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harry’s looking for love, or at the very least a date that doesn’t make him want to walk off the brooklyn bridge. his friends call him a serial dater, but he prefers romantically persistent. he believes in the process and sometimes, you gotta kiss a few toads and pay sketchy astrology sites for the answers.

what he really wants is simple. someone fun, who keeps him on his toes, who doesn’t take themselves too seriously. someone who’ll flirt shamelessly, make him laugh, maybe even whisper sweet nothings into his ear…

he just didn’t expect the last part to be so…literal.

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Harry’s thumb hovered over his screen as he contemplated a response, his eyes glancing around his surroundings and knowing he couldn’t rationally try to explain why he was currently burrowed deep in Louis’ bedding. Which was the only thing distracting him from the ‘we need to talk’, nothing ever good came from those words.

im at

He paused, biting his lip, wondering how he’d get out of the lie was about to tell, considering he could hear his mom’s steps creaking above his head as she moved around the kitchen. But then the outside entrance door began to open and the actual main distraction walked through. Harry’s eyes flew up just as Louis came inside, wearing nothing but sweaty track shorts and a t-shirt.

im at theos, ill be bsvk by donner

Harry tossed his phone aside, propping himself up on his elbows and smiling brightly, “Welcome home, honey!”

Louis’ head jerked up in his direction as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor with a thump, looking like he’d just climbed straight out of Harry’s personal wet dreams with his flushed cheeks and matted hair. Harry wanted to lick him clean.

“What are you doing down here?”

“Studying, duh,” Harry flourished a hand around the bed where his books were strewn about, laptop lying haphazardly on his lap.

Louis raised a brow as his eyes dropped to Harry’s bare chest, the only thing not covered by the duvet. “Naked studying?”

“I didn’t want clothes contaminating your bed, Lewis. I’m respecting your thread count.”

Louis rolled his eyes before acting out a performance of every porn fantasy embedded in Harry’s memory as he peeled his sweaty t-shirt off his body. Harry wished he could slow it down and reverse it back as he watched Louis’ back muscles ripple from the movement, the slight twist as swiveled his waist to toss the shirt in the vague direction of his hamper.

“Where are you going?!” Harry sounded shrill, affronted when Louis’ bypassed the bed to head to his bathroom. Pushing aside all of his homework, Harry swung his bare feet onto the floor and quickly blocked Louis’ path, his back hitting the door jam of the bathroom.

Louis’ gaze dropped to Harry’s crotch, amusement twitching his lips which was more than enough to get him half hard already. “Your briefs were also contaminated?”

“I like the feeling of sheets on my ass, sue me.” Harry tugged on Louis’ arm, “Come on, Lou, ravish me in bed.”

“Ravish you? I thought you were trying to protect my bed's honor?”

Harry growled, taking a step forward until their chests brushed against each other, igniting the simmering embers sitting just at the pit of his stomach. Louis smirked, coyly looking up at Harry through his lashes, teasing sparks dancing in his eyes.

“And besides,” Louis added, his fingers tracing up Harry’s sternum, causing his stomach to flutter. “Don’t wanna get my gym stink all over you.” As if that wasn’t exactly what Harry wanted.

Harry’s face turned up as a whine crawled up his throat, his eyes landing on the pull up bar above his head. And that’s when he realized that a certain fantasy on his sex to-do list had just presented itself. Lowering his gaze to meet Louis’, he bit his lip as he slowly lifted his arms above his head, curling his fingers around the bar. And with practiced ease, his biceps flexed as he hoisted himself up in one swift movement, thanking the gods of the universe for his stellar core strength.

He gave Louis a challenging look, saying lowly, "Get me on your level then. Make me sweat, Tomlinson."

Without hesitation, he swung his legs to wrap around Louis' waist, pulling him in close as he patted his inner sex god on the back.

Louis raised a brow as his hands slid down Harry's back, slowly, deliberately, until they gripped his ass.

“And how exactly,” Louis smirked, squeezing. “Do you expect me to do that?”

“I'm sure you'll figure it out.” He dropped his head as low as he could manage, already breathless from holding himself up, but desperate for Louis to steal the last bit of air from his lungs. “Let me be a slave for you,” he rasped.

“You really talk some shit, you know that?” Louis’ fingers dug deeper, his pointer fingers dangerously close to exactly where Harry wanted them.

