#yyyaay

It took Harry awhile, but he finally managed to tune out the constant noise of Louis’ bare feet making contact with the hardwood floor. He didn’t know how Louis could read like that, pacing back and forth with your head dropped so low you were sure to get neck aches afterwards. But he didn’t mind, he was just happy that Louis actually took time into practicing his reading skills, seeing that he enjoyed it so much. He particularly liked The Hunger Games trilogy for some reason, and Harry assumed it was because Katniss was brave, and Louis really had a thing for brave people. There would be a few times where Harry would have to stop doing his homework to help Louis out with a few sentences, even help him explain what was going on. The worst part was explaining what the canons meant, and how each night the faces of the young ones who had passed were displayed in the sky. Louis pitied those people, a pout would be evident on his thin lips when Harry explained their ages thoroughly. 

But Harry was in his own little world right now, focusing on how to do these damn math questions without snapping his pencil in half or ripping the page straight out of the thick textbook. The stressed out boy pressed the end of his pencil to his bottom lip, digging the eraser into the pink flesh until he knew it was going to be reddened when it was pulled away. 

Bzz bzz bzz.

“Seriously?” Harry groaned his word, snatching his iPhone off of the far end of the wooden desk and sliding the lock button so the chat with Niall was exposed. 

‘hey haz, wonderin if u wante d to hit burlington 2nite?’

Harry stared at the text, weighing his options in his mind. He could either A, drop his homework, drag Louis along and go to the club where he would practically have to handcuff Louis’ wrist to his own. Or B, stay home and finish his homework, let Louis read until they were both mentally exhausted enough to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Option B seemed to outweigh option A, all until he received the next text.

‘might not wana bring louis, u know he’d probs jus b xtra baggage ?’

Harry clenched the mobile device in his large hand, his upper lip scrunching upwards in distaste and loathing. 

‘lou n i be there at 8’

After making sure the text sent, Harry held down the lock button of his phone and shut it off without hesitation, dropping it back onto the wooden surface. He sat back in his chair and planted his hands on his face, rubbing the stress and confusion out of his eyes. He felt two hands on his shoulders and he practically smiled against the skin of his palms until he dropped his hands into his lap, dipping his head backwards to face the boy who welcomed him with a smile. “Hey you,” he mumbled. “Almost done the book?”

Louis shook his head no and his smile descended down into a frown. “There’s so many people who die in the book, but I’m glad Katniss is still alive.”

Harry slightly chuckled and moved his hands to overlap Louis’. The pads of his thumbs stroked against the back of Louis’ hands, and smiled when Louis caught their lips in an upside down kiss. It was weird the way their lips were positioned and it was odd to have Louis’ nose brush against his chin. But a kiss with Louis was still a kiss, and Harry didn’t take that for advantage. Harry refrained a frown when Louis pulled away, but still kept his head tilted backwards to see the boy.

“Why are you upset?”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, gently shaking his head. “What makes you think I’m upset?”

Louis shrugged, letting go of Harry’s hands as he made his way to the desk. He leant back against it, the back of his thighs leaning against the edge as he looked down at Harry. “Dunno. You don’t seem very Hazza today.”

“Is Hazza an adjective now?” Harry raised an eyebrow the way he knew amused Louis to no end, and smiled in triumph when Louis let out a laugh. He leant his hand forward and intertwined their fingers, keeping a tight grip so this time Louis couldn’t pull away.

“More of an emotion,” the feather haired boy shot back with a grin on his lips. 

“I just have a lot of homework, babe,” Harry nodded towards the scattered papers on the desk, and Louis didn’t look because he saw the mess plenty of times.

“That can’t possibly be it,” he protested.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his head down just a bit to watch his hands play around with Louis’, not really saying anything until he could physically feel Louis’ eyes burning into him.

“We’re going somewhere tonight, is that okay? Its like a party, but there’s gonna be strangers and my friends are gonna be there. But I promise you we’re going to dance and have tons of fun, and we won’t have to talk to anyone,” Harry promised.

