boy, and that he may even love him. A flush grew on his cheeks. He knew it was wrong for him to love Harry, it felt wrong. Louis knew other people would find it wrong also, if he told them. But he could never bring himself to do it. It's something he would tell Harry, a best friend.
He didn't understand why he wasn't interested in girls, maybe he was. But it seemed suppressed by this over-powering emotion that was taking over his being. He remembered that he was previously attracted to girls, but it was never as powerful of a feeling as it was now. His previous girlfriends were few, he told them he loved them, but he always saw them as a best friend or a companion, never as a serious lover. Maybe he was gay. But he didn't ever recall looking at another boy and thinking yeah, I'd have a relationship with him, I could really love this guy.
It was only ever Harry.
So badly he wanted to tell him...
But he was scared, scared what people would say, what Harry would say. Oh God, if Harry knew. What would he do? Probably reject him completely, tell everyone, be banned from ever seeing him...
Tears began to spill. The thought of Harry hating him, not wanting to see him, just because he said he loved him, it killed him. Maybe it was that fear which stopped him from saying a word, fear of rejection from Harry. That thought may have even more frightening than his night terror.
"...Ha-harry.." Louis whispered to the air, not getting a reply.
He didn't know whether he should go and tell Harry about his nightmare or just not to bother, he didn't want to bother him while he was sleeping, he'd probably get annoyed, tell him to go back to bed, leave him alone. But he wanted desperately for someone to comfort him, he wanted Harry to comfort him, he didn't want to be alone, he hated it, so much.
Eventually that fear took over him. The darkness beginning suffocating him, ready to steal him away and murder him silently.
Fuck it, he thought.
He jumped out of bed, threw on his glasses that was sitting on his bed side table and ran to the door, not before grabbing his murky purple beanie to hide his bed-head, gripping the handle tightly and ripping it open. The hallway light flooded in, the artificial light blinding Louis. He grabbed the key that was sitting on the small table beside the door and shoved it in his grey joggers pocket with shaking hands. He shuffled outside and slowly shut the door behind him, he found it extremely hard to stop himself from shaking. He wrapped his arms around himself again, trying to control the quiver and manoeuvred down the hallway quietly. Louis tried to remember which door was Harry's, this was difficult, seeming his mind was all over the place, sometimes going back to his nightmare, Harry, Harry rejecting him..
He shook his head, and kept an eye on where he was going. Louis reminded himself that Harry wasn't going to be angry at him, that he was going to tell him to stop being a wimp and go back to bed, he hoped his best friend would comfort him. Louis tiptoed down the travel lodge hallways, trying not to wake everyone else who was sleeping. He wondered why Harry's door was so far away from his own, it was almost on the other side of the building. He almost forgot where he was going. But he remembered where Harry's door was, he was in there earlier, because the tour manager told them to get some sleep, unfortunately there was only one bed in Harry's room, so he couldn't stay.
He finally came to Harry's door, and hesitantly brought his shaking fist up to knock on the door, rapping it. He waited, he arms returning around his waist. The door handle slowly went down with a creek and the door slowly opened on its hinges. Harry's head peeped out from behind the wooden panel, messy curls surrounding his face, only plain joggers sitting on his hips. He eyes barely open, the tiredness trying to close them, the bright light from the hallway shone over him. Harry lifted his arm up to defend his eyes. He noticed his best friend standing in the doorway, shaking like a leaf, wet trails forming on his cheeks. He was taken aback by his friends appearance, it quickly bringing to more of an awakened state.
"...What is it Louis?" Concern sitting on his words.
"I-I had a nightmare...A-and I missed you"
Louis' hands jumped to his mouth, stuffing his jumper sleeve into it. He hoped Harry didn't notice his mistake, that rise of dread began to fill his body, making him shake more. Fuck, what was Harry going to say?
"Missed me? You saw me a few hours ago..." his eyes going soft, taking his arm down from in front of his eyes, smiling.
Relief flooded Louis completely, even a small sigh left him.
"...P-please can I come in?"
Harry moved out of the way and let Louis shuffle into his room, slowly dragging his feet. The door slowly shut behind him and the lock turned. Louis had made his way to Harry's bed was curled up at the end of it, rocking; the teenage boy shaking mildly. Harry sat next to him; he could tell Louis was scared, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. He could see his hands up to his mouth, biting his grey hoody, fear lurking in his eyes. All he could do was stare at him, this sight was ever so rare, maybe the first time he'd ever seen the boy so frightened.
"Tell me about the nightmare Lou" He tried to sound as concerned as he was, but the tiredness was making him lack.
Louis hesitated, his eyes now only visible above he knees, he wasn't really sure he wanted to tell Harry, he didn't want his best friend to think any different of him, he cared too much about his opinion...
"...Lou, please tell me"
Louis let out a shaky sigh.
"I was in the middle of a forest, it was snowing, it was so cold I couldn't feel my fingers and the rest of my body just...Hurt. I was running, I didn't dare turn around to see what it was, I just knew I had to run. It was horrific, I was running but I was getting nowhere, as if my legs wouldn't work. Then I came to an iced-over lake, I couldn't turn around and run back, so I ran over the lake, I kept falling and slipping. Then, I fell, but I fell through the ice, but when I went through it, it iced over immediately. I tired to scream and break the ice but I couldn't! I couldn't breath or barely move, I-I... All I remember thinking was the I was going to d-die alone..."
He saw Louis' eyes still looking at the floor, but not concentrating, worry sat heavily in his orbs of blue. Harry let out a sigh, he moved closer to the frightened teen and wrapped his arms around him, forcing Louis' head on his bare chest. Louis' ear was pressed up just over his heart, listening to it thump steadily, while he could hear his own, beating away at what felt like 100 mile per hour. Even though the fear was still lurking in him, he couldn't help but feel so much safer with Harry's arms around him, making sure he was still there, existing. He didn't care if he was uncomfortable in the position he was in, all he wanted was to be with Harry.
Louis slowly removed his arms from around his legs, letting them fall to the floor, him removing his tight grip on his pyjama pants, and manoeuvred his arms around Harry's body. His hands now shakily gripping Harry's waist, lightly digging into his skin. Harry let out a sigh.
"Everything's going to be fine Lou, I'm not going anywhere"
A sniff. The pure delight and hope he felt with those words spoken. Louis didn't know what he would do if Harry went anywhere, leaving him on his own, he didn't want to think about it. He felt tears running down his cheeks, the salty taste hitting his lips as they began to shake. he didn't know what he would do without Harry, he'd gotten so used to his company, being his best friend, maybe being something more..
He sniffed again, slowly lifting his head to look into Harry's eyes. He couldn't look away, never taking his sight away from his face. Harry lifted his hand to wipe away the still-falling tears from Louis' face, it made him worry to see him so upset, he wouldn't think that a silly dream would have bothered Louis so much, he thought he would have just slept it off or something, obviously not, something else much be up.
Harry's hands felt so warm up against Louis' cheeks, it surprised him they were sitting there, it was hard to resist the strong urge to put his hands over them. Louis finally pulled himself out of his thoughts, to find Harry staring at him intently. A silent seriousness dropped into the atmosphere, and to him it didn't seem friendly. At all. A strange feeling of fear began to lurk.
