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sweat for me, sweat for me
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Louis is always so slow when he sucks Harry off.
Harry knows to be good, though. Good boys are patient, Louis says. And Harry is a good boy. He tries to be, at least. But it’s hard to focus on his manners when he has one of his thighs hitched over Louis’s shoulder with the other spread open wide to give him access.
He has one hand fisted in his own hair and the other in Louis’s, doing his best to be gentle and not tug. Last time he pulled Louis’s hair he got bit, and while that was fun, he quite likes the feeling of the mouth on his cock right now.
He loosens his grip on his own hair and puts both hands on Louis’s head, pushing back his fluffy fringe to watch his cock go in and out of his mouth. “Lou, c’mon,” he whines and wriggles his hips slightly but doesn’t lift them, lest he accidentally thrust into Louis’s mouth and earn himself a pinch and a lecture about patience.
Louis has him down halfway now, top teeth tucked under his upper lip with his tongue flat against the underside. Harry feels himself throb, the hand not being used to hold his dick in place fondles his balls and tugs on them gently.
Louis pops off and places several messy saliva soaked kisses to the tip and down his length, and Harry’s toes curl with want. He can feel an orgasm pooling in his stomach already, potent heat brewing under his bellybutton. He adjusts the leg that’s thrown over Louis’s shoulder and digs the heel of his foot into one of the dimples above the swell of his ass.
Louis ignores this, though, and firmly grips Harry’s cock in his hand and taps the tip against his tongue quickly several times, making Harry hiss and whine. His fingers tense in Louis’s hair and he stutters out an apology as soon as he does, but Louis opts to ignore this in favor of teasing Harry some more. He peers up at him through his eyelashes and keeps the same firm hold on Harry’s cock, sticking his tongue out and waving it in front of his mouth. The sensitive head brushes against the slick warmth of Louis’s tongue, and the cool air of the room fanning over it with each of the movements make Harry keen at an embarrassing volume.
“Lou, Louis, I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he whimpers and takes one hand from Louis’s hair to bring to his mouth and gnaw on his knuckles.
Louis makes a tiny sound, a patronizing scoff. He strokes Harry’s cock slowly, sliding his hand upwards and squeezing to milk out a clear pearl of precum from the tip. He pulls Harry’s foreskin back then points his tongue and flicks it over his urethra to lap it up, savoring the taste for a moment before murmuring, “no, you won’t.”
And, well. It’s not like Harry’s going to argue with that.
Louis strokes him tantalizingly slow, blowing a stream of cold air over his wet cock and sending goosebumps shooting down all of his limbs. He’s doing all he can not to draw blood while biting his knuckles, so he drifts his hand lower to his chest and gently rubs the pads of his fingers over his nipples. They’re puffy and red with arousal, pebbled up from being exposed to the cold air conditioned air of the hotel room.
Louis puts his mouth on him again, taking his full length until the tip bumps the back of his throat. He makes a soft gagging sound but regains his composure quickly, which is more than can be said about Harry.
Louis holds him like that for a second, swallowing and suckling to make his mouth and throat contract and squeeze around Harry’s dick in a way that makes Harry whimper loudly and tense his thighs. He wants to be good, and he’s really trying, but the soft, spongy wetness of Louis’s mouth is threatening to milk his orgasm out of him.
“Louis, I- I’m,” he stammers and pinches his own nipple roughly to hopefully distract him from his impending orgasm. It has the opposite effect though, as it sends ripples of pleasure down his body and makes his cock throb in Louis’s mouth.
Louis slowly lifts his head, dragging his tongue up the underside of his cock and spitting excess saliva and precum onto the tip. A thin string of spit connects his lips to the saliva dribbling down his cock and wetting his balls in the process, and Harry has to try very hard not to blow his load all over Louis’s face.
“You know,” Louis says conversationally, pumping his hand up and down Harry’s wet dick. He’s chosen a faster rhythm, and Harry let’s go of his nipple and Louis’s hair in favor of twisting his hands in the sheets. “You’re not being very good, Harry.”
