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“I think [camp] is about enjoyment and about fun. No judgement. Having fun with clothes. I think it’s a good time for that right now as well, with people being who they are.”
by @caroleighlayne 💕
FIC REC: Vinyl and Lace {by objectlesson}
“You don’t look stupid. You look…you look—” he struggles, since nothing at all in the English language could possibly encompass the way Harry looks right now, or ever, really.
“—like a boy in knickers?” Harry asks, wrinkling up his nose like that’s a gross thing, an embarrassing thing to be. Louis’s heart kicks in his chest, and he wets his lips with his tongue.
“Yes. Like a boy in knickers,” he murmurs breathily. “Turn around, lemme see your bum.”
Harry makes a pitiful, shamed noise as he does it, and the sound goes straight to Louis’s dick. He palms over Harry’s sides as he spins, teeth in his lip because Harry is so fucking gorgeous, awkward and long and gangly as he arches his back and looks over his own shoulder at his ass. “S’ the wrong shape, like, they’re made for girls so they fit me all wrong,” he explains, snapping the elastic against his skin.
Fuck, Louis thinks wildly, cupping the pale swell of his cheeks and squeezing, pulling them apart and watching the lace creep further into his crack. “I know,” he whispers, dragging his hands down Harry’s thighs, his skin drawn up into gooseflesh, pink and lovely, and he can’t wait to get it between his teeth.
Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn’t think it’s very funny.
Louis’ camera roll
i hope harry cries while he gets fucked
#imagine him rocking back and forth trying to fuck himself on the plug he’s wearing #making it shift inside him and rub him the right way #biting into his bicep to stay quiet #heavy cock leaving sticky trails on the insides of his thighs #starting to sweat #not allowed to touch
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