"Tell me what's really going on Louis, a stupid dream wouldn't bring you here, and it wouldn't have made you so upset. I need to know"
Louis couldn't help but go silent at his words, paralysed on the spot. Even though he could hear the consideration in his voice, Harry had still said them with an underlying seriousness. The teen would usually wean information out of him with smooth talking, the occasional tease, but never was he as direct as he was now. Louis started to shiver. Harry's hands got mildly tighter around his face, Louis brought his quivering hands and wrapped them around Harry's wrists. Did Harry think that Louis was purposely messing him around? That it was some sick joke of his, to come to his room late at night, and pretend that he was upset? It filled him with slight dread and discouragement to think that Harry thought he was playing some cheap trick. Maybe he had psyched him out, finally coming to understand why Louis had such a dependence on him.
The look on Harry's face never left. Concern was spinning in his eyes, but the stern look chilled him, looking right through Louis like glass, penetrating him with his eyes, looking at every crack of his being.
Their lips touched.
Harry's eyes went wide. Shock completely overtook him. His limbs refused to move, welded in place. The option of pulling away now being completely taken from grasp. His lips slowly began to move, pressing against Louis', his hands never leaving his cheeks. The feeling of warm moisture started to become apparent to his fingertips. Pulling away, he looked worryingly at Louis. He was in a flood of tears, his whole body was wrecked with quivers, cheeks red and wet.
"I-I'm so sorry..." Whimpered Louis.
Louis started to pull away from Harry's grip. He was so embarrassed. The barriers were threatening to break. He wanted to leave, his instinct to run away from humiliation began to kick in. He couldn't bear to look Harry in the eyes after what he just did, will Harry ever talk to him again? Will he even look at him..?
He began to pull Harry's hands off from around his face, he couldn't stay here any longer.
Harry quickly leaned in to take Louis' mouth on his own, keeping his hands firmly attached to Louis' face, even with him persisting to let him go. Harry pulled away slowly, letting Louis come to terms with what just happened.
Harry removed his hands from Louis' face and wrapped them around his waist and pulled him in close against his body, letting Louis' head rest on his shoulder.
"...It's fine Lou, it's fine.."
Louis shuffled his head into the crook of Harry's neck and wrapped his arms around his torso.
"..Was that what you were worrying about?" Whispered Harry.
He felt a slow nod against his neck. He pulled his arm from around Louis, and placed his hand lightly on the back of his head, running his fingers through his hair. Louis felt himself relax against the other boy, realising that he had nothing to worry about now. He was so worried that Harry was going to confront him about his feelings that he had to act, to show him before he had a chance to accuse him.
"Hmm?" Came a quiet mumble from the boy.
"..Do you really like me?"
A slow but hesitant nod came from Louis, there was no point hiding his feelings from Harry now, not after this...
"How much Lou..?"
Louis moved himself so only his words could be spoken, his lips lightly sitting on the nape of Harry's neck.
Louis lifted his head from the other's should, looking at him, waiting for a response from Harry. He was given a question look from Louis, who was now becoming worried. Harry just gave a slight smile, and brought his hands up to Louis' face once again. The kiss was deep, it lasting only moments, their noses rubbing together.
"I love you, too" Harry whispered casually.
A shaky sigh left Louis, and a smile began to erupt from his lips. Even more tears began to stream from his eyes, he couldn't of been any more happy, the happiest he'd ever been. He almost thought he was dreaming, it was such a wishful, unbelievable thing to happen. He realised that all his dreams could come true. How he could hold Harry's hand without pretending he was dragging him along, he could kiss him more than just on his cheek in joy, he no longer had to pretend...
Maybe Harry should have said something earlier, something to let Louis know that he too cared. But Harry wasn't sure whether or not Louis was so close to him because of him being attracted to Harry, or that he just enjoyed their company. They were such good friends, the difference between flirting and joking had become a bit blurred, giving mixed signals to both of them. But Harry's guess had been correct, Louis had become close because he had liked him, that he didn't protest to Harry's flirtatious behaviour and romantic gestures because he believed that Harry had taken a liking to him, and he wasn't wrong. Thankfully, Louis had made the first move, he didn't want to say something to Louis for him to bolt in the other direction. But thankfully as time went by, the closer they became. They were best friends, never apart, almost stuck to each others side. But the media, their fans, even the rest of the group were unaware that the jokey hugging, the way they pretended to be lovers and over exaggerate the little scenes they played. It was both what they truly wanted. But neither did the boys know. It was forever a secret that they kept to themselves.
"Don't cry Lou, I don't like it when you're upset"
Louis threw himself forward and forced Harry into a hug, he couldn't hold back his wails as he cried, completely drenching Harry's chest with salty tears.
"I-I-I'm sorry Harry, I c-can't help it"
"It's fine. It's fine"
Harry stuck a hand under Louis' chin to lift his head up, and looked longingly into his eyes.
Harry leaned in and kissed the distressed teen, pressing his lips surprisingly hard against the others, so much so that leaving bruises was highly possible. It took a few moments but eventually he could feel Louis kiss him back, it was weak but heated, not enough to overpower Harry in any way, not that Louis had intended to. But it seemed that light petting wasn't enough for Harry, deepening the kiss. Harry opened his mouth and began to run his tongue along Louis' bottom lip, taking the elder boy by surprise.
Keeping up with the pace that Harry had set was a task, he could hardly contain his gasp at the awareness of the tongue tracing his lip. Without even thinking Louis had opened his mouth, Harry taking the opportunity to let himself delve into the elders mouth. He could taste the inside of his mouth, running his tongue along the inside of he cheeks and along his teeth, Louis sitting there helpless. Harry smiled against Louis mouth, thinking it was cute that Louis was so shocked and excited he didn't know what he was doing. Harry dragged his tongue across the top on Louis mouth, surprised to hear a slight moan come from his hands, Harry began to rub his hands on Louis' waist, making his hoody ride up his chest just a fraction. Louis was finding it hard to breathe, he felt like he was going to explode. Everything Harry was doing to him, he couldn't help but let out smalls moans, as embarrassed as he was. Harry broke off from the kiss first, he cheeks were flustered and his breath was heavy, Louis looked just as bad, he was sweating slightly and the hands which found there way around Harry's neck were shaking. It seemed that both if them had lost track of time, it being a good fifteen minutes before the kiss had let up.
"Enjoying yourself...?" Harry huffed.
Louis sighed shakily.
"...Thought so" And Harry dove into kiss Louis again.
This time with so much force he ended up pushing Louis on his back onto the bed. The other teen let out a yelp, shocked at Harry's abrupt action. Before Louis had time to get a word out, Harry once again shoved his tongue into Louis' mouth, taking over him completely. A small moan coming from him, keeping his hands around Harry's neck, scratching it.
Harry's hands rubbing Louis' bare side, feeling his skin under his fingers. He could feel Louis' ribs sticking out of his pale skin and his chest shaking, goosebumps rising. Harry began to lift his hand higher, exposing Louis' chest to the warm air, the boy tracing his hand along the ridges and curves of his body, taking him in. Another gasp came from Louis, Harry chuckled. His other hand was stroking Louis' hair, running his fingers through it, slightly pulling on it. Harry could feel Louis shaking under him. His hands that were around his neck had moved to his shoulders, gripping them tightly. Harry slowly began to remove himself from Louis' mouth, taking his tongue and beginning to kiss his cheeks, and slowly began to travel down his neck, and lightly blew in Louis' ear.