Harry whines and pouts, because dammit, he’s trying. Before he can protest or defend himself, Louis taps the head of his cock against his tongue again, each tap making his body jolt slightly from the rough treatment. He wraps his lips around it again and pays special attention to the crown, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the shiny, swollen head. He laps at each new bubble of precum that leaks from it, and uses his opposite hand to fondle Harry’s balls.
“Hate when you call me that,” he pouts once more and tries to focus on not coming. He’s usually H or a random pet name. Harry is what Louis calls him when they’re in a fight or he’s being scolded. The complaint falls flat when Louis continues to suck him off. Tiny, soft gluck gluck sounds emanate from the back of his throat and it makes Harry’s toes curl and eyes flutter shut.
“F-fuck,” Harry says when Louis strokes him slowly and presses wet kisses up and down the side of his length, messily switching sides and smearing his face with Harry’s precum. “I want to come,” he begs, toes curling and uncurling as he tries not to. “ Please, please let me come. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Louis peers up at him, and Harry has a glimmer of hope that maybe Louis will take pity on him and give permission, but his red mouth opens and says, “no.”
Harry whines petulantly shifting his hips to and fro in order to rid himself of the feeling of being on edge. Louis is having none of that, though, and puts his hand in the bend of the knee that’s strewn over his shoulder and pushes upwards. Harry bends his leg and squeaks when the movement exposes his hole.
“Keep your leg this way,” he says after manhandling him into position.
As if Harry would even dream of doing anything else when Louis has him like this.
He nods and lets out a low groan when Louis holds his cock carefully and sucks one of his balls into his mouth, alternating and trailing kisses from his sack down to his taint. His hole flutters in anticipation, but Louis must be feeling exceptionally cruel, because the only treatment his hole is getting is excess saliva dripping onto it. He humps the air weakly, trying desperately to get some relief.
“Louis,” he sighs pathetically, voice high pitched and needy. He shudders when Louis mouth moves from kissing and licking his taint to bite his sensitive inner thigh. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to remind Harry of his place. He shivers again and goosebumps erupt on his chest and pebble up his nipples.
Louis’s hair is fluffy and tousled from the treatment from Harry’s hands, so he can’t help but smile when he looks between his legs and sees a mildly disgruntled looking Louis with mused hair peering back at him.
Louis returns his smile with a coy smirk and a quirked eyebrow and— oh— right. Harry flushes pink when he suddenly remembers the position he’s in.
“Turn over.”
Harry blinks at him then remembers how to move his limbs and carefully unfurls himself in order to flip onto his stomach, on his elbows and knees with his ass in the air.
He settles his cheek onto his folded hands in front of him, his long hair fanning out and bunching up across the sheets over his forearms. He chews on his lower lip and wiggles his ass, trying to make himself look inviting and, hopefully, irresistible enough for Louis to do something.
He almost says something but refrains, not wanting to be accused of being impatient or ungrateful, but he chews his bottom lip until it’s red and throbbing, cock is heavy and leaking between his thighs.
Louis takes his time feeling up the backs of his thighs and skirting his fingers over the swell of his ass. He kneads at the doughy flesh, pressing his lips and sinking his teeth into the divot where his butt meets his thigh.
Harry presses his cheek into his folded hands, whimpering and wiggling more incessantly because Louis still isn’t paying any attention to his hole and his dick is so hard he feels like all the blood in his body has traveled south.
“Can..” Harry shivers and furrows his eyebrows, a moan creeping up his throat when Louis bites one of his asscheeks particularly hard and smooths his tongue over the indents his teeth have left. “Can I touch myself?” Harry asks, nearly forgetting his manners. “Please?”
Louis ignores him and busies himself with kissing and sucking the milky white skin of his ass, grabbing hold of his thighs and jiggling them a bit. The movement makes Harry’s face feel hot with a tinge of humiliation, but it only makes him harder. “Hurts,” he sniffles, hoping maybe Louis might take pity on him.
Louis plants a sudden smack to one of his cheeks, and Harry jumps at the surprise and doesn’t hold back the loud moan that rips through him. His hands that once laid flat against the duvet now curl into fists, his feet flexing and wriggling as he tries to channel his movement elsewhere lest he be accused of trying to get away.
