click click
There it goes.
"You in here? You actually cleaned I- fucking hell."
"Maybe" Harry thought "If I close my eyes he won't see." Except he was on full display for Louis who had a death grip on the doorknob. Completely naked, legs spread apart with a perfect view on the two fingers stuffed away.
One might even say this was on purpose, a fun little surprise for his husband.
If only Harry listened closely enough he could hear Louis' heart jackrabbiting in his chest but even if he tried to he wouldn't be able to hear it, due to his own heartbeat drilling a hole in his chest.
"Come on say something witty" was Harry's next thought to himself because apparently Louis had swallowed his tongue.
"Don't you know it's rude to walk in on someone like that." Harry finally voiced out since Louis decided to stay silent. No matter how chill he tried to sound his voice still came out unsteady and breathless. All of a sudden he was very aware of the intrusion between his legs but he didn't dare to move his fingers or open his eyes.
"No, of course. Eh- sorry." Is that a stutter? Is Louis really stuttering now? Somehow Louis losing his cool makes the situation worse.
However Harry didn't hear him move or walk out or close the door. He waited what felt like an eternity but which probably only was around four seconds.
"You look obscene." Louis said, voice clear and knowing, maybe even teasing. Ah right, there he is. He just needed to collect himself before he could properly come at Harry.
"Is this how we welcome each other now?" Louis closed the door which led to Harry opening his eyes and looking at him in disbelief. Harry had to hold himself back to not moan out loud at the sight of him.
"Do you mind?" Harry starts breathless even though he would very much appreciate some help right now.
"No not at all, I was just going to put my stuff away anyway." Was his answer and only then did Harry see the bag on his shoulder. He huffed out a breath and threw his head back onto the pillow, concentrating on the task at hand as Louis walked over to the closet.
This was insane. So intimate, yet so casual. Harry had half a mind to ask what he was doing here but that thought went flying when he moved his finger again. The presence of Louis urged him on, so he slowly pulled out and pushed them back in. It also kind of aggravated him that Louis was standing with his back to him, his whole attention at the closet as Harry was staring at his back.
So he thought he'd do what he can do best, make himself the center of attention.
He pumped the digits in and out, moans pouring out of his mouth. A string of "uh's" leaving his lips every time he thrust his fingers in. With his half closed eyes he could still see Louis stopping his actions for a second. If he wouldn't have his gaze glued to him he would've probably missed it.
Harry wasn't really an impatient person but Louis has some great effects on him. He whines, thrashing his head from left to right when he still can't feel the pleasure he so craves. His eyes are fully closed now and the two fingers pump into almost aggressively now.
"Please." It's a really small sound, Harry probably didn't even hear it himself. With every second passing he became more frustrated. More demanding, but more desperate. Helpless. Perhaps in Louis' mercy.
Louis on the other hand thought it was quite enjoyable and entertaining to watch him at first, but after a few moments it's almost sad and painful. He stands by the edge of the bed, Harry's toes pointed at him and a perfect view to what's happening in front of him.
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Harry's body covered in a thin layer of sweet, almost as if he was glazed in coat of sugar and his body desperately rocking down on his fingers.
For a second he thought about waiting until Harry finally gives in but Louis just doesn't have it in him to be so cruel right now. Not when Harry is nearly presenting himself to Louis like this.
A soft groan leaves Harry's lips and then he felt pressure around his wrist, stopping his actions. Louis was firmly holding his wrist, stilling him from continuing and staring down at him. When Harry opened his eyes Louis is met with teary, glazed over eyes. So unfocused, so lost, it seemed that Harry needed him more than Louis realized. Truly at his mercy.
"That can't possibly feel good now, can it my love?" Louis whispered, referring back to Harry's desperate attempts of pleasing himself. A sheer whimper was the man's response to his questions, accommodated by a tear that has been begging to run free trail down his face.
Gently Louis swiped the tear away, almost ridiculous how this so confident man turned to absolute putty in his hands. "I'm here now. I'll make you feel good. Is that what you want?"
Harry nodded his head slowly, breathing seemed to be pretty difficult for him right this moment.
"Words baby. I need words." Louis demanded in serious however still sweet manner.
Harry started getting fidgety and impatient again, his thighs dragging against the duvet as he kicked his feet out, wanting to crawl out if his own skin. "Louis please. I need this. Just- I need you." He finally got out, so hushed Louis could have overheard him had he been breathing to loud.
Swiftly Louis was between Harry's spread legs, admiring him from above. There is a thing about being fully clothed as another person is completely naked, completely vulnerable under your gaze. Louis liked it. He dipped down and connected their lips in a soft kiss. A few soft pecks which felt like the welcoming that Louis didn't get when he first entered the room, but it quickly turned into an desperate kiss. Licking into each other's mouths over and over again as Louis trailed his hands down Harry's body.
