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Beat Brothers Gonna Work It Out (Mixing my musical references there). 


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[smrwine]

au (or is it?) where harry comes home unexpectedly and he hears arctic monkeys playing from their bedroom and when he gets closer he can hear louis' whimpers and once he opens the door he realizes louis isn't just fucking himself on a dildo /listening/ to am but he's watching a video playlist on youtube from the laptop on the night stand... harry gets jealous and you know what to do so bye

This drabble request was inspired by this ask. Enjoy!

Surprising Louis was never an easy feat.

Most surprises went unraveled before Harry actually had the opportunity to reveal them. Louis was intuitive and clever, and somehow always found a way to pick up on whatever Harry was up to, spoiling any plans that were structured and carefully thought out. But not now, however. Not this time.

Spontaneously, Harry packed up mid-tour and booked a single flight home, letting no one know where he was off to, and convincing Louis he would enjoy his week off in the states. As he stepped out of the town car and made his way to their front door in the midst of the night, Harry was positive Louis would be tucked away, asleep, and entirely unsuspecting.

Harry entered their home, all curtains drawn and lights out for the night. Perfect.

He left his belongings at the door, heading straight for the master bedroom to pounce on Louis’ resting figure. Interrupting his sleep was a risk, but he was absolutely certain Louis had no idea, and would be thrilled to see his partner after so long.

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he heard rustling and movement, and the unmistakable sound of Louis crooning. It was well into the evening, Harry couldn’t imagine what he was doing up.

Ohh, fuck.

Harry sprang to the hinges of their bedroom door at the sound of Louis’ moan. Adrenalin pumping, Harry pushed through the entrance and froze in his steps as the scene unfolded before him.

Louis was laid out naked on his side, back facing Harry, and his arse stuffed with a pretty glass dildo, pink heart hand blown and gleaming at its base. Louis was trembling, his body so visibly close to its climax with none other than Arctic Monkeys rugged sound guiding him through it. R u mine? The title of the video read on the laptop placed beside Louis. Three minutes and forty four seconds of Alex Turner’s handsome jawline, slicked back hair, and devilishly handsome sneer at the camera as he recited his own lyrics back to it. Harry knew. Louis only forced him to watch it nine and half dozen times.

“Enjoying the view?”

Louis must not have heard Harry barge through their door if his startled figure was anything to go by.

“H-Harry?” he moaned, still not pausing the fluid in and out motion of his dildo. “Harry—babe, what are you doing he—“

“Y’getting yourself off to this twat again?” Harry stood with his hands on his hips, keeping his cool as Louis clearly fucked himself with the glass toy.

“No, fuck,” Louis breathlessly lied over his shoulder and rolled his head back towards the video to finish himself off.

Harry wrapped his hand around Louis’ wrist and halted the desperate slide of his toy. Louis whined in frustration, temples beaded with sweat and determination. He could never quite get himself off on his own without a bit of a work out.

“Ease it out,” Harry instructed with a tight grip. “Now.”

Louis looked up to him with glistening eyes and trusting smile that almost went unnoticed. Carefully, he pulled the glass piece out of his hole, clenching around the pleasure as the dips and ridges slid out of him. Harry grabbed the heart shaped base as soon as it was out of him. Such a pretty thing for his pretty boy.

“Hands and knees,”

“But, Harry, I’m so close—“

“Quiet.” Harry set his jaw and moved to undress behind him. “Do as I say or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

Louis immediately folded into position on shaking knees, heavy breaths curling in the air. Harry took his time stripping off his clothing, shoe by shoe, button by button. He knew just how impatient Louis could get, and it was important that he put his climax off as long as possible.

“You filthy boy,” Harry chided, undoing his belt and letting his trousers fall to the ground. “I expected you’d be asleep,” Louis wiggled his bum, likely feeling quite empty and desperate. “I wanted to surprise you, maybe gently kiss you awake, and fall back asleep with you until morning...” Harry finally let his blouse slip from his shoulders as he gave his cock a bit of a slap to get it up quicker. Jet lag was a pain. “But look what being generous got me. All I get in return is my naughty, naughty, boy fucking himself to the sight of his boyhood crush.”

Harry reprimanded Louis as he crawled up behind him, hands itching to touch, spank, and squeeze him, until suddenly, his eyes caught on something.

“What’s this?” Harry wondered aloud as he picked up tiny articles of clothing and saw the tips of Louis’ ears go red.

“Harry, please—“

Harry thumbed the soft fabric of black lace panties and picked up knee high socks that matched. Knee socks. Bloody hell. Louis was clearly fond of Alex’s AM era, and the aesthetics that came along with it.

“Oh, baby, you went all out for this.” Harry teased as Louis hid his burning face in the pillows. “You wanted the entire fantasy didn’t you?”

A reluctant yes slipped past Louis’ muffled lips and a pleasured groan from somewhere in his chest. It almost sounded like he was into it, as if the embarrassment kept him hard and needy.