He buries his face into the blanket, a weak little sob itching at his throat. His cock hurts so bad, and he wants to touch, but Louis isn’t saying anything, and it’s so much—
He jolts when Louis suddenly grabs each of his cheeks firmly and spreads him wide. He then spits, his hole coated in saliva that’s soon dripping down his taint. The tips of his ears turn pink at the feeling, a tinge of embarrassment creeping up his spine.
He moans long and loud when Louis licks a warm, flat stripe over his hole and spits on him again. His hole flutters and he pushes his hips back to chase the feeling when Louis moves his mouth away.
He isn’t deprived much longer, because soon enough Louis has his mouth on him again and he begins to messily eat him out. He sucks and nibbles at Harry’s wet rim, noisily slurping and humming in contentment. He can feel spit dripping down his taint and balls, and he presses his face firmly into the mattress to muffle his embarrassing noises and his reddening face. When Louis grabs his cock he jumps and keens loudly, the sensation of the licks and kisses to his hole paired with Louis jacking him off have his thighs trembling.
“Please can I come, please,” Harry pleads with him, because he isn’t sure he can hold back much longer. His belly is heaving with each of his breaths, the sound of his cock in Louis’s hand wet and filthy.
“Shit- fuck, I’m coming, I’m sorry- gonna- ,” he whines mournfully, deciding he’s just going to deal with the consequences of coming without permission because he can’t hold back anymore. He lets out several whimpers that climb an octave each time he makes a sound, right on the edge and about to shoot off until Louis’s hands and mouth are gone, removed from his body and no longer touching him.
Harry gasps and rocks his hips into nothingness, cock bouncing and twitching, his hole clenching and unclenching when Louis gently blows air over it from a distance, the cold air fanning over his wet hole and making him shiver. “No,” he whines. He knows he’s probably being a brat, but he was so close.
Louis takes his time with kissing and gently biting the flesh of his ass, kneading the opposite cheek with his fingers. His silence unnerves Harry a little, but he speaks up after a second. “What a greedy little whore you are, darling,” he murmurs.
Harry’s face flames and he pinches his eyes shut. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, voice muffled in the sheets.
Louis kisses his hole affectionately and shuffles behind him, and Harry sighs wistfully when he hears the snick of the lube bottle cap. His eyes pop open when several droplets of lube are dripped over his entrance and smeared around with Louis’s middle and ring finger. He expects to be teased more, which is why he lets out a surprised sound when Louis sinks his middle finger down to the last knuckle at once. He arches his back when he starts curling his fingers, the digits not inserted inside him curling and brushing over the outside of his hole. With little preamble, Louis carefully inserts his ring finger alongside his middle, and twists his wrist to rotate his hand and curl his fingers upwards.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Harry whines when the movement makes Louis’s fingers prod his prostate. He lifts his head and grabs fistfuls of the covers beneath his hands, yanking on them and pushing back against his fingers.
“That’s it,” Louis says, admiration in his tone. Harry visibly preens, fucking himself on Louis’s fingers as he curls and uncurls them. His cock is throbbing in Louis’s other hand, holding him there and not stroking.
“I want you to fuck me, please,” Harry asks nicely, minding his manners. “I want you so bad, I’m so fucking hard,” he nearly chokes on his words. He lets out a tiny whimper when Louis’s fingering gets a bit more rough and precise, and he realizes he’s changed pace because he’s going to fuck him.
He makes an unhappy sound when Louis’s hands are off of him, but he melts into the mattress when he feels the heavy, solid weight of Louis’s cock resting between his cheeks against his hole. He startled slightly when large, cold drops of lube are dripped onto Louis’s cock and subsequently on Harry’s ass, but Louis begins to thrust gently, smearing the lube around with his dick.
Harry arches his back and moans loudly when Louis grabs hold of his own cock and taps it against his hole, and there’s so much lube that there’s a filthy wet splashing sound when he does.
“Put it inside, please, please,” he’s not above begging. He’s literally groveling on his hands and knees, begging and desperate to be fucked. He feels a few spots in his spine pop with how much he’s arching, hoping maybe Louis will take pity and finally fuck him. He’s been teased so much, and if you ask him, he’s been a good boy.
“Yeah? You want it?” Louis asks, and it sounds like he’s teasing. “How bad?”