“Stop acting like you don’t like my words, Lou, we both know you love how I use my mouth.” Honestly, if the culinary thing didn’t pan out, Harry could probably consider a career as a phone sex operator. “Shut up and kiss me, you fool.”

Without any more preamble, Louis tilted his chin up on command, colliding their mouths together in a kiss that came out of the gate at full speed, filthy and insatiable. Harry moaned and Louis’ tongue hungrily swallowed it, licking into the boy’s mouth with so much enthusiasm that it made Harry wonder about the science between endorphins and horniness. Or maybe they were the same thing?

Pulling back, Louis disconnected their lips but before Harry could surge forward out of protest, two fingers slid into his mouth to stop him. He sucked on Louis’ fingers sloppily, sliding his tongue around every knuckle and crevice, eyes fluttering when Louis pushed them further into his mouth and nudging at his throat.

“I should always shut you up with my fingers, you’re such a needy little thing, love getting your throat fucked by anything that I shove into it.” Louis whispered, his fingers pressing down on Harry’s tongue. “Gagging on anything I give you.”

Harry panted when his mouth emptied, the strain of his arms making his body tremble. He used the leverage to tighten his legs around Louis’ waist just as two wet fingers found his entrance, barely ghosting his rim because Louis was an agent of torture.

“C’mon, Styles, what’s the point of all that yoga if you can’t manage holding yourself up?” Louis smirked, pushing a finger in and making Harry’s body jerk.

His hands began to slip on the bar and with a grunt he hoisted himself up higher, feeling challenged and wanting to show off. The force of the movement made Louis’ finger nearly slip out, only for Harry to chase it until he fucked himself right onto it. Their moans were so loud they startled themselves, freezing for a split second as they locked eyes. A silent understanding flickered between them, a reminder that they weren’t alone in the house. The pause was brief but electric, tension crackling in the air as they fought to keep quiet.

The risk only made it hotter.

“Get your dick out,” Harry ordered, voice barely above a whisper and borderline frantic.

“You’re awfully bossy today,” Louis said, ignoring Harry’s request as he leaned forward to bite at one of Harry’s nipples, sucking it roughly. His tongue worked on it until it was overly sensitive, making Harry hiss. “Maybe I want to take my time.”

Harry’s entire torso was vibrating now, his lungs burning as Louis’ tongue made a path down the middle of his sternum. Gasping, “Y-you’re driving me crazy.”

Louis pulled back at the same time a second finger joined the first one, causing Harry’s head to roll around on his neck with a guttural moan.

“Mm? Am I? Thought you were going to be a slave for me?” His fingers curled then, and Harry saw stars, mind sufficiently erased from any remaining coherency. “This is just such a good angle, baby,” Louis murmured, abusing the boy’s nipples again and rubbing his prostate with the kind of skill that should be studied. “All mine for the taking.”

“Yours, am yours, only—ummmmffffuuuuck.”

“Fucking right,” Louis grunted as he shifted Harry’s weight. Through blurred vision, Harry could see the trails of sweat rolling down Louis’ neck, golden skin glistening like an invitation. He leaned down and slid his tongue along the vein that was protruding, so distracted by it that he didn’t even comprehend the rustling of Louis shoving his shorts down until suddenly, the fingers fucking into him were replaced by every single inch of his cock in one solid movement.

“Ahhhhffuck, ah, Lou, yes, fffuck,” Harry breathed against his neck, summoning the last bits of strength to pull himself up by the bar so he could find a rhythm bouncing.

“That’s it, baby, let’s see you work for it.”

At that, Harry’s hands slipped, his entire weight collapsing in Louis’ hold and pushing his cock in so deep that his mouth fell open with a silent scream. Louis pushed him back against the door frame harshly, probably trying not to drop him as he sped up his thrusts, fucking him so thoroughly that Harry was pretty sure he was going to black out.

“Lou, wait, wait—” he managed, grimacing from the wood digging into his back. “Hurts.”

Louis paused, immediately coming out of the fog to search Harry’s face with concern, “Shit, sorry—” started to pull out gently and Harry gripped his neck harshly.

“Not you, idiot, the door.”

Instead of responding, Louis’ arms wrapped under Harry’s thighs and started walking them towards the bed without even slipping out of him.

Harry buried his face into the crook of his neck, practically mewling being carried in Louis’ arms across the room like this. Louis gently laid him down on the bed, shoving Harry’s books away and making room as their mouths met for a languid kiss.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Louis murmured into his mouth, hands guiding him on his waist.

