okay but can we fucking talk about how this most definitely is his ‘I want to come but I can’t come’ face, as if hes been fucking Louis slow all night.
Just… Louis being a little shit onstage, shaking his arse, and Louis knows Harry knows he can’t touch, so he just amps up the teasing, throwing that look that makes Harry feel heat zip down his spine. And once they get offstage, Harry has him pinned to the wall, mouthing against the nape of his neck, grinding his half hard cock into Louis’ arse, and Louis’ mouth goes just a little bit dry and demands to get back to the hotel right the fuck now.
The ride back is pretty uneventful, and by uneventful Harry means he got a warm lap of Louis straddling his thighs, swiveling his hips and crushing their mouths together as Harry’s hands wander around and under Louis’ threadbare tank.
They bang into the hotel room, and Harry topples them over onto the bed, and Louis barely recovers before Harry comes crashing down and smothering their lips together, the air knocked right out of him again, pinned under Harry’s weight.
Harry shoves his hands under Louis and rolls them over so Louis is on top of him and smooths his hands over the skin of his sides underneath his tank. It makes Louis drop his head back and lull to the side, and moan when harry gives the slightest tweak.
Harry knows its starting to get a bit sensitive for Louis when his moans start getting choppier, but Louis makes the executive decision and shoves at Harry’s hands and falls to the side off Harry’s lap.
“Off. Everything off, right now.” Louis says, stripping off his clothes deftly as he says the words.
Harry obliges, albeit not as quickly as Louis did. He’s still in his pants when louis is stark naked.
“Hurry the fuck up.” Harry sees Louis eyeing the tent in his tight jeans and knows how this night is going to play out, even if Louis doesn’t.
Louis doesn’t look impressed. He just clambers onto the bed and settles himself on his hands and knees, arse facing Harry, and looks over his shoulder. “Convinced yet?”
Harry just smirks and knees himself onto the bed, not touching Louis. The fucker. “Hmm, maybe.”
Louis lets out an exasperated sigh and face plants into the sheets.
Big mistake. Harry’s hands smooth over his back all the way up to his shoulder blades, keeping him in place on the bed.
“I think I’m gonna treat myself to a meal, yeah?” Harry says, and Louis tries to lift his head a little and ask what the fuck does that even mean, but Harry’s hands are gone as quick as they came and Louis feels something warm an wet brush over his rim.
Harry eats him out languidly, long, firm strokes that barely dip inside Louis’ hole, and Louis pants into the sheets, getting them damp with saliva and a few tears. Louis can’t even get relief from rutting into the sheets, Harry’s hands keeping him firm on his knees so his cock is blood heavy and just hangs between his thighs.
Louis doesn’t know how much longer he can take this, but he feels Harry stroke wet fingers against his hole, and finally, finally, he’s starting to feel the stretch he craves.
The fingering goes quickly, almost clinically, as if Harry wants to come as badly as Louis does. It wouldn’t be a lie.
Louis is still on all fours when Harry starts to push in, hands firm on his waist, eliciting a long drawn out moan from Louis.
“Fuck me,” Louis gasps into the sheets. “Fuck me already, I don’t think I can take anymore teasing from you.”
Harry leans down so his chest is flush with Louis’ back and mouth right up against Louis’ ear. “That’s too bad.”
Harry lifts himself back up so he can watch himself, and pulls back in one smooth stroke and in again, setting a slow pace, angling his hips so his cock barely even brushes Louis’ prostate.
Like this, there’s barely any sound that is resulting from the actual fucking, it’s all Louis, heaving lungfuls of air as if he can’t get enough. It’s mainly incoherent speech, begging Harry to just give it to him, but Harry isn’t caving. Louis teased him all fucking night, and knew what he was doing, and Harry is going to do the same.
It’s easier said than done, of course. In no time at all, Harry is starting to tremble, just a little bit, with all the effort he’s putting in staving off his orgasm. Louis can feel it in Harry’s grip, constantly flexing against his hips, and lays his head on the side and lets out the softest ‘please.’
Harry loses it at that, and starts fucking into Louis like he wanted to do all night. Louis is loud loud loud now, freely letting sounds fall from his lips, only half muffled by the sheets. Harry slides one hand down from his grip on Louis’ waist and starts jerking him off in time with his thrusts, brutal and hard.
Louis wails with his head tipped to the side, come splattering underneath him and Harry follows after, pitching himself forward and latching onto Louis’ shoulderblade, sucking a pretty large lovebite as Harry’s thrusts start to slow, riding out both their orgasms
After they’ve caught their breaths, Harry pulls out slowly, and it’s just now hitting him that they didn’t use a rubber.
Oh well. Louis’ arse is beautiful when it leaks come, and it usually leads to round two.
It definitely leads to round two.