Harry’s face burns with embarrassment, but at this point, his desperation gets the best of him. “So bad , I want you to fuck me so fucking bad,” he breathes out and feels his eyes sting. Louis prods his hole with the tip of his cock and Harry shifts impatiently. “I want you to fuck me so hard,” he gasps. “I want you to make me feel it for days, I want your cock buried deep inside of me, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want— “
He’s silenced by Louis lining himself up with his hole and burying himself inside to the hilt. Harry makes a choked, warbled sound in the back of his throat that spills from his mouth loudly. “Yes,” he cries with his face pressed into the mattress.
Louis grabs each cheek of Harry’s ass in his hands and kneads at them while he waits for him to adjust. He jiggles one of the globes in his hand and lifts his palm, smacking his hand down once on each cheek. Harry jumps and clenches down on his cock while Louis smooths his hand over the reddening flesh.
Harry wriggles his hips slightly and fucks himself back minutely, reaching his arms out straight in front of him to stretch and get a little bit better leverage.
“Work for it, baby, fuck yourself on me,” Louis says in a low, gravelly voice.
Harry’s stomach clenches and he huffs out a filthy moan when the movement makes him feel how deep Louis is buried in him, and he thinks if either of them pressed on his belly he’d be able to feel his dick from the outside.
He shakes this thought and focuses on the task at hand. He clenches the sheets in his fists and uses his his upper body to pull himself forward and his hips to rock himself back. His mouth falls open at the sensation, the slick glide of Louis’s cock fucking in and out of him bare is enough to make his cock throb weakly.
Louis reaches his left hand to grab Harry’s right cheek and starts meeting Harry’s movements with his own thrusts. The angle makes his toes curl and his spine arch impossibly further. The pace is slow, slower than he usually likes, but he knows how Louis likes to fuck. It doesn’t stop him from saying, “harder, please, fuck me harder.”
“Up on your hands, darling, up you get,” he says quietly in response, and Harry’s brain takes a second to comprehend how to do that. He figures it out after a moment and finds it more comfortable, rolling some of the kinks out of his neck and leaning forward to continue fucking himself, since Louis didn’t say to stop.
What he’s not expecting, though, is for Louis to reach forward and lace his fingers through the hair at the base of his scalp near the back at the crown of his head and yank with such force that his entire upper body lifts from the bed. His fingertips are barely grazing the mattress now, and the movement stuffs Louis’s cock as deep as it can go inside of him.
He chokes and sputters as he adjusts to the new feeling, panting out large breaths that make his stomach rise and fall rapidly. His mouth hangs open uselessly when Louis starts fucking him at a bruising pace, each brutal thrust jolting his entire body and making the bed creak.
“Oh,” he practically sobs out a deep, guttural groan and sits there, taking it. He can’t really do anything but take it in this position, and the thought of that makes him whine loudly. Each thrust coaxes out tiny ah, ah, ah, ah sounds from his throat, his eyes rolling back into his head. The hand not tangled in his hair is gripping his opposite shoulder to keep the leverage of the position, and Harry’s skin sizzles with how each thrust slams Louis’s cock further inside of him.
Louis relents eventually and eases him back down, and Harry collapses onto his elbows uselessly. His cock must be purple by now, he thinks, with how hard he is. “Want,” he inhales and attempts to remember the rest of what he’s trying to say. “Wanna come, please, so bad,” he slurs and sniffles a bit with just how badly he does.
Louis smooths his hands over the red and bruised skin of Harry’s ass and up his back, them down again to his hips. “I know, sweetness, but be patient for me, okay?”
Harry whines petulantly, but agrees nonetheless. “M’kay,” he whimpers.
Louis groans behind him, allowing himself several slow strokes before pulling out completely and rubbing his dick between his cheeks. Harry whines unabashedly at the loss, his toes curling and uncurling as he fights back the urge to complain— or worse— touch himself.
“Turn over,” Louis says for the second time that night.
Harry whimpers as he gracelessly shifts and flops onto his back, his thighs falling open. His cock is heavy and wet against his belly, aching to be touched. He peers up at Louis who looms over him, and a gentle smile blooms on his mouth.