"Louis." He almost whined completely irritated with the whole situation.
"Show me where you need me again."
If Harry was still completely coherent and not as needy as right now he would've probably up and left.
But this Harry, Harry who is at Louis' mercy, Harry who wants Louis to make him feel good, Harry who wants to share this with him is determined to do as Louis says. He wants to make him happy, he loves seeing him smile and be content with Harry. Happy with Harry.
And then like clockwork it set into place.
"Fuck" Echoed in Harry's head.
Another set of tears rolled down his cheeks and Harry pressed the pads of his fingers to his entrance. "Here. Please."
Louis kissed the tears away and all Harry could think was "I love you".
He couldn't tear his eyes away anymore, not as Louis lubed up his fingers, not as he spread his legs wider, not as he pressed two fingers in at once. The realization that he had moments ago overpowered everything, every feeling, every thought there was. He adored Louis in his whole being, come to think of it he always did.
His so called "overpowering realization" was cut short as a struck of immense pleasure shoot up his spine. His toes curled and an uncontrollable moan was unwilling ripped from his body. Heat was licking up his spine and he felt unreal. He felt Louis mouth against his ear, against the side of his neck. "There we go baby."
After that it was just a ruthless amount of pleasure, too much for Harry to handle yet not enough. He wildly swayed between spreading his legs wider and pushing them close. Louis gripped his inner thigh and look at him in a way where Harry would not dare to do that again. "Doing so good." Was the next thing that rolled out of Louis mouth.
Harry was now a mess of moans, his cock dripping on his stomach.
"Fuck me Louis. Please." Louis looked up at Harry's face as he whispered those words at him. His fingers stopped their maddening actions and he starred at him in disbelief.
"Baby." He started, caressing his face with his other hand. "Are you sure?"
Impatient as ever Harry starred at the ceiling.
"Louis, please just fuck me. God please."
"I don't think he can help you much now." Louis chuckled under his breath as he removed his clothes. Harry couldn't even follow his every move, one minute Louis was kissing him and the next he was slowly sliding his lubed up cock into him.
Harry gasped loudly. The pain was definitely there, but he also felt the care, the affection in Louis' every touch. His thighs quivered at the side of Louis' body, who was too busy peppering his face with small, loving kisses. Harry tried catching his breath, failed and resumed back to gasps and whimpers.
"Doing so well for me love." Louis hummed as he bottomed out, taking both of Harry's hands and interlocking their fingers at both sides of Harry's head.
For what felt like an eternity nothing happened. "Louis..." he started to complain again, but when he turned his head to see their hands together he felt his realization from earlier come back to him again.
Louis pulled out and pressed in again, Harry scrambling to hold onto the duvet underneath him. He pressed deeper with purpose, knowing Harry's body better than Harry does apparently. Harry's vocabulary has reduced to the words "Louis" and "please". He chanted them over and over again, a moan or a whine interrupting that mantra every once in a while.
He went faster, deeper, fucking into Harry as they held each other close. "Fuck" Harry whined, chin lifting up like he's calling out for help. He couldn't possibly handle all this pleasure.
"Louis please let me." The rest of his words died down but Louis had a hand wrapped around him anyway. He knew what Harry needed. "I got you love." Love.
A few pumps of his fist were enough to have Harry coming all over his own chest and Louis' hand. Moans are spilling out of him, eyes pressed shut, toes curled and hands holding onto the duvet for dear life. Louis looked down at him with admiration and a satisfied smile.
After a few moments he sensed Louis pulling out and eagerly wrapped his legs around him. "No. Use me." Harry finally voiced out some words with determination. Louis looked utterly surprised, but did not waste a second. He pushed back in all the way and fucked into the tight heat.
It was a bit uncomfortable now for Harry, but the looked of pure pleasure on Louis' face was worth it. His eyes screwed shut and he threw his head back with a groan as he came inside the condom after a few more thrust.
"Fuck." Louis moaned into Harry's neck.
For a few minutes they just breathed heavily with Louis still on top of him. Harry received a kiss to his forehead.
I love you.
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Author's note:
Hehe. Guess who's back. Also I know leaving you were I left off the last time was cruel, sorry my loves.
Guys it's my first time writing smut, bear with me. How'd you like it though??
This book is coming to an end soon but don't worry we still have a bit to go.
Also I wanted to thank you all for the love and support on this book. Thank you to the people who stuck around since the very beginning and the new people coming in every day. I love you all and u mean so much to me. This is my first book, it's surely an experience. I learned a lot (still have a lot to learn) to create the absolute best for you all. Don't worry this is not the last of me.
I love you guys
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