Without even thinking, Louis called out the others name, it encouraging him, filling Harry with excitement and audacity. He stuck his tongue inside the boys ear violently, making him moan suddenly. And not quietly. Louis didn't know what to do with his hands, they were running all along Harry's back, neck, shoulders and in his hair, he could no longer control his quiet moans. Harry stopped licking Louis' ear and began to kiss down his neck, trailing his tongue as he went, pulling Louis' hoody aside so he could keep kissing further down his neck and onto his collar bone.
Sucking on the skin, Harry left bright red love marks, them showering his neck. Harry lifted his head to look at Louis, he cheeks we red and his eyes half open, and his mouth lightly open and breathing heavily. One of his hands hand latched itself into his shoulder, squeezing it to the point it hurt, but not that Harry noticed. He other arm had gone to covering his face slightly, embarrassment creeping up on him. The younger went back to kissing around Louis' ear, breathing lightly into it, nudging the edges of his hoody and pulling it upwards.
"... Can I take this off?" Harry asked, waiting for Louis' permission.
Louis shakily took his hand from Harry's shoulder, to them lift it over his head, slowly lifted his arms up. The bit nodded. Harry held onto the rim of Louis' hoody and pulled it up, over his head and left the hoody on his arms. It gave Harry a small thrill that leaving the hoody around Louis' wrists, knowing that he couldn't move, that he was defenceless. Harry brought his head down, so was eye to eye with Louis. Bringing his lips gently to Louis', he kissed him softly, repeating the smooth, soft motions as their lips met again and again. A slight moan came from Louis as the gentle kissing, him to immersed to care. Lifting up his head and breaking the kiss, Harry looked down at Louis, adoration sitting in his eyes.
"...you're beautiful" Harry whispered shyly, running a hand across the elder ones hip.
A blush rippled against Louis' features, trying not to make eye contact with Harry. It was embarrassing have the curly haired boy stare at him the way he was doing so, only running his fingers tips across this skin. Warm hands abruptly hit Louis' skin, rubbing it smoothly, over his ribs, his nipples, his stomach, his hips. Louis gasped at the touch, the sudden movements surprising him, watching Harry intently with half lidded eyes. The other boy was too busy drinking him in, letting his hands flow over every curve of my body, occasionally running around the elastic of his joggers. Testing the waters Harry slowly stuck his finger under the rim of the elastic in Louis' joggers, and slowly dragging it across the rim, glazing the skin.
Another small gasp escaped Louis as he was teased, the slight pull on his joggers was beginning to arouse him. Harry moved his head and placed it next to Louis' ear, slowly releasing long breaths into it, planting small kisses on the lobe. He lifted his head once more to look into Louis' eyes, a reassuring smile touched his lips. Sitting up, Harry sat in between Louis' legs, them in either side of him. Hands moved to grip the boys pyjama pants, moving down the fabric of his joggers slowly, Harry kept his eye on Louis, watching to see if he's say something, tell him no. But that never came, the older boy just gasped as quietly as he could, breathing heavily. Louis couldn't make direct eye contact with the other, instead he kept his eyes shut, his arms now back over his eyes to block out his embarrassment of Harry taking over him.
As the rim of Louis' joggers slipped over the bulge in his boxers, a small whimper came from Louis, but no protests came. Harry smiled. He carried on pulling each individual leg downwards to release him, taking them from his ankles and throwing them down the side of the bed. He didn't think that something so little as teasing would turn on Louis so much. But harry had forgotten that to Louis, this was a complete dream. That is was his wish to be kissed and touched by the man he loved, and that he had waited so long for it.
He was bathing in content and arousal. Louis looked so innocent while Harry peered stared at him, he almost felt guilty for taking advantage of the boy, knowing that he would give himself up for him. But that didn't stop the arousal in his pants, the thought that Louis wanted him to take control, to be able to do anything he wanted to him... Harry finally pulled himself out of his daydream to see a bright-cheeked Louis looking back at him. He gave a gentle smile, his adorableness was unbelievable. Running his fingers lightly over Louis' chest, he slowly directing his trail to his crotch, where it travelled down his hips and over his bulge. Light fingers slowly turned into rubbing, and Louis' hardness was becoming more apparent.
"H-ha.." Louis sighed. Harry began to pull at the edge of Louis' boxers.
"Lift your hips"
Nothing could express how self conscious Louis was at this moment in time, how slightly embarrassed he was. But you could easily tell by the scolding red that burned on his cheeks. Everything was going so fast, but he didn't want to stop, not at all. It was so strange seeing Harry take control, telling him what to do. He didn't mind though, Louis was never really the one to dish out orders or assert himself, he liked sitting back and telling others make decisions for him. As much as it made his life easier, he quite enjoyed it. He enjoyed that Harry was working to pleasure him, to make him happy. Harry had become more domineering throughout the night, the amount of power Louis had given him was scary, but he could help but think that he would easily do anything Harry told him. The thought made him blush, What Harry would do to him...
Slowly but eventually, Louis lifted his hips and let Harry slide his boxers down to his knees, giving air to his erection, he gasped as it did so. Even though the air was warm, it was still cold to his sensitive skin. Harry continued to pull at Louis' boxers, making him lift his legs so he could get them off, then throwing them to the floor to join his joggers. Louis looks so beautiful, thought Harry, he loved having the teen under him, so he could look at him as much as he wanted. He looked so perfect, the way his body was just laying there, ready for him to whatever he wanted to do with him, just this thought arousing him. To see Louis so seduced turned him on, ready at his disposal.
Louis noticed Harry gaping at him, the blush still present on Louis' face, but both with arousal and with embarrassment. Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss on the lips of the boy, a small cry leaving the boy as the bottom half of his body was shoved forward, Louis' legs high enough to wrap around the younger one's waist, crossing his ankles. The wet sounds of their snogging filled both the boys ears, mostly Louis', Harry could tell by the erection that was pushing up against his thigh, and also the small whimpers escaping from the teen under him. Harry broke the kiss.
"A bit turned on Tomlinson?" Harry whispered in his ear, a cheeky hint in his words.
A gasp came from Louis, he wanted to bring up his hands and at least touch Harry, but his hands were too entangled in his hoody for him to release himself or to care enough to do so. He gave up trying. The teen on top of him just giggled and began to kiss and suck his neck, which led to more gasps.
"Aren't you going to moan for me, Lou?"
Breathed Harry, right just below is ear, the words tickling his hearing just barely, but those words rattled in his head, he could feeling that warm glow that was sitting at the bottom of his stomach increase. A mumble came from Louis, but that soon turned to gasps and slight moans as Harry began to attack his neck once again. Fingertips ran along Louis' chest and dipped into his stomach area, and caressed his hips and his waist. Travelling his hand lower, Harry caressed Louis' thigh, squeezing the soft skin there lightly, running his fingers on his inner thigh, each time rubbing closer to Louis' crotch. He could hear the frustrated groans coming from Louis, Harry knew what he wanted, but he wasn't going to give it to him just yet.