Harry did as he was told, humming contently as Louis’ hands roamed, reverently caressing all the soft fleshy parts of his stomach and thighs before pumping him a few times. And then he was being slowly pushed down, bent forward until he was buried in the fluffy duvet rumpled on the bed.

With a placated sigh, Harry spread his legs, feeling the head of Louis’ cock tease him mercilessly at his rim with a firm palm flattening between his shoulder blades. And just as Louis was about to push back inside of him, Harry’s phone chimed somewhere near his head.

Blindly, he felt around the duvet until he found it, squinting an eye open to see the notification and nope, nope, nope, the last thing he needed was to see his mom’s name as Louis’ cock shoved in.

“Oh god,” he moaned, tossing his phone far, far away.

“Checking your texts while I’m inside of you? Really, Haz? Am I boring you?”

Louis’ fingers gripped his hips tightly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, immediately falling into a rhythm that felt punishing, one he’d likely feel for days.

“Mmm, uh, uh, uh, fuckkk, right—“ Harry gasped. “—there.”

Harry’s legs were burning as his orgasm approached at a catastrophic rate, each thrust sending him higher up the mattress until his hands found the headboard, giving himself enough leverage to push back.

“God, you feel good,” Louis groaned, making Harry arch his back. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

Harry’s responses were lost in the thread count, the only sound of skin on skin slapping echoing off the walls and he really hoped it wasn’t making its way through the vents.

“Come, baby.”

Vents be damned, the command pulled the most outrageous sound out of him just as his dick began pulsing. At the same time, Louis stilled, bruising Harry’s hips as he pushed himself flush against him and Harry could feel his hot cum filling him up, both of them losing themselves in a chorus of moans.

“Fuck,” Louis fell against Harry’s sweaty back, his breath tickling his hypersensitive skin. He shivered when he felt soft lips at his nape.

“You’re…” Harry struggled to find words, grappling with the basics of existence. “Going to kill me.”

Louis huffed out a breathy laugh, pulling himself up and out, making Harry pout. He was never ready for it to end, wanting to steal as many minutes as possible before reality—

“Ahhh, ah, fffucking—”

Louis’ fucking mouth closed over his stretched rim, causing Harry’s boneless body to convulse uncontrollably, not giving him a second to catch his breath. He buried his face into the bedding to stifle the noises he was making at the same time a tongue made its way into his body. They’d only done this once before and it felt categorically more intimate than everything combined, every hair on Harry’s body standing upright as goosebumps spread like a wildfire.

He knew was ruined for the rest of his life, nothing would ever come close to the feeling of Louis’ tongue lathing against his walls, persistent strokes torturing his overstimulated prostate.

And then, he realized belatedly that Louis was eating his own cum out of Harry’s body, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Kill me.” Harry moaned, muffled.

Louis hummed and he felt the vibration shoot through his entire nervous system, the kill shot making his dick twitch feeble remains of the aftershock.

“Are you dead now?” Louis pulled back, smacking a loud kiss to Harry’s ass cheek.

An unfortunately timed creak in the floor above them brought Harry’s soul back into his body, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he realized how loud they were. Nothing like his mom potentially hearing him get fucked to the very inch of his life by his stepbrother-to-be to make family dinners awkward. Oh god, they were for sure going to hell.

Harry shuffled clumsily, pulling himself fully into the bed and wincing as he rolled over onto the wet spot he’d put there. When he finally regained enough strength to open his eyes, he watched as Louis crossed the room, giving him a wonderful view of that royal ass.

“Come cuddle,” he whined, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Go back upstairs.” Louis demanded.

Harry groaned, face planting onto the bed before doing what he was told.

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“Oh, you’re home.”

Harry shut the door behind him, dropping his backpack onto the floor and stumbling as he kicked off his Vans. His legs were still shaky after the work out he’d just had and he could only hope his mom wouldn’t recognize the post-coital blush on his cheeks for anything other than Winter’s chill.

“I’m home,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes down.

“And how’s Theo? You haven’t mentioned him for a few months, did you two rekindle?”

Ah, fuck, he hadn’t thought his excuse through.

Harry braved a glance up, shrugging at his mom who was leaning against the living room’s arched frame. “Um, yeah, kind of.”

Amy reached out a hand and he blinked at it, awkwardly placing his own in hers. This was beginning to feel a little too kumbaya, having absolutely zero clue as to what she wanted to talk to him about and really hoping it didn’t include hearing him moaning through vents. He shuddered at the thought.

