okay but can we fucking talk about how this most definitely is his âI want to come but I canât comeâ 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 canât 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 Louisâ arse, and Louisâ 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 Harryâs hands wander around and under Louisâ 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 Harryâs 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 Harryâs hands and falls to the side off Harryâs lap.
âOff. Everything off, right now.â Louis says, stripping off his clothes deftly as he says the words.
Harry obliges, albeit not as quickly as Louis did. Heâs still in his pants when louis is stark naked.
âHurry the fuck up.â Harry sees Louis eyeing the tent in his tight jeans and knows how this night is going to play out, even if Louis doesnât.
Louis doesnât look impressed. He just clambers onto the bed and settles himself on his hands and knees, arse facing Harry, and looks over his shoulder. âConvinced yet?â
Harry just smirks and knees himself onto the bed, not touching Louis. The fucker. âHmm, maybe.â
Louis lets out an exasperated sigh and face plants into the sheets.
Big mistake. Harryâs hands smooth over his back all the way up to his shoulder blades, keeping him in place on the bed.
âI think Iâm gonna treat myself to a meal, yeah?â Harry says, and Louis tries to lift his head a little and ask what the fuck does that even mean, but Harryâs 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 Louisâ hole, and Louis pants into the sheets, getting them damp with saliva and a few tears. Louis canât even get relief from rutting into the sheets, Harryâs hands keeping him firm on his knees so his cock is blood heavy and just hangs between his thighs.
Louis doesnât know how much longer he can take this, but he feels Harry stroke wet fingers against his hole, and finally, finally, heâs 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 wouldnât 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.
âFuck me,â Louis gasps into the sheets. âFuck me already, I donât think I can take anymore teasing from you.â
Harry leans down so his chest is flush with Louisâ back and mouth right up against Louisâ ear. âThatâs too bad.â
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 Louisâ prostate.
Like this, thereâs barely any sound that is resulting from the actual fucking, itâs all Louis, heaving lungfuls of air as if he canât get enough. Itâs mainly incoherent speech, begging Harry to just give it to him, but Harry isnât caving. Louis teased him all fucking night, and knew what he was doing, and Harry is going to do the same.
Itâs easier said than done, of course. In no time at all, Harry is starting to tremble, just a little bit, with all the effort heâs putting in staving off his orgasm. Louis can feel it in Harryâs grip, constantly flexing against his hips, and lays his head on the side and lets out the softest âplease.â
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 Louisâ 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 Louisâ shoulderblade, sucking a pretty large lovebite as Harryâs thrusts start to slow, riding out both their orgasms
After theyâve caught their breaths, Harry pulls out slowly, and itâs just now hitting him that they didnât use a rubber.
Oh well. Louisâ arse is beautiful when it leaks come, and it usually leads to round two.
It definitely leads to round two.