The boys teasing wasn't doing his body any good, every time Harry's hand got closer, he felt that anticipation rise in his chest, then leave once again and his hand left, to then repeat over and over. And much as he enjoyed the teasing, he just wanted the other to touch him, but also wanting Harry to take control made him feel conflicted.
"Hmm?" Harry muttered against Louis neck, running his hand ever so close again and again...
"Please what Louis..?"
Another hesitant sigh came from the boy, his breathing still heavy.
"Tell me what you want.." Harry muttered ever so quietly, using the hand that he was using to support himself to stroke Louis' face, and the other drifting in between the space between his crotch, his leg and the rest of his thigh.
"..T-touch me" Harry chuckled.
"...All you needed to do was ask"
A caressing hand slowly began to move slowly towards Louis' erection, the anticipation was killing him, the voice in his head yelling at the boy, telling him to hurry up, to stop torturing him. Louis let out a cry as he suddenly felt a warm hand grab his sensitive skin, a giggle coming from Harry, who began sucking his neck once again, as well as moving his hand across the teens cock. Light squeezes and well times rubs were throwing Louis over the edge, having to bite back loud moans which threatened to escape, some doing so, the pleasure being too much for him. The feeling was unbelievable, Louis had to time his breathes so that his gasping and groaning wouldn't throw him into unconsciousness, his vision blurring and the dizziness going to his head.
The motions of Harry's hand were becoming quicker And more rhythmic, creating a decent amount if friction on Louis' now hardened skin. The boy would occasionally run his thumb over the head every now and again, happy at the noises the older one was making, how he would buck his hips uncontrollably and loudly moan without realising. Removing himself from Louis' neck, Harry roughly kissed the teen, the contact hard enough to bruise, running his tongue on the outside and inside of his mouth. He pulled away, letting a string of saliva run from both of their tongues. Looking at the details of the elder boys face, he noticed in the darkness that his cheeks were flustered to a cherry red, small tears of arousal building up in the corner of his eyes, ready to burst. His eyebrows were taught and turned up, looking almost innocent.
Harry couldn't help but subconsciously say in his head how cute Louis looked, he was adorable. His. After looking affectionately at Louis for a few moments, Harry kissed Louis softly, then moved into his cheeks, to his neck. Going over his love bites, the curly haired boy kissed them softly. Kisses were pressed to his collar bones, down his chest and close enough to Louis' nipples to get a whine from him, running his tongue down the center of his chest, going lower. Louis couldn't help but watch in awe at what Harry was doing, wondering what he was going to do. Lifting his head he saw Harry lift his own to look at him, straight into his eyes, his face now so close to his erection. Watching Harry eagerly, he watching as the boy held the base, to then kiss the head if his cock, half smiling at Louis, watching his reaction, making sure he kept eye contact.
He yearned for the whines and whimpers, continuing to tease Louis with his tongue. There were small flicks and kisses here and there, Louis whining at him, feeling his cock become harder just from the light foreplay. Finally deciding that Louis was teased enough, Harry took the head of the erection into his mouth, surprising the boy under him.
"..F-fuck!" Louis cried, heavy sighs and moans erupted from the boy.
Moving himself so that he was laid perfectly in between Louis' legs, Harry wrapped his arms around the boys thighs, keeping him close and steady while he began to such the elder one off. The noises which were coming from Louis echoed loudly, Harry enjoying how he was slowly unravelling the boy into an aroused mess. Calling out his name, arching his back, all because of Harry. In the mean time, Louis had be thrashing his head to the point where his hat was now off and sitting in the floor, and his glasses had sneezed off his nose, now laying next to him, almost under his head. This had naturally made his vision blurry, but hadn't really noticed in the darkness if the room.
All he could see was a blurry figure of Harry laying in between his thighs, taking in more of the feeling if his tongue than being able to watch. At that thought, Harry ran his tongue along the underside if Louis' cock, barely running his mouth over him to tease the skin. Pleasure shot through his spine and to the ends of his fingers, moaning Harry's name into his own hand, trying to keep himself quiet, despite it not helping to the extent Louis was hoping. His eyes followed down to see the blur of brown curls from Harry's head bob up and down on him, even though the sight was fuzzy, it still turned him on knowing it was his loved one. He wanted to desperately to run his hands through those curls, pull on them, push him further onto his hard on, feel his tongue all over him. It was all too good, all too perfect for Louis. He then felt small moans coming from Harry, vibrating him, and pleasure shot up his spine once again.
A chuckle came from the boy, which made Louis cry out, he didn't know how much of this he could take, he was so close..
Then Harry stopped.
Harry looked up at him, noticing that Louis' glasses had fallen off and was not sitting under his face. He smiled, removing himself from around the boy to lift a hand to place them back over his eyes. The teen wanted so much for Louis to watch, to see what he was doing to him, knowing that the sight was push him further over the edge. Louis could see Harry's beautiful face staring up at him in the dim light, those eyes making him melt, turning him to jelly. Harry smiled at Louis, and he let out a nervous chuckle, and returned to giving the boy head, this time sucking harder, licking more, running his tongue on every inch of his cock, massaging Louis' thighs. Louis couldn't take it any more, the pleasure was now too much for him.
"Ha..H-harry!...I'm going to c-come!"
Arching his back, Louis' toes curled and his legs shook, he screamed Harry's name and the wave of ecstasy from his orgasm ran through his entire body. Heavy breathing came from Louis, tiredness run through him, the post-orgasm. Lifting his head, Harry looking into Louis' eyes once again, the boy noticing him swallow loudly, him realising what Harry was doing. The boy let his tongue run over his lips, slowly and seductively, watching as Louis' face turned bright red and his erection start to swell again.
Harry kissed the head of Louis's cock, then moved his whole body up so he could kiss the light headed boy on the lips. The kiss was soft, Louis could have fallen asleep. As the kiss deepened, Louis built up the courage to run his tongue along Harry's lips, the other boy obviously opening his mouth for him, letting him taste himself. Louis moaned as Harry pressed his tongue against his, realising that the taste on it was of him, this arousing him more, it not stopping him from running his tongue along Harry's playing joyfully.
"...That was amazing" breathed Louis.
"Good" Harry softly kissed him again.
The curly haired boy moved himself so his forearms were resting next to Louis' head, looking longingly at him through the lenses of his glasses, kissing him and his cheeks every now and again, stroking his face, his hair, half smiling at the boy. Harry was completely lost in the moment, that Louis could now be his, no one else's. It felt that nothing else mattered but him, Louis was now his world, he was so content. But that little voice was what brought him back to the real world, remembering that he just sucked his best friends- No. His lovers cock.
"Could you let me go...?"
"Oh! Yeah, sure Lou"
Harry began to ruffle the hoody around Louis's arms, unravelling it, then pulled it off his arms. After immediately being released, his hands jumped to Harry's face, stroking his cheeks, running them down his neck and over his shoulders. Louis kissed him again, looking straight into his eyes.
"L-let me return the favour.." Louis mumbled in his flustered state.