Louis remained silent. The last party they attended didn’t end up too well, and Louis knew that Harry’s friends being there would either upset Harry or make him mad. Louis didn’t want either of those. But Harry seemed as if he wanted to go to this.. Stranger party. And if Harry wanted to, Louis wanted to as well. 

“No allhall?” 

Harry shifted his gaze to meet Louis’, a small smile on his lips. “No alcohol,” he promised again.

Louis nodded gently and leant down, stealing Harry’s lips in a quick kiss that sealed the promise. “I wanna make you all Hazza again,” Louis nodded, wanting nothing more than to see Harry unstressed.

“The adjective, or the emotion?”

Louis rolled his eyes at Harry’s childish question before he placed both of his hands on Harry’s chest, nudging him a little. “Back,” he ordered.

Harry obliged, digging his feet into the floor so his chair pushed backwards against the hardwood, leaving a good amount of space for Louis to get down on his knees. Harry choked up when Louis was on the floor, keeping his eyes plastered on Louis’ concentrated face as the smaller boy worked on the strings of Harry’s sweatpants. With a little bit of help from Harry’s hips, Louis managed to pull down the fabric of the sweatpants and boxers so the material gathered around Harry’s ankles. Louis wrapped one of his hands around the base of Harry’s shaft, sending the curly haired boy a sweet smile before he leant forward, licking a few thick stripes along the swollen head. He allowed his tongue to dip into the slit a few times, watching as the precum already started to collect.

Louis made sure his mouth was moist and thick with saliva before he wrapped his warm mouth around the head, descending his lips further down the shaft until he couldn’t take anymore of the thick cock into his mouth. 

“Shit,” Harry muttered, pressing his lips together to hold back any loud curse words he was ever so tempted to let out. He avoided the beanie on Louis’ head and let his hand slip to the back of his boyfriend’s neck, treading his fingers through the hair that was plastered to Louis’ neck. He tugged on those few strands as wrecked moans left his lips.

Louis wanted to say thank you for not touching his beanie, but he was so focused on making this good for Harry he nearly forgot how to pronounce any words. He pulled off of the throbbing erection with a wet slip, then tilted his head to the right, letting his tongue lick up and down the shaft and making sure the tip of his tongue traced the prominent vein on the underside of the cock. He listened to Harry’s moans and noises of encouragement, allowing those sounds to motivate him to do the same thing to the other side, before he covered majority of Harry’s cock with his mouth in just one shot. 

Harry leant his head backwards, humming in approval when the warm mouth wrapped around the most sensitive areas on his cock. His freehand jerked forward, gripping onto the edge of the working desk as he exhaled a rather loud moan when Louis began to suction his cheeks around the cock, leaving a lovely display of hollowed cheeks and prominent cheekbones for Harry to admire. Harry was watching now, watching the way Louis’ thin lips rubbed along the flesh of his cock. He released the grip he had on Louis’ few strands of Harry and brought his hand up to wipe away the tear he saw at the corner of his boyfriend’s eye.

“G-Good, Lou. Doing so well for me,” Harry praised through his groans, wishing he had a camera to tape how Louis looked right now for his own benefit later.

Louis continued to deep throat the larger boy, letting the swollen head touch the back of his throat and swallowing the best he could whenever he did, making a few gagging noises in the process. 

“Close,” Harry warned, watching as Louis pulled away just a little so he could easily cum into the boy’s mouth without choking him.

He reached his orgasm and arched his back off of the wooden backing of the chair to release some of the tension he felt in his stomach. His lips parted as he let out a slight shout, wanting to force his eyes open so he could see Louis’ adam’s apple bob as he swallowed Harry’s load obediently.

Despite the exhaustion, Harry shot open his eyes and dropped his head to watch Louis, keeping his eyes on Louis’ throat and saw the way he swallowed, feeling a bit satisfied with himself.

“Good?” Louis asked in a hoarse voice, as if his throat had just been abused by a cock.

“Good,” Harry nodded in approval, waiting for the boy to come up.