thinking about peaches

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bring your favorite vibrator with you today

and what makes you think i even own ONE?

Harry snorts when he sees the response, typing out a you definitely have at least a small collection of toys that you keep in a drawer... probably under some socks or something to try and hide how much of a whore you are. And then: am i getting warm? They have a session later today, and Harry wants to try out some sex toys so he’s letting Louis know in advance. He hates the way he hesitated first – he’s been feeling strange interacting with Louis over the last week, ever since their impromptu session on Monday when Harry’s perception of Louis was altered greatly. But he refuses to let it affect their dynamic too much.

Neither does Louis, it appears, sending back an arrogant prick a minute later.

He takes that as a yes.

Six hours later when he opens the door, Louis still seems huffy about it, marching inside with a pout on his face. He’s holding a paper bag and Harry smirks when he sticks his hand into it and pulls out a pink vibrator, curved and flared at the end, and then a small round remote. He thrusts them both at Harry almost aggressively.

“Don’t be a brat,” Harry admonishes, turning over the remote to study the egg-shaped remote. It’s just a simple three button model, ‘on,’ ‘+’ and ‘-’.

“There’s five levels of intensity total,” Louis supplies.

Harry nods, and then narrows his eyes. “Strip.”  

Louis obeys, pulling his shirt over his head and then shoving his shorts down. Harry reluctantly drags his eyes away to focus on getting lube. When he looks back, Louis is standing completely naked, hands behind his back. He lets his gaze rake over his skin for a moment, wondering if the novelty would ever wear off. The odds aren’t in his favor.

“Color?” he asks.

“Green,” Louis says.

He pats the bed, uncapping the bottle of lube with his other hand. “On your back. Legs up.”

Even though the vibrator hardly rivals Harry’s own size, it’s girthy enough that Harry spends about ten minutes lazily pumping two fingers into Louis’ entrance, all the while mouthing and sucking on his nipples. He’s so sensitive there, and Harry hasn’t given them enough attention. He does now, flicking his pointed tongue over the pink nub while Louis squirms under him. He’s gasping and panting, fingers pressing pale indents into the skin of his thighs where he’s holding his legs up by his sides.

Harry purposely keeps his thrusts shallow, not wanting to so much as graze Louis’ prostate. He wants to drag it out, keeping Louis frustrated and begging. When he finally retracts his fingers, Louis wails in protest, wetness staining his under eyes as he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Don’t be greedy, kitten,” Harry murmurs, smacking his arse once. He slicks up the vibrator thoroughly with lube before bringing the tip down to tease at his entrance. Louis rocks towards it on instinct and Harry pulls it away. “Be good,” he warns.

Louis nods, staying still.

This time, he picks up the remote and presses the ‘on’ button, hearing the soft whir begin to ring from the device as it vibrates against Harry’s hand. It’s tame enough that Harry immediately switches it to the second setting, sound amplifying slightly. He drags the tip back and forth Louis’ perineum, giving him a taste of what’s to come.

When he finally presses the toy to Louis’ rim, he lets out a small moan, eyes fluttering shut as his back arches up. Harry holds it there for a moment, watching Louis shift impatiently on the bed, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb over the button to increase intensity. He presses it right as he begins pushing the vibrator in, Louis writhing at the feeling. “Needy little slut.”

“Harry,” Louis whines, and Harry hushes him.

“Didn’t say you could speak.” He lets the vibrator rest as it is for only a moment before bringing it up to the second highest setting, smirking when Louis jolts as if he’s been shocked. “Only good boys get to come, remember?”

Louis nods, looking desperate. He keeps his lips shut as Harry slowly turns the vibe in his hole, inching it in and out oh so slowly. Louis almost seems to untense a bit which is exactly when Harry decides to try out the highest setting.

Almost immediately, Louis howls. He drops his legs, fingers grasping helplessly at the sheets, but manages to keep them spread as Harry begins fucking the toy into him earnestly. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t wish his own cock was currently sliding into Louis’ tight heat, but he’s still enjoying this. He decreases the intensity down to the lowest abruptly, watching Louis squirm with insatisfaction. He waits a minute before kicking it back to the highest, one extreme to the next. He does it over and over again, not letting Louis get used to either of them before he’s tilting the ground beneath his feet.

“Please, please, please,” Louis is babbling. Harry doesn’t think he even realizes the words are spilling out of his lips which is why he doesn’t scold him for it.

He does, however, ram the vibrator as deep as it can go, watching Louis choke on his next breath. He drops the remote in favor of circling a hand around Louis’ throat, feeling it contract against his palm. All it takes is one squeeze for Louis’ eyes to flutter shut, head lolling back as he lets out a muffled cry, cock spurting up his stomach.

Harry strokes his neck as he comes down, thumbing over his pulse both soothingly and possessively. “Good boy,” he says simply, finding the remote and turning the vibrator off. He slides it out then, though the idea of leaving it in did cross his mind. “Open your mouth,” he commands, deciding something quickly.

Louis’ eyes open abruptly, confusion layered in them. He opens his mouth all the same.

“Who are you?” Harry asks.