Harry lifted Louis up, making him sit up properly, letting his arms sit on his shoulders.
"...You sure Lou?" Whispered Harry, bringing their foreheads together, and rubbed his hands up the back of his neck.
"Yeah, of course I do.." Said Louis.
Harry let out a sigh and smiled at him, and kissed the top of his nose, bringing a hand round and caressed his cheek.
"...You're so cute Lou" He giggled.
Another soft kiss was placed in Louis' lips, as Harry pulled away he began to untangle himself from the others legs, sitting himself up against the headboard of the bed. Moving his leg to the side, Harry glanced at Louis to indicate for him to move between his legs, the boy the shuffling over to sit in between them and place his hands on Harry's chest. At the first the older boy didn't look Harry in the eye, rather admired his body, running his palms and fingertips over him, giving himself time to appreciate him. Louis was nervous, hard could tell by the look in his eyes when he finally lifted his head, that faint blush still apparent in his cheeks. Putting his hands up to his cheeks, Harry stroked them, running his thumb near his eye and over the cheek bone. He pulled Louis into the kiss, knowing that Louis wasn't feeling confident, hoping he would help by getting him started. Again there tongues met, running a along each other in a smooth and melodic way, both keeping time with each other's movements.
Harry brought his hands to Louis' shoulders, running them back and forth and across his collar bones. Louis shakily began to travel down Harry's neck, kissing and licking it softly, moving his hands so they were stroking his arms, kissing down the middle of his chest. Light kisses were pressed all over Harry's chest, eventually finding the courage to run his hand along Harry's joggers and his crotch, hearing the other let out small gasps. Harry was rubbing the back of Louis's neck, moving down to kiss the top of his head. A shaky hand dipped into Harry's boxers, slowly grabbing The boys erection and moving his hand in a linear movement. A moan came from the boy, the hand that was in Louis's hair was now pulling it. Louis used his other hand to pull down Harry's boxers and joggers, still kissing his chest, leaving the occasional love bite.
Harry helped The teen pull off his pants with his free hand, lifting his hips so they slipped off with ease down to his knees. Louis stopped with the kisses and used both hands to completely pull off his joggers, throwing them to the floor with the rest of Louis' clothes. The blush was now obvious on Louis' face, him seeing Harry's erection was standing, his legs apart ready for him. He anxiously shifted in between Harry's legs, laying down so that his breath was close enough to touch Harry. Louis' hand snaked up to wrap around the base of the teens cock, him grunting at the touch, his other hand going to Harry's thigh, holding it tight. He guided the erection to his lips, taking the head into his mouth, letting his tongue run across the skin.
Harry had to bite his lip to stop the moan escaping him, continuing to watch with curious eyes. At this moment, all Louis was thinking was that he wanted to pleasure Harry as much as possible, even if it meant feeling slight humiliation as a price. He looked directly up at Harry, making sure to make slight noises which he knew made Harry ache to moan. At Harry's surprise, Louis took the whole cock into his mouth, beginning to suck the best he could, trying to copy what Harry did to him. He ran his tongue all over Harry, his head, the underside, everything. Harry let out a loud moan, not being about to hold it any longer, both of his hands grabbing Louis' hair. Pulling at the boys hair, Louis moaned under him, it rattling through him, the arousal becoming more painful. Harry tried to keep his calm composure, but now he was bent at the waist, hovering over Louis, hiding his face in his hair.
"F-fuck Lou...So good"
Louis moved his head up and down on Harry's hard-on, his hands digging into the younger one's sides now. Harry couldn't help but push Louis down onto him more, but the pleasure was so much for him, he wanted more from Louis. He let out a cry, Louis was running his teeth softly against Harry's skin, he tongue flicking his head. Louis' movements were starting to get more intense, he was moving his head faster, Harry let out a moan and a sigh, almost pulling out Louis's hair, which made him cry out. Harry couldn't contain himself, his legs were starting to shake, and his moans becoming almost uncontrollable.
Harry screamed, orgasm running through his entire being, almost screaming to Louis's ear. Louis lifted his head, the taste of Harry was bitter, he didn't like it. At all. He grabbed a tissue from Harry's bed side table and spat into it, seaman ran from his mouth, and wiped it away. At this moment there was silence, the mood almost broken, Louis guessed. The effects of giving head weren't as gracious as he thought, it being difficult to swallow something that forced its way into his throat. Surprisingly, Harry grabbed Louis's head, bringing their foreheads together and kissed the boy softly. Harry wasn't surprised that he came so fast, this was his love sucking him off, and in the most pleasurable way he could of ever imagined. Louis was amazing. While the other boy was worrying about the horrid taste in his mouth, Harry was adoring him from a distance.
"..You did well Lou.." Harry said quietly.
He went red, a grin peeking on his lips, he brought his hands and put them on Harry's chest.
"Hmm?" Questioned Louis.
"I think not swallowing... Causes a need for punishment" Harry whispered, arousal still sitting on his words.
At those words, Louis jumped, not knowing how to take them. He was slightly frightened at the possibility of what this punishment might be, but also caused his cock to rise in arousal at the domineering sentence. He wasn't expecting something like this from their first time together, but it didn't turn him off, much rather the opposite. Harry must have been testing the waters with what he was saying, but from his previous comments and commands, Harry could have come to the conclusion it wasn't weird for his to say. Louis had openly accepted Harry's dominance by letting him take control, agreeing to his orders. Louis looked nervously at Harry, wondering what was to follow. Louis slightly nodded in agreement to the other teens words, not keeping direct eye contact. Harry couldn't help but grin at how naive Louis was acting, if he was purposely doing so he would never know. "Lou, I want you to lay in my lap, okey?" Harry muttered. The boy gave a small nod of the head, then began to manoeuvre himself so he ways laying on the teens thighs, his stomach pressed against them. Once Louis was where he wanted him, Harry chuckled and held the teens waist, pulling him up so that his lower half was in the air, his chest still on his thighs. Louis gave a small whine out of bashfulness, his head hiding in his crossed arms in front of him, started to worry a little about what Harry was going to do. Soft hands just ran across Louis' hips and thighs while he was in the awkward position, but didn't seem to mind that much in his aroused state, he just enjoyed how the way Harry was touching him. One hand then ran across the his ass, caressing it, gripping it slightly, Louis couldn't help but let out a small moan.
Louis half screamed and moaned in both pain and arousal. Harry's red hand print stung on his ass. Another slap met the sensitive skin, Louis' quietness was no longer apparent as the spamming ensued. After every slap the older boys moans got louder, them becoming more high pitched. But after every hit, Harry would caress the hurt skin, letting Louis catch hit breath before another slap met his ass. Louis let Harry abuse him, as much as he was conflicted on the punishment at hand, he was still enjoying it, his erection evidence.
"It looks like you're enjoying this.." Harry leered.
Louis only answered with a whine. A slight smile sat on Harry's lips, running his fingertips over Louis' ass, he could feel him tense up under him, anticipating another hit. For a moment Harry just teased the abused skin, rubbing and kneading his palms into it, watching as the redness appeared, becoming for violent. Suddenly, a tough crack came from Harry's hand to his cheeks, Louis couldn't help but cry out. He shoved the bed sheet into his mouth, realising he was being too loud, anyone could of heard them.