“How did it feel?” Harry whispered against the shell of his ear, Alex’s voice fading out as the song ended. “Did you finally feel like all the other slags he shags and writes songs about? Did you picture him peeling off these socks from your pretty legs, with nothing but his teeth?”

Louis spread his legs further and desperately searched for any type of friction, greedy little thing. Harry stopped him with a sharp crack to the arse and assistance in lifting his hips back up.

“Answer me.”

“No, I didn’t, I-I thought about how it would feel if—“ Louis abruptly bit against his lip.

“Feel if, what, darling?” Harry encouraged with a kiss to the curve of his neck, making Louis feel as comfortable as possible.

“Just how, um…” Louis hesitated, yet pressed back against the warmth of Harry. “just how it would feel if...if he tied me up and gagged me with them. How good it would feel to be his little cream filled tart.”

Harry smirked at the filth of his cunningly innocent metaphor, proud that Louis was willing to be so open with him.

“Mmm, sounds sexy,” Harry backed up, bringing Louis’ arms behind himself, and began lacing one of the knee high socks around his wrists. “Mind if I take a dip in that day dream?”

“Fuck sake, Harry.”

With a pleased laugh, Harry tied the knot around Louis’ wrists and grabbed the other sock to tie around his ankles. If being tied up is what Louis desired, it’s what Harry would give to him.

“What’s your colour, baby?”

“Green.” he sighed.

Harry thoroughly walked him through their safe words and what movements to make if Louis was unable to speak. Both understood their roles and both knew exactly what to do in case something didn’t quite go right.  

Louis’ attention drifted back towards the laptop screen where an auto playlist of their entire Glastonbury set began. Alex’s accent was thick, and the gel that slicked back his unruly black hair was thicker. He looked fit, Harry would give him that. Alex wasn’t quite his type, but he filled out his 50s inspired blazer nicely, and had a whimsical charm about him.

Harry gave Louis’ bum a swat, reeling his attention back onto him.

“Look at you,” Harry chided, grabbing Louis’ hips and dragging him closer to him. “About to get fucked senseless and you can’t even keep your eyes off him. Maybe I should have blindfolded you with—“

“No!” Louis interrupted desperately. “I mean, no, please.”

Harry lifted Louis to his chest, his back warm against him, and his head placed on his shoulder. His bound ankles and wrists so powerless under his control.

“Not another word, my little tart.”

Louis melted at the honeyed tone of Harry’s voice and practically sighed in relief as Harry stuffed his willing mouth with the black lace panties. Harry cuddled him tight from behind, running his hands over his body gently, and dropping tender kisses along the glistening skin of his neck. Even as he physically worshipped Louis, Harry caught him peeking over at the laptop, eyes following Alex’s every move.

With a low growl of frustration, Harry wrapped one hand around Louis’ cock, and the other around his own. Gently, he teased his thumb under the lip of Louis’ foreskin, and simultaneously rubbed his length between his cheeks. It wasn’t enough to get him to look away, but it at least had his lashes fluttering.  

Louis hummed in pleasure as Harry prodded his tip around his slick hole, circling his hips to chase the feeling whilst still keeping his eyes on the screen. He couldn’t beg Harry, and he couldn’t reach out and put it in himself, he could only sit there and be pleasured at Harry’s mercy.

“You’re looking at him even though you have me.” Harry pressed his tip in only to pull it out. “M’here, ready to give it to you every way you like, but your cock only gets hard for a semi-famous greaser. Tell me, baby, is it worth my time fucking you when he’s all you can think about?”

Louis whined, throwing his head back, and pitching a proper fit. He thrust his arse back, catching the teasing head of Harry’s cock and letting it be enveloped in his warmth.

“Oh, shit—“

Harry was thoroughly caught off guard for a moment. Louis’ hole was tight and wet, and just on the right side of greedy.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he regretfully pulled out and placed his hands on Louis’ sides. “You selfish, selfish, boy.”

Harry tipped him forward into the mattress and rolled him carefully onto his side. Louis’ chest was flushed a deep red and his lower tummy was smeared with precome.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? You love hearing just how much of a slag you are for rockstar cock.”

Harry ripped the saliva soaked panties from Louis’ mouth and replaced them with his mouth. He needed a taste. Needed the filth of that moment placed directly on his tongue. Louis moaned into it, sucking Harry into his mouth and nibbling harshly on his bottom lip.

Harry gave his arse a slap and rubbed away the scorching sting. Louis was weak, and begging for it in the tone of his whimpers.

“Keep your eyes on him,” Harry instructed. “M’gonna give you everything you want now.”

Louis continued to look up at Harry, eyes a glossy shade of passionate. Harry smiled, turning his chin back towards the screen and fitting himself comfortably behind him. A sigh passed Louis’s lips as Harry wrapped one arm around his chest, and used the other to guide his cock deep into Louis’ hole. The feel of him sent Harry’s adrenaline coursing. His hips began to thrust without another thought.