Louis shuffles closer and grabs Harry by the thighs and yanks him down so they’re flush against each other. He lifts Harry’s left leg and leans forward, allowing the bend of his knee to rest on his shoulder, and he repeats this with his right leg as well. He turns his head towards Harry’s left leg and presses a soft kiss to his calf. His hand travels up his leg and rests on his foot, pressing his thumb to the arch and affectionately as he turns his head again and kisses his right calf. He reaches for the bottle of lube and squirts some on his cock that’s standing nearly at full attention and pumps his hand over himself a few times to smear it around. A soft, dopey smile spreads over his lips when he leans in, folding him in half, and Harry can’t help but wrap his arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“Hey,” Louis says, smiling sunnyly. He’s supporting his weight on his elbows below Harry’s raised arms, nearly nose to nose with him.
“Hi,” Harry replies with a small, breathless giggle. He shifts and crosses his ankles behind Louis’s head so they’re essentially locked into this position.
“Doing okay?” Louis asks him, eyes searching his face for signs of discomfort or unease.
Harry nods and runs his fingers through the soft, feathery hair at the back of Louis’s head. “Yeah, m’good,” he assures and bumps the tip of his nose into Louis’s affectionately. “You?”
Louis laughs airily, “yeah, same here,” he murmurs. “Kinda wanna keep fucking you, though.”
Harry’s face burns, but he nods, the hair fanned out beneath his head moving a tad. “Please,” he whispers shyly.
Louis uses one hand to reach down and grab his own cock, aligning it with Harry’s hole and pushes in. Harry’s jaw drops slowly, his red lips parting in bliss as he exhales and eyebrows furrowing when Louis sinks in his entire length. His fingers tighten in his hair and he lets out a small surprised sound when Louis’s mouth is on his.
Louis licks into his mouth as he begins to start moving his hips, and it’s a tantalizing pace, slow and steady. His body jiggles slightly with each pound inside, and he keens into Louis’s mouth when he starts sucking on his tongue. He sticks his tongue out a little further, eyes crossing a bit to try and get a view of him doing so. Louis pulled back with a wet pop and dives in for a proper kiss, tongues and teeth and lips meeting in practiced motions.
Louis quickens his thrusts as their kiss gains more passion, and Harry whines loudly. Their lips part and Harry inhales deeply, catching his breath and staring into Louis’s eyes. His gaze is so intense that he nearly closes his eyes, but he can’t look away. Blue and green are locked, the only noise filling the room is the sounds of sweaty skin slapping, the bed creaking, and tiny, desperate noises being fucked out of Harry’s throat.
“You’re so hot,” Harry blurts all of a sudden, brain a little fuzzy and incoherent with how steadily Louis is fucking him. He isn’t lying, either. Louis’s face is a bit pink from exertion, his hairline shiny with droplets of sweat. His brows are drawn together in concentration as he rocks his hips into Harry. His rhythm is smooth, his body rolling with each deep stroke.
“You’re cute,” Louis replies with a lopsided smile, a bit strained. He leans in and presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek, nosing down his neck and biting his throat gently.
Harry shudders and tilts his head to give Louis more access, goosebumps rising on the skin of his neck. “Oh, fuck, fuck me, just like that, don’t fucking stop,” he whimpers and Louis starts sucking on the skin there with a steady pressure. He knows it’ll probably leave a mark, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly at the realization.
After a few minutes, he shifts a bit uncomfortably as his thighs begin to burn from the position, and he tugs a little at Louis’s hair to get his attention.
Louis lifts his head and peers at Harry curiously, halting his movements. “You okay?”
“Yes, just- my legs are sore,” he explains. He uncrosses his ankles as Louis leans back and eases his legs off of his shoulders. He sighs gratefully and flexes his thighs, a small frown spreading on his mouth when the movement makes Louis’s cock slip out.
“Come back,” Harry pouts, aware of how needy he likely sounds. He extends his arms out and grins widely when Louis settles back down, their torsos firmly pressed together now. He wraps his legs around his waist, hands trailing down Louis’s lithe and curvy body and— just because he can— places his hands on the thick globes of Louis’s ass and kneads the flesh with his fingers.