Another muffled cry came from the boy, his body jerking forward with the hit, followed by Harry rubbing the sore skin better again. But the hits were becoming more frequent, every five seconds Louis counted, his body jerking and his cries turning into muffled moans. All the teen could here was a hand coming in contact with his ass. Finished with his punishment, Harry ran his hands lightly over Louis' body, one hand staying on his ass, rubbing it to the best if his ability. Louis just sighed, happy that it was over, he could finally breathe again. It was almost too much. But it didn't seem that Harry was finished, before he realised what was happening, soft fighters were rubbing in between his legs, towards his entrance. Louis yelped, the sensation new, but arousing.
"Take the sheet out of your mouth Louis, I want to here you..."
So Louis let go of the sheet in his mouth, a small wet patch and teeth marks were left there, his hands still attached to the cover. Turning his head, Louis just looked into the covers, not wanting to look at Harry, not wanting him to see his face. But there was a tap on his head, to be faced with Harry's hand in front on his mouth, caressing his lips. A single finger pushed past his lips and ran along his teeth, instinctively opening his mouth to accommodate it. Louis didn't expect two fingers evading his mouth, him whimpering around them as they explore the crevices of him. They ran along his tongue, pushing them in and out if his mouth.
"Suck them" Said Harry.
Slowly Louis let his tongue trace each finger individually, letting saliva trail from them as they left his mouth to be pushed back in again. Harry's middle and index finger where covered thoroughly by now, but Harry enjoyed seeing Louis' as he took his fingers, his erection standing to attention to how arousing Louis looked right now. Louis didn't mind that much, he wanted to do a good job, take make sure Harry's fingers were prepared. The teen had presumed that the other was going to prepare him, his current position perfect, it making him quiver at the thought. He cheeks turned a bright poppy red once again, just the thought aroused him so. Harry couldn't help but get aroused as well, with Louis licking his fingers, the feeling of the boys tongue anywhere on him made him moan silently. After he thought Louis had done a good enough job, he took his hand away from him, inspected them. With his other hand he pushed Louis's legs apart to give him better access, and put them back into the gap between his legs.
Louis wanted to turn around and look at what Harry was doing, but he decided not to, he didn't want to look at what he was doing, he would probably come again right there. Harry began to rub his index finger along Louis' entrance, the boy over his lap let out a small moan, but it was mostly muffled by the sheet he had again gripped between his hands. He let his finger slide into Louis slowly, hearing another cry come from the boy, pushing it further inside of him, stretching the skin. Pulling half of his finger out, Harry trust it back in again, another loud cry. Harry chuckled. He started doing this repeatedly, trusting his finger inside Louis, the boy moaning with every trust that Harry gave. He added the second finger, a gasp from the teen, widening the skin around his fingers, and started to thrust them again. The volume of Louis's moans were increasing, his body was now moving with the forceful trusts.
A sigh and a moan came from the boy. His head now turned to look at Harry, his cheeks completely red with arousal, his whole body sweating, his toes curling, slight tears coming from his half open eyes, his eyebrows frowning in a painful look, but Harry knew he was enjoying himself, that he was giving him pleasure. Pulling his fingers out of a breathless Louis', Harry decided to stop. A frustrated moan came from the boy, but if Harry didn't stop, he would of come, and he didn't want that. Harry helped Louis get back into a sitting position, the confused look on his face made him look so cute, his erection twitching. He kissed the boy, running is hands all over his body, while the elder pressed his hands on Harry's chest. He broke off.
"Lou. Get on you hands and knees in front of me.." Whispered Harry while stroking Louis's face.
The boy was speechless, all he could do was look in awe at him, he couldn't move, his eyes went to look else where because he couldn't look at Harry, he was too embarrassed.
"So cute..." Giggled Harry.
Louis let out a nervous giggle, was he really ready for this? He wasn't sure. Everything that Harry was doing to him felt so good, and he really did want to have sex with him. But he hesitated, he didn't know why. He knew for a fact Harry would take care of him and make him feel amazing, maybe he was just a bit scared. Then Louis began to position himself in front of the curly haired boy. He released himself from his grasp, and moved so that he was on his hands and knees, looking back to look at Harry, his face becoming red, Louis' cheeks went red as well. He then dropped the top half of his body onto the bed, his arms now resting on the sheets, he looked longingly at the boy behind him. He was shaking slightly, he was so nervous, all he wanted to do was please Harry.
All he could feel was the arousal run through him like electricity, his want was beginning to take over his conscious mind, he couldn't help but look at Louis and want to eat him up, to completely destroy him with his pounding. A cheeky, clam, grin then appeared on Harry's lips, looking devious. He then smacked Louis' ass again, another cry came from the boy, but it wasn't from pain, it was from arousal. Moving so he was positioned behind the older boy, Harry began to work his fingers back into Louis, hoping that his saliva did a good enough job. Harry didn't want to hurt him, he wanted to hear those moans he was previously listening not just a moment ago.
"..H-harry.." Louis moaned his name.
Dipping his fingers inside the boy, an uncomfortable moan came from him, but he needed to be prepared. Moving his fingers in out of him, the protestant moans became pleasurable moans, Louis' hands gripped the bed sheets as tight as he could, biting his bruised lips, almost making the bleed. Harry started to stretch his fingers, a loud, long moan came from Louis, he was shouting his name, the sheets he was gripping were becoming increasingly creased, he was so close.. Harry stopped.
The curly haired boy pressed the head if his erection up against his opening, a gasp coming from the older boy. He slowly began to push inside of Louis, A slow, low moan came from him, starting to bite the bed sheets, his knuckles turned white.
"..Tell me if it hurts.."
He began to push deeper into Louis, massaging his hips, trying to go as slow as he could. He could hear the pained moans coming the teen under him, Harry felt a pang of guilt run through his body, becoming aware of Louis' pain. He stopped, waiting for Louis to tell him to move again, he could hear the gasps for air he was taking, his body shaking under Harry's fingertips.
"Lou..I'll stop if you want.."
Just heavy gasps came from the boy, so he started to slowly pull out of him, a slight moan came from the elder.
"N-no..I want this.."
Louis looked up at Harry, his face red and small tears coming from his eyes, even though he was in pain, nothing else but the curly haired boy pounding him would settle his arousal. He slowly pushed back onto Harry, a gasp coming from him, his tightness suffocating his erection, soon he was inside the boy, the warmth of his body radiating off him, rubbing his hands all over the bottom of his back and his hips and waist. The boy under him started to pulling away from Harry's hard on, a long moan came from the boy, almost turning into a squeak, the slamming his body backwards, a loud moan erupted for both of the boys.
Harry grabbed onto Louis's hips, then bent forward and rested his forehead in between his shoulders. He pulled his hips backwards and thrust deep but gently into the boy, his body jolting forward, making Louis cry out with arousal, the pleasure attacking him. Harry was thrusting without any pattern now, wildly shoving his cock into the fragile looking boy, his body moving with his thrusts, white knuckles with fingers gripping the pearl bed sheets, trying to stop himself from coming straight away. Louis could no longer grip the sheet between his teeth, his moans and cries were too frequent for him to try and shut his mouth and muffle himself.