“Oh, ohh, fuck,”  Louis cried as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Keep your eyes open,” Harry punctuated with a hard thrust “You wanted to get off on him? That’s what you’re going to get.”

Louis went to speak but went breathless as Harry fucked into him hard, skin on skin producing a lustful soundtrack. Harry glanced over at the laptop, Alex led the adoring crowd into a new song. Dancing Shoes. The man looked like sex on legs with his guitar strapped, and his unperturbed aura. Louis’ eyes were welled and unblinking.

Harry thrust his hips to the rhythm of the baseline, oddly enough getting off to the fact that Louis’ attention was fixated on someone else. He didn’t mind fighting for it. If anything, the hint of competition improves his performance.

“Feels good,” Louis moaned. “Harder.”

Harry groaned, frustrated, feeling like he couldn’t satiate Louis how Louis imagined Alex could. Harry dug his hands into Louis’ skin and slammed into him on the verge of harsh. But it felt so good. With Louis’ arms and legs bound he could only wriggle around so much, and his tied ankles kept the slide between his cheeks tight.

“Oh, god. Ohh, god.”

Louis cried out his praise over and over, layering seamlessly with the melody on the screen.

“Say my name.” Harry ordered. “Give your praise to me.”

Harry thrust and thrust and waited for his name to slip easily past Louis’ lips, but it didn’t. Louis was caught in a visible dilemma, watching the screen with pinch brows and letting his gaze flicker back towards Harry.

“Oh, I see,” Harry slowed the pace of his hips, only allowing harsh jabs every so often. “You want to call me by his name, yeah? Alex?”

Louis cried out as he roughly wiggled his bum backwards. His gaze kept over his shoulder. His eyes filled to the very brim with pleasure and need, as they fixated on Harry’s plump lips. Little whimpers of please, please, please, filled the room as he practically rode Harry’s cock from his sideways position.

He was desperate for Harry, and it showed.

“That’s right, I know you won’t.” Harry picked up the pace of his thrusts. “You won’t ever call out his name, because no one can make you feel like this. No one else but me.”

“Harry—ohhh,” Louis’ tone bounced around in his chest as Harry pounded ravenously into him. “Harry, want to—fuck—want to look at you. Want to see you. Please?”

It only took but a second for Harry to indulge him, freeing him of his bound wrists and ankles, and lying him gently on his back. Harry kissed him deeply and felt every limb of Louis’ wrap securely around his frame.

“I’ve got you, baby. M’right here.” Harry guided his cock back into Louis, eye contact held in the process.

A pesky sound came from their right, Alex Turner crooning a new song into his mic. Harry slammed the laptop closed and pushed it onto the ground, successfully silencing him, and receiving every last bit of attention Louis had to offer.

“Come whenever you want, sweetheart.” Harry kisses the forehead of his lover below him. “You’ve been so good for me.”

Louis thread both hands between the curls at Harry’s neck, and kept his eyes locked on his. Harry could feel his orgasm coming on. Warmth and tightness gathered at his groin. Louis kissed him softly, lips bitten and pink from holding off for so long.

“Touch me.”

Harry wrapped his hand firmly around Louis’ cock stroking him and stroking him with the same vigor and relentlessness of the pounding of his hips. It wasn’t long until Louis came all over himself with a cry of Harry’s name, and a rough tug to the curls at his neck. The feel of his arse clenching around him had Harry spilling into him only a minute later. A warm, hot, sticky mess that Harry couldn’t wait to clean up.

“God, baby, you’re perfect. So perfect.” Harry praise with gentle kisses sprinkled upon Louis’ flushed red cheeks. “Are you feeling alright? Was that good for you?”

Louis winced as Harry pulled out and come trickled down from inside of him, but his face softened immediately as Harry pulled him in tight against his chest.

“That was so good, Harry. Really, good.” his voice was light and a bit hoarse. “Can you draw us a bath in a minute? M’gonna need it after that.”

“Of course, darling. Of course.”

Harry was still a bit breathless along with Louis on top of him. He dragged his fingertips carefully across Louis’ glistening skin, calming both of them down with the gentle, constant, movement‍‍. It felt too good to have Louis in his arms again.

“I knew you were coming back home.” Louis softly admitted, breaking Harry out of his post sex daze.

“You, what? How?” Harry stumbled over his words as Louis giggled in his arms.

“You purchased your flight back on our card and I got a notification, you idiot.” Louis laughed, Harry internally kicked himself. “I knew you would want to come home and sleep, and then you’d be in and out of sleep for the next two or so days, and I just couldn’t let you have that. Not before you got me off at least.”

“Mm, that’s fair.” Harry decided, tucking Louis tighter up under his arm. “And what about this whole Alex thing? Should I expect more of him in the bedroom?”

Louis wiggled his brows, smile mischievous. “Possibly.”

[music-nostalgia-truro]

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[zwentner]

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