“Have I ever told you how much I like your ass?”
Louis snorts and flexes the muscles in his cheeks, “once or twice.”
Harry giggles breathily and wriggles his hips, “can we fuck now?”
Louis barks out a laugh and reaches down to guide his cock back into Harry’s hole, thrusting in his entire length in one fluid motion. “Remember your manners, sweetness,” he purrs and gives a single harsh jab of his hips.
Harry’s jaw goes slack, the breath punched out of him. “Please, please can we- fu- uh! -uck,” he stammers and gasps when Louis wastes no time doing just that, sitting up and bracing his hands on Harry’s thighs while his body gyrates with each movement of his thrusts.
They slow their pace for a few moments, breathing each other’s air and staring into one another’s eyes. “So pretty like this, H,” Louis says on an exhale. “Do you like the way I give it to you?”
Harry pants in his face, overwhelmed with the filthy words he’s being told. “Yeah,” he replies, voice quiet but high pitched. “Yeah, yes,” he hiccups when Louis punctuates Harry’s words with an accompanying thrust.
Harry’s hands slip and he can feel the powerful, thick muscles in Louis’s thighs flex with each thrust. He moves his hands to skirt over his hips and doughy stomach, eager to touch every inch of the golden skin in front of him. He watches, mesmerized as a droplet of sweat travels down from his hairline behind his ear in a thin rivulet over his collarbone, the trail of liquid shiny as it glistens on his skin.
He whimpers when fingers curl around the underside and hold his face in place. “Look at me while I’m fucking you,” he says sternly.
Harry wants to say that he is looking at him— couldn’t stop if he tried— but the quip falls short and his eyes bore into Louis’s. His jaw falls open and Louis takes the opportunity to pop his thumb into Harry’s mouth, and without further thought, his swollen red lips wrap around it and suck on it.
“That’s it, baby,” Louis says and Harry can’t help but smile around the finger in his mouth. “So fucking good for me, my good boy,” he murmurs and extracts the finger from his mouth to use that hand to place in the small of Harry’s back. “Want you like this all the time, so beautiful.”
Harry keens loudly and makes a needy sound, puckering his lips weakly in an attempt to ask for a kiss.
Louis coos at him and slows his rhythm then leans in so their torsos are pressed together completely. Harry’s cock is wedged between their bellies and weeping at the tip, aching and so, so hard. Louis shifts his arms to wrap underneath Harry’s and link his fingers together behind his neck and caging him in. “You’re so fucking sexy, make me so fucking horny,” he moans needlessly, and it makes Harry blush.
Harry wraps his legs around Louis’s waist tightly, arms wrapping around his back to hold him close. “Wanna come, wanna come so bad,” he whispers and thrusts his hips up slightly to get some friction on his throbbing dick. Louis’s thrusts are slow and calculated, his body rolling over his.
“I know you do,” Louis retorts, but his tone is sweet. “I’m gonna make you come,” he says with finality, and rolls his entire body into his next thrust. Harry’s entire body jolts with it, the headboard slamming against the wall with a loud thunk.
“Thank you,” Harry gasps and lets out a loud moan that could also be a sob, he isn’t sure, when Louis picks up a steady rhythm that nails his prostate with each thrust. He leans his neck back against Louis’s laced fingers, and Louis takes the opportunity to kiss him hard on the mouth. “Please- don’t stop,” he whines and feels his thighs quake with arousal.
“Such good manners,” Louis says into his mouth and pounds him steadily.
Needy, high whimpers are coaxed from his throat with each stroke inside, and he gasps when familiar heat pools in his stomach. His lips move, but no words come out, and he realizes Louis has essentially fucked him beyond the point of words.
“I know,” Louis says though Harry’s not spoken a word, as he keeps the same bruising pace. “I know, it feels good, doesn’t it?” He says as he gazes into his eyes.
Harry chokes out a loud, choppy groan. The friction on his cock wedged between their bellies is almost sending him over the edge, but he knows to ask first. “Come?” He gasps, warbled, hoping Louis understands.
His thighs have loosened their grip on his waist, jiggling and moving with each powerful thrust. “Yeah, let go for me, come with me inside you,” he moans and repositions his hands to have one cradle the back of Harry’s head and the other to grab one of his thighs.