Louis breathed, trying to look at Harry over his shoulder, who was kissing his back softly, running his tongue down his spine, his face now red and sweating, his arousal continuing to get more and more intense the more he fucked Louis, as well as the fact he was calling out his name, but he wanted more of a reaction from the boy. Sliding a hand over Louis' back, it went over his shoulders and into his hair, then pulled. Louis' head jolted back, cutting off his cries, only heavy, struggling breaths coming from the boy because of his air being partly blocked. Harry began to thrust harder into him, his cries turning into loud moans, his voice box no longer letting out quiet noise, just loud groans of pleasure.
Harry thrusted harder, making Louis' body jerk forward more abruptly, making a strangled moan come from him, he let go of his long hair, and trailed his hand back down his over his shoulders and over his back and back to Louis' hips. Louis was so close to coming, his pleasure was almost at it's peak, with every thrust that Harry gave sent a wave of arousal through him, making him moan with delight. He let his grip fall from the white bed sheets and shakily went for his hard-on, but then suddenly Harry grabbed his arm and pulled it around his back, a shocked gasp came from the elder boy, his felt the tingle of breath in his ear.
"Desperate are we...?" Harry let out a chuckle, all Louis could do was shake, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't.
Harry thrust as hard as his could, jabbing his cock straight into Louis's prostate, a loud, shaky moan came from the boy, as well as a yell of his name. Harry knew he was being harsh on the boy, sadistic even, but he couldn't help be get more and more turned on by Louis' pained cries and the tears that fell down his cheeks. He felt control over him, that he could do anything he pleased to the boy, and he probably could, he had no doubt that if he asked Louis to do something for him, he'd do it. But he wasn't going to, in his non-aroused state, he valued Louis as his best friend and a human being, and wasn't going to take advantage of him. But maybe just a little.
"Are you going to behave?.." Harry whispered into Louis' ear, twisting his arm just enough to get the boy the answer.
"Hah..Y-yes..Ah" The boy replied shakily, not daring to move while her was under Harry's grasp.
Real fear didn't sit in Louis chest at Harry's threatening tone, it was excitement than anything, that breaking his role now would just ruin things, not that he would, he was enjoying thing way too much.
The curly haired boy blew slowly into the boys ear, then bit it softly, a moan came from Louis. Harry sat up into his previous position, he still had hold of Louis's arm, he wasn't ready to let go just yet. Because of his arm being in such an awkward position behind his back, the older boy's body was pulled back, giving more view on what Harry was doing, he wanted to see him, he wanted to see the boy that was fucking him, bringing him this amazing bliss. Thrusts were pounded into the boy at a wild rate, the cries from Louis were steadily getting louder, Harry knew that he was on the edge of orgasm, but he so was he, he wanted this moment to last longer, he wanted to feel more, touch more, he wanted the moment to last forever. He stopped. He pulled out of Louis, let go of his arm and let his body fall to the side, heavy gasps and confused looked came from him.
"W-why...?" Whispered Louis, looking up at him.
Harry just placed a finger over his in lips to signal for Louis to be quiet.
Harry placed himself on all fours over Louis, concentrating on his face. His flustered cheeks, saliva slowly making a stream down his chin, eyes big and watery, tears threatening to fall. His heavy breathing, his mouth slightly open to let the air out, bits of his hair sticking to his forehead. Harry smiled, he brought a hand to Louis's cheek and stroked it, running a thumb under his eye, catching the water that fell. He kissed him. His hand trailing down his face and under him chin lifting his head to kiss him better, soft joining of lips, almost innocent. But this was Harry's way of saying sorry for being rough with the teen, bruises were undoubtedly going to turn up in the morning, the tenderness was going to be there. The kiss broke with Louis positioning himself properly under Harry, looking up at him, his body almost a silhouette in the dimly lit room, the only light source was the hallway light, which was coming in from under the locked door. He wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, running his fingers through his thick curly hair, gently pushing the boys head closer to his to take another kiss. Harry leaned down to receive it, still pressing only soft kisses onto his lips, he wanted to savour the moment.
Making every kiss slow, the hands which were now roaming Louis' body were tracing every curve, every dip in his skin, feeling the goosebumps rise, his hand moving at a snails pace. A twitch in his hard-on reminded Harry that he still wanted to be satisfied with that pleasure, to feel Louis's tightness on him, his warmth. Harry's hands shook while he tried to hold onto him, gripping as hard as his could, not wanting to let go of his control, but it slipping away with every cry, and every moan, and every time he yelled out his name..Harry quietly moaned against the boys lips, throwing fast kisses before he broke off and sat up straight and looked down at Louis, his arms laying next to head, hands slightly playing with his own hair.
Ugh, why is he such a turn on?
He moved himself so he was sat between the elder teens legs, lifting them so they were sat on his hips, making Louis spread himself, giving the curly haired one a full view of his body, his dick twitched again. He couldn't wait any longer, if he didn't start doing anything soon, he thought he would explode. Throwing his body forward, both arms were outstretched and hands placed at each side of Louis's head. He let out a cry while Harry did so, the position he was in forced his legs further apart as well as pushing them closer to his own body, tugging on his muscles, he feet dangling in the air because of his thighs now sitting on Harry's waist. Louis looked at him with awe, wondering what the boy was going to do next.
His face was so close to his, there was barely anything between the two, he could feels Harry's breath in his ear, their cheeks almost rubbing together, he really wanted him to hurry up, he couldn't stand the slow pace. He moved his shaking hands onto his shoulders, the breath that was blowing in his ear turned to the wet muscle running itself all over the cartilage, sucking on his earlobe, biting it softly.
Only gasps were coming from Louis, Harry wanted more. With the hand he was stroking the teen with went southwards and told hold of his own cock, beginning to press it into his entrance, slowly letting it slide into the boy. A high pitched moan became music to Harry's ears, the hands on his shoulders were squeezing, the expression on the boys face was that of arousal but with a hint of pain. He pushed deeper into him, a long, loud gasp was heard, then he realised it was coming from both of them, his cock now all inside Louis. Louis looked up at him, Harry had the look of pleasure in his features, both looking into each other eyes, the curly haired boy kissed the teen. Hard. He shoved his tongue down his throat, loud moans now erupting from both of them. A hard thrust came from Harry, causing the boys to break their kiss, nothing muffling the moans that were being thrown around the room. Harry grabbed both of Louis' wrists with one hand and forced them above his head, oh how he loved the look of vulnerability on the teens face, his brow knotted, he mouth unable to close properly because of the gasps and groans that were coming out of it with every thrust.
With his other hand, he began stroking the boys skin once again, but this time his hand travelled downward, over his hips and slowly twirled his fingers around Louis' erection, a moan in Harry's ear meant he was doing something right. With every thrust that was made, the youngers hand slid up and down on the boys cock, his grip tightening, making moans fill the room, the bed creaked quietly under them both, moving with their bodies. Harry had no intention of stopping any time soon, as long as Louis continued to call out his name and moan like there's no tomorrow, he would keep going, even if Louis had finished. He dropped a kiss on the boys lips, moans now muffled but saliva was still being shared.