“Your whore?” Louis murmurs questioningly, struggling to speak while still keeping his mouth wide open.

“That’s right,” Harry says, still petting his neck. “And you’d do anything I asked.”

Louis nods this time, looking even more confused.

Holding his eye contact, Harry leans over Louis’ face and then spits into his mouth. Louis’ eyes widen, stilling beneath him. “Swallow,” Harry says, squeezing his neck.

And Louis does, throat contracting against Harry’s palm.

“Christ,” he mumbles, looking dazed.

“Just Harry is fine,” Harry murmurs, knowing Louis is too preoccupied to scowl at him for it. While Louis is still catching his breath, he shoves down his shorts and grips his cock, giving it a few rough tugs. “Give me your hand, baby,” he says, wanting Louis to jerk him off.

But Louis shakes his head. “Wa – wanna,” he stutters.

“What? What do you need?” Harry coaxes.

“Wanna suck you,” Louis admits, blinking away the wetness in his eyes.

Harry’s lips twitch. When a pretty boy – bratty or not – offers to suck you off, he thinks, you never say no. It’s just a principle. “Alright,” he says, scooting back until he meets the headboard. “Get over here.”

Louis turns over onto his front, reaching over and almost swatting Harry’s hand away in his own eagerness. Harry will never get used to how small Louis’ hand looks wrapped around his length. He strokes Harry’s cock a few times, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to the tip, lifting his eyes to meet Harry’s gaze in a way Harry can only describe as seductively. His lips part and he sticks his tongue out to give the head a little kitten lick. Harry thinks Louis is attempting to form of payback as he clearly takes his time.

“Suck,” Harry says, deciding to take charge as he threads his fingers into Louis’ hair warningly. “Or do I have to do it for you?”

Actually rolling his eyes, Louis finally wraps his mouth around the tip and sucks him down, pink lips stretching around Harry’s width and throat contracting. He moves slowly but determinedly, head bobbing as he takes Harry down as far as he can go. Then he swallows around his length, making Harry groan. His mouth is hot and wet, pressure excruciatingly perfect around him.

Tightening his grip in Louis’ hair, Harry begins to help him, guiding his head down as his hips begin to buck up slowly, fucking up into Louis’ mouth. “Just like that, baby,” he murmurs, feeling Louis’ mouth go lax, giving itself up for Harry’s taking.

Harry doesn’t push Louis too far, keeping his pace steady as he chases his own release. Louis seems to be enjoying it as much as him, not complaining even as Harry’s thrusts grow deep and sharp, climax building in his core. When he’s ready, he pushes deep to the back of Louis’ mouth, feeling him choke a bit before he’s coming with a grunt.

Louis swallows it all, sucking on Harry’s cock like it’s candy. Then he slides off and collapses onto the bed with a small sigh, flush staining his cheeks and eyes red rimmed. Harry follows him over, brushing his sweaty fringe out of his eyes.

“Good,” he says.

“Just good?” Louis says, mustering enough strength to glare at him.

“Great,” Harry amends, rolling his eyes. There’s no way he’s going to tell Louis that his mouth is perfect and make him more smug than he already is. He gets up to get a rag, leaving Louis to breathe deeply. He returns and wipes him down quickly, a bit concerned when Louis barely moves, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. “Alright, peach?” he asks gently.

Louis’ eyes flutter shut, mouth twisting. “Give me a minute,” he says, inhaling deeply. It sounds strained.  

Seeing that Louis is clearly still trying to return to his normal headspace, Harry puts on a pair of boxers and heads to his desk for his laptop. He then carefully slides into bed beside Louis, leaving a few inches of space between them. “I’m going to put something on, okay?” he says softly. “Some background noise.” He’s doing it so Louis has something to grasp onto instead of falling deeper into his current spiral.

After a minute’s consideration, he puts on Friends. Just mindless fluff, nothing too jarring or harsh. Louis’ eyes finally flicker open halfway through the opening theme, lips pulling into a pout. “I don’t like this episode.” It comes out quiet but undeniably bratty.

“Too bad,” Harry hums.

When he looks back later that night, he can’t exactly pinpoint the moment waiting for Louis to gather himself turned into watching the whole episode. And he certainly can’t pinpoint when one episode turned to two, then to four, and six, and then God knows how many more.

The thing is, they don’t just brainlessly lay there with their eyes glued to the screen for four hours straight. Harry learns that Louis likes to talk when watching TV, making comments about everything from forced dialogue and fashion faux pas to celebrity drama that ran its course two decades ago. Pretty soon, Harry’s lowering the volume on his laptop in favor of bickering with Louis about 90’s sitcoms, both British and American.

It’s dark outside by the time Louis finally yanks his clothes back on and then breezes out of his room with a cheerful goodbye.

Harry forces himself to work on an assignment, but his attention keeps drifting. His phone buzzing with a text feels like salvation, and he practically lunges to grab it. To his utter astonishment, it’s Louis texting him.

zayn is a ross apologist!!

you’re joking

am not!! this is a cry for help!!

His half-completed slideshow remains abandoned on his laptop as Harry gets distracted texting Louis for the next half an hour. It’s not weird.