“Oh, I’m coming- I’m coming,” Harry babbles and whines when Louis covers his mouth with his, swallowing his moans.
Harry scratches his nails all the way down Louis’s back as his balls draw up tight to his body and his cock pulses out thick ropes of cum that coat their bellies. He bites down hard on Louis’s bottom lip as he quivers and shakes through his orgasm, his entire body spasming with the intensity. He pants quickly and shakes, thighs trembling as aftershocks ripple through him and make another tiny pulse of cum dribble from his tip.
He catches his breath and moves his hands to caress Louis’s face, who’s sweaty and tense with exertion. “Are you close?” He asks him, clenching down around Louis’s length to earn a staccato moan punched out of him.
His thrusts stutter and become sloppy, thighs shaking a little as the grip on Harry’s thigh slips. He moves to rest his weight on his elbows and stare directly at Harry, who’s body is jostling with each bruising thrust. “Yes, oh, babe, fuck, I’m so close,” he sighs wantonly. “In or out?” He asks quickly, and Harry can tell he’s right on the edge.
Harry strokes his face and cards his fingers through his hair gently, “in, baby, come inside me,” he almost begs for it, tightening his legs around him. “You make me feel so good, fuck me so well, I wanna feel you come in me,” he says and makes himself blush. He knows it’ll get Louis there, though, so he continues. “Stuff me full, Lou, I want it,” he whimpers when Louis drops his face into his neck and bites the junction of his shoulder. “Want you to blow your load inside of me, please, give it to me,” he cries and his breath hitches when Louis lets out a long, loud moan, his breath hot and wet against his skin.
His hips stutter and press flush to his cheeks, rocking them shallowly as Harry feels slick warmth coat his insides while Louis pants loudly in his ear. He moans obscenely and clenches around him, hoping to milk every last drop from him. He pets his hands over Louis’s back and down his sides, soothing him through his orgasm and tiny aftershocks.
Louis collapses his body weight on top of him and groans into his neck and before long he lifts his face and kisses him hard. Their lips move and meld together familiarly, slow and passionate. Harry licks desperately into Louis’s mouth, savoring the taste of him as they both start to soak up the afterglow. Soft, wet smacking of lips fills the room and Harry smiles into Louis’s mouth before they part.
“Hi,” Harry murmurs after pressing his forehead against Louis’s.
Louis laughs and pecks Harry’s nose, “hi,” he parrots back at him. He sits up without pulling out, a little shaky. He runs his hands over Harry’s thighs and gingerly pulls his softening cock out of his hole, making him hiss and Louis murmur gentle apologies in response.
Louis groans when he looks down and Harry’s cheeks flame, but he knows what he likes. He bears down slightly to push some of the cum out of his hole, and he feels filthy with the sticky liquid leaking out of him. It makes Louis whimper, though, as he brings his hand to Harry’s puffy hole and stuffs two fingers inside.
“Ah,” Harry gasps and fights the urge to close his thighs. “Sensitive,” he whispers and squeaks when the fingers are extracted in a scooping motion.
“Open your mouth,” Louis says and brings his cum covered fingers to Harry’s lips.
Harry turns red but listens, his swollen lips parting as Louis dips the fingers inside and swipes them over his tongue. He closes his lips around them and sucks obediently, maintaining eye contact with Louis as he cleans the digits.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Louis groans and fucks his fingers in and out of his mouth gently. ”Bit of a cum slut, hm?”
If possible, Harry reddens even more. After Louis pulls his fingers from his mouth, he replies, “for you.”
Louis moans lowly, “fuck, baby,” he says without explanation and, yeah, Harry gets it.