"H-harry...!I'm so close..." Louis breathed.
He then let go of Louis' hands, and put them around his neck.
"Hold on.." Whispered Harry.
Without even time to ask why, Harry lifted the two on them up so they were sitting, then fell onto his back, leaving Louis on top of him. He put his hands on Harry's chest and tried to support himself, being liable to have an orgasm right there. Harry was deeper inside him, he could feel the boys erection twitch inside of him, probing his prostate. It send shivers up his spine.
Sudden realisation came to Louis, because his calves were on each side of Harry, he could easily move himself, not needing Harry to do anything. He felt embarrassed, self conscious even, he didn't really like being in control, he'd rather let harry just fuck him without a thought, but he guessed he wanted him to do more. Harry in fact did want to see what Louis would do, he looked so fragile and innocent just sitting there, confused, but even though he was on top, he didn't have all that much control, rather just a good view point for Harry to watch but still get his pleasure out of it. Harry thrusted his hips harshly, causing the boy on him to jolt upward and let out a loud moan, hands on his hips, giving himself more control over the older teen. He pulled his hips away from Louis while partly lifting him up, then pushed him down as soon he thrusted his hips upward.
Harry kept on repeating this, keeping his firm grip on Louis' hips and waist, making the boy bounce, there being more impact because of him thrusting his hips hard, the bed creaking under him, he knew the boy on top of him wouldn't have to courage to move just by himself. His moans were what motivated Harry, if the boy wasn't making those beautiful sounds, he wouldn't be thrusting his hardest just like he was doing, having the boy's full view in front of him, he could see everything, how his body was slowly losing control, his cheeks flustered to a poppy red, sweat sliding down his face, eye's barely open, half lidded with pleasure, falling back into his skull. Letting go of Louis' hips, he slipped his hand onto his legs, massaging them, still thrusting as hard as he could. A hand slowly wrapped itself around the boys cock, a highly audible moan came from him, running his hand all over the boys skin, and how pre-cum was slowly dripping, his movement matching his thrust rate. Louis was calling out his name, sometimes getting stuck and stuttering between moans and cries, Harry didn't care, the more he did so, the more aroused he became, and the more he thrusted.
It was a continuous cycle of bliss and indulgence. Because of the rhythm which was created, Louis had no choice by to move by himself, he felt the tension in his arms while his hands were firmly gripped to Harry's chest, the tension in his legs, the strain there, but he didn't want to stop, because of the over-riding pleasure surging through him, he no longer cared about his self-consciousness any more, all he wanted was to feel, and feel it with Harry, no one else. With his eyes closed and head thrown back, he was still imagining the boy fucking him, but this time it was real, his cock inside of him, his hand running itself along his hard flesh, thrusting deep. No longer will Louis have to masturbate over the just the thought of this, Harry forever on his mind, all of his fantasies were coming true. So many nights wishing Harry was his, not just in a sexual way, but in the romantic way, mostly all he wanted was to cuddle with him, for him to kiss him softly, watch a movie or two and maybe make out.
And what he was experiencing now was complete heaven, much more than he was expecting, much much more. He would of never guessed that things would of turned out they way they did, the turn of fate was incredible, he assumed that Harry would just cuddle him, and maybe let him stay in his room, but no, Harry felt the same way as he did, he wondered how long he did so for, keeping this secret from him. He guessed he didn't really have the time, nor the opportunity. The shot of ecstasy that ran through his entire body brought him out of his thought pattern, he let out a longing cry, missed with a moan and Harry's name, his body curling forward, bringing his head to the boy's chest, which was heaving rapidly. But he didn't stop, his thrusts never slowed and neither did his hand pumping his cock, Louis continued to moan into the curly haired boy's chest, saliva beginning to trail out of him mouth and all over his skin.
"Hah..Harry! I-I don't think I can t-take much more..!"
Harry brought his hand and ran it through the elders hair, slightly pulling on it, lifting his head to looking into those wet eyes, now bruised, puce lips staring back at him. He pushed his head towards his, bringing them both into a disorganised kiss, not concentrating on it, more the pleasure which was overtaking them both, both not stopping their movements. Harry let go of Louis' hair and pushed him back into the sitting position, the hand which was in his hair was now on his waist, his other hand still firmly attached to his erection. He was moving as fast as he could, determined to pull an orgasm out of both of them. By the rate of bliss they were both feeling, it wouldn't be long at all, Louis wouldn't control his moans any longer, they continued to increase in volume, even losing their voices at some points. Harry's moans were no better, he couldn't stop his head from falling back and calling out "Louis..!" every now and again, but the longer he tried to control his moans, the harder it became. Louis's fingers were starting to curl, he couldn't keep this up any longer.
A loud "AHH!" Came from the boy, the thrash of orgasm was rattling his fragile body, he back arched and his face expressing was that of pure and utter bliss, his nails digging into Harry's chest, causing red marks to appear, blood almost breaking the skin. His load being splattered all over Harry's stomach, his hand also covered as well. But Harry didn't stop. Louis was out of breath, but he wasn't finished. He felt his ass squeeze on his cock, making it so much more pleasurable to fuck him. So he thrusted as hard as he could into the boy, who was now still moaning loudly and exhaustedly, Louis' head hit his chest, drooling slightly. His chest was heaving but harry still kept going, until the tightness became too much for him, he couldn't hold himself any more.
Harry moaned almost as loud as Louis did, his hand going to his mouth to suffocate the scream. His body started to tingle with his orgasm, his legs and arms were shaking and shoved a hand in his hair and pulled hard. Moving his head so he was moaning into the boy's ear, his come filled him, with Louis giving a small sigh as he felt it do so, heavily breathing while he came down from his high, eyes partly open with his mouth gaping, trying to take in as much air as possible. Louis let his whole body fall on top of Harry, his head now on his shoulder, his body shaking and huffing slightly, his arms stuck under him, caressing Harry's chest. The curly haired boy's arms came around slowly and wrapped them around the boy, squeezing him, making a tired moan come from him. The elder left small, soft kisses on the other's shoulder, letting a sigh of contentedness leave his lips.
"..That was amazing Harry.." He put a hand in his hair, stroking him.
"I know..." Then kissed the top of the boy's head.
"Lou, you better not fall asleep.."
A quiet moan of came from him. With a huff, Harry pushed himself up, taking Louis with him, making them both sit up. He pulled on the boy's hips, pulling him off of his cock, a sigh came from him, and moved his body so that was then laying down next to his. Louis was ready to drop off, he was so unbelievably tired and exhausted, he didn't care that he felt sticky and unclean, he just wanted Harry to cuddle with him while he slept. He felt the quilt being pulled from under him then thrown over, warmth now surrounding him, making him more tired. His eyes were closed, he could no longer keep them open at all, as much as he tried to stay awake, he felt the shift in the bed and another hot being join him under the covers. Harry shuffled his body so he was right next to Louis, and slowly wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him in closer. He felt Louis' head fall onto his chest, so he placed his chin on top, his hands stroking Louis' back softly, it almost sounded like Louis was purring like a cat, he chuckled. Louis was so content, he could of died happy, sleeping in his lover's arms, nothing could of been better.
"I love you"
A kiss was left on the top of his head.