“Well, I can’t say I'm surprised. That’s part of the reason why I wanted to talk to you.”

Harry frowned in confusion. “Um, okay? What?”

Amy squeezed his hand, leading him into the living room and gesturing for him to sit down. With the weight of dread, he plopped down heavily onto the sofa with a sigh, pulling a pillow into his lap to hug.

“So, Harry…I know we’ve always been very open about, well, intimacy.”

Oh good fucking god, she did hear him. His heart thudded loudly as his fingers twisted nervously, all but breaking out into a cold sweat.

“And you know I’m very supportive of a healthy and safe sexual drive…”

Harry’s knee began to bounce erratically. This was it, this was the moment he had dreaded for months. Maybe he should just blurt it out first, confess before being put on trial, beg to be banished to a monastery over being institutionalized.

With his gaze in his lap, movement out of his periphery caught his attention and he slowly shifted his eyes as his mom placed three empty condom wrappers onto the cushion between them. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three hundred times before swallowing thickly and daring to look up. Amy had her hands folding together, staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for his explanation. Or confession.

“Um…” He could feel his ears burning, his mouth dry as the Sahara, trying to figure out where he was supposed to go with this.

Thankfully, Amy spoke first, “Now, honey, I want you to know I’m very proud of you for using protection, you know how important that is…”

Harry’s fingers twitched, ready to shove the pillow into his face in hopes of a swift suffocation.

“…but, I found these while cleaning. In the living room. And underneath the dining table.” Amy sighed, big and disappointed. “I mean, really, Harry? The dining room? And I know these are yours, so don’t try to blame Louis, because these are the same ones in your dresser.”

If the second coming was as soon as the bible belt was proclaiming, Harry couldn’t help but plead that it happened right now. Or maybe a freak lightning accident, any kind of biblical smiting to take him out of his misery.

“I’m not even going to ask when you and Theo rekindled, but clearly you’ve had a rather, um, passionate reunion. But this is unbelievable, Harry. I had to sanitize the dining table three times and this is not exactly an image I’m comfortable living with while trying to eat dinner, so thanks for that.”

“Oh my god, Mom,” Harry finally screeched. “Can we, please, I beg you, forget it?”

Amy tutted, “I’d love to forget about it, but unfortunately I think that’ll take a bit of therapy. I mean, honestly, Harry, have some decorum. I don’t even know what to say—”

“Great!” Harry jumped up, contemplating just walking straight out the door and into traffic on the nearest highway. “Then let’s drop it, won’t happen again. Can I please go to my room now?”

“Oh no, is Harry in trouble?”

Both Amy and Harry looked up to the entryway to find Louis there, leaning against the wall and snacking loudly on baby carrots with raised brows and hair still dripping from his shower. The crunch practically rattled Harry’s corpse.

Amy collected the condom wrappers and discreetly shoved them into Harry’s clammy hand as she smiled at Louis, offering a breezy, “Just having a bit of a chat about Harry’s sex life.”

“Mom!” Harry’s eyes widened in horror as the color drained from Louis’ face, his hand frozen mid bite.

With a teasing look, Amy moved out of the room, tossing over her shoulder, “Keep it in the bedroom, honey.”

If only she knew he was keeping it in the family, too.

FUTILE DEVICES (I Do Love You)

Fingers curled around Harry’s as Louis pulled the beer bottle from his hand with a click of his tongue, “Made yourself right at home, huh?” He wrapped his beautiful lips around the rim of the bottle and Harry crumbled, the mere idea of their lips sharing the same surface being enough to make his dick twitch.

“Sorry,” he finally muttered, sounding a million miles away.

Louis hummed, taking another long pull as Harry’s eyes tracked every movement of his throat with reverence.

“Bit naughty to snoop around someone’s room when they’re not around.”

Naughty. Harry’s brain short circuited.

Who talks like that? Louis was a fucking menace, he didn’t just know what he was doing to Harry, he fucking loved it, he was eating it up like a glutton. And Harry was so okay with being his indulgence.

Two could play at this game.

“Then I guess you better punish me,” the gravelly hoarseness of Harry’s response startled them both.

The beer froze midair as Louis’ eyes widened, the intensity of both of their gazes darkening. It was as if they were on a high wire, both gripping on for dear life and wondering who would crack and drop first.

“You’re trouble,” Louis coughed out, shaking his head and taking a step back. Harry’s fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and pull him back in.

Instead, he whispered, “You started it.”

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