Louis shimmies down Harry’s body and stops when he’s face to face with his softening cock, still wet and red. He kisses it softly, but the contact on the over sensitive skin makes him jump and whine. Louis murmurs gentle, comforting words as he runs his hands over the soft skin of his upper thighs. Harry calms a little, trusting that Louis will take care of him like he has before. He likes this, too, when he’s fucked out post orgasm and he’s played with some more, Louis’s soft and nimble hands soothing him through the afterglow. He presses his lips up and down his length, gentle smacking sounds emanating from the kisses. Harry startles and his hips jump with each one, his fingers twisted in the sheets as he tries not to get hard again from the overstimulation. “Ah, Lou,” he whimpers and arches his back when Louis flattens his tongue and licks one long stripe from his balls to the tip, dipping the tip of his tongue into his foreskin to get a taste of his cum.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Harry curses and breathes rapidly, stomach clenching at the sensation. Louis continues his soothing touches over his thighs, letting them rest on his love handles when he steadily crawls up the bed. He trails his tongue over his plush belly and laps up some of the cum there and collects it on his tongue. He holds it in his mouth until he makes his way up Harry’s body and caresses his face in his hand, thumb prying his lips apart as he presses in for a kiss.
Harry’s moan is embarrassing, but he can’t help it. They swipe their tongues over each other’s fluidly, swapping the cum between their mouths until Louis lifts up and pulls away. Harry whines at the sight of him above him, red faced and a tad sweaty, some remnants of cum still making his lips shiny. There’s a thin string of it connecting their mouths, Louis takes advantage of Harry’s parted lips to spit the rest of the cum into his open mouth. He groans and sits there with his mouth full of frothy, gooey cum as he waits for his next direction.
“Swallow it, baby. Swallow your cum,” Louis whispers and caresses his face gently.
Harry nods eagerly and closes his mouth, swallowing his own load and feeling impossibly filthy.
“Open, show me,” Louis commands and Harry eagerly does so, lifting his tongue and shifting it side to side to show him how good of a job he did.
“Oh, what a good boy you are,” Louis coos and leans in again to kiss him hard, both of their lips still mildly sticky with cum, but neither of them caring that much.
After a few minutes of gentle kissing, Louis speaks. “I’m gonna go get a towel and clean you up, okay?” He says and runs a soothing hand over his side, planting a kiss to his cheek.
Harry frowns slightly, feeling irrationally clingy. “M’kay,” he mumbles and leans into another cheek kiss. Louis peppers several kisses to his face until Harry is fighting back giggles, a smile creeping over his face.
True to his word, Louis comes back with a damp towel and even some lotion and a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the kitchenette. He’s dressed himself in a pair of briefs and his stomach has no traces of cum on it anymore. He hands Harry the water who gulps down half of it before Louis pipes up and says, “slow, baby. Or you’ll make yourself sick.”
Harry smiles, feeling taken care of as he listens and sips at the water slower and then places the bottle on the nightstand . He turns sheepish and shy when Louis starts wiping the cum off of him, starting with his belly then traveling downwards to gingerly wipe between his cheeks. His face burns and he flops an arm over his face when Louis looks up at him.
Next is the lotion, which Louis pushes his hip to the side for. Harry lays with his lower half twisted to the side while Louis applies a few layers of lotion to the slightly red and puckered skin of his butt, the cream soothing the sting that’s begun to wear off.
He tosses the towel and closed bottle of lotion onto the floor and crawls next to him, pulling him so they’re both laying face to face on their sides. He nudges Harry’s arm away and leans closer to nose at his cheek and presses a kiss there. “You were marvelous, sweet. So good,” he murmurs into his ear, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms.
Harry sighs contentedly and snuggles in closer to Louis, “yeah?” He asks sheepishly.
“Yes,” Louis replies almost instantly. “My good boy.
Harry smiles and bites his lip at the compliment, hooking a leg over Louis’s hip. “You did well too, Lou. Take such good care of me,” he says sincerely. He wants Louis to know he was a good boy, too.
Louis smiles a tad shyly but accepts the compliment nonetheless. “Thank you, baby. I’m glad,” he nearly coos and kisses from his neck to his shoulder then back up again. He plants tiny pecks along his jaw and to his chin then firmly on his mouth, licking inside gently.
Harry shivers and shines under all the attention, relishing in the way Louis’s lips feel on his skin and the way his hand pets up and down his spine.
And when they fall asleep like that, tangled in each other and breathing softly, lulled to sleep by the sounds of the city outside and the timed hum of the air conditioner, Harry sleeps peacefully, feeling warm, happy, and safe.