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He's been saying it for years.
He doesn't care that it makes Liam roll his eyes and Zayn sigh and Niall crack up. Lots of things he does get that kind of reaction from the boys anyway.
Louis won't stop saying it, 'cause it's true.
His milkshake does bring all the boys to the yard.
It's a fact.
So the day he decides to get into Harry Styles' pants he says it again, when all three of his roommates are there to witness it.
"I'll fuck him by the end of the month. You'll see."
He hasn't even started saying it and Liam is already contemplating suicide.
Louis says it anyway.
"Because you know how it is, boys. My milkshake. It's the best in town."
It's the eleventh and he still has twenty days.
That'll be more than enough time.
As it turns out, it's not as easy as he thought.
Harry only comes over when Zayn calls him and he mostly calls him to work on their next project. It's terribly boring, if you ask him.
The two of them stare at a computer screen for hours, blabbing about some impossible shit Louis knows nothing about. He wants to catch Harry's attention but Zayn always messes up his plans, because "Louis, we're working." and all that.
It's definitely harder than he thought.
On the twentieth he gets his chance. Probably the best chance he'll ever get.
He throws the damsel in distress act right in Harry's face, huffing and panting and struggling with his groceries bags. Harry quickly catches the hint and he helps him out. Sweet boy.
Louis wants to bite his lips so bad.
"Sorry I didn't call. Just wanted to drop by to tell Zayn about this idea I had." He says, as the elevator doors close behind them.
Louis subtly checks himself out in the mirror and yes, his ass looks great in these jeans. He's so glad Liam did his laundry last weekend.
"Zayn's not home, though." He replies, licking his lips. He can't help it. He's been thinking about it for weeks and it needs to happen.
It needs to happen today.
Harry seems taken aback.
"Guess I'll come back later, then."
Louis guesses not. He's not going anywhere, he just doesn't know it yet.
He gets out of the elevator and Harry hesitantly follows behind, still holding most of the groceries in his arms.
Louis wonders how easily Harry could hold him up against the wall. Maybe he'll find out soon.
Hopefully.
He unlocks the door, looking over his shoulder.
"Don't you wanna come in?" he asks, sugary sweet. He can't scare him away. "I can make you tea."
He twists the door handle but he doesn't get inside. He turns around instead, he leans against the wall.
"Tea?" Harry asks, as an unsure smile stretches across his face.
He's so adorable.
Louis wants to suck his cock right now.
"Tea." he repeats, but he shakes his head no, slowly, looking right into his eyes, smiling.
Harry becomes serious all of a sudden.
He pushes the door open with his foot, stepping inside the house before Louis does.
"I'd love some tea." he states, dropping the bags on the living room table.
Louis loves tea. He's also good at making tea. But boys usually like his milkshake better.
It took him nine days.
That's probably a record.
Well, he's known Harry for about a month now, but it's only been nine days since he decided to get him into his bed. He thinks.
He did have a dirty dream about him the first time he laid eyes on him, now he thinks about it. But he didn't pay too much attention to that.
He didn't know how big Harry's cock was, yet. If he had known, he would have fucked him way sooner, that's for sure.
But nobody told him and that's a shame. Harry should have told him, that's what. "Hi, I'm Harry. I have a huge cock, wanna see it?" should have been their first interaction. But Harry only informed him about his name. Dummy.
And it's not just his cock.
Harry's got big hands, they wrap around Louis' ass like they were made to do that.
Harry's got a big mouth too, a big dirty mouth.
"Gonna put it in this beautiful little hole." He promises, teasing Louis' opening with one finger.
Louis is still wearing all of his clothes and that can't be right, he won't allow it.
"Undress me." He instructs, biting on Harry's sharp jaw.
Harry chuckles, squeezing harder on his ass.
"Want me to fuck you here?" he asks, lowering his head to press their mouths together.
Louis wants him to fuck him on every surface available, to be honest. But he's still lucid enough to realize that Niall should be home in twenty minutes and letting him see that is only okay with guys he's been fucking for a while.
Harry would probably panic, so no.
"My room."
It's like the universe has stopped whatever it was doing only to focus on Louis' prayers, 'cause Harry lifts him up with no effort and now Louis knows.
He could hold him up against the wall and fuck him, if he wanted to. Isn't that lovely.
Harry lays him on the bed instead, and Louis should have spent three minutes making it in the morning. Ah, fuck it, Harry doesn't seem to care that much. He's too busy taking off Louis' jeans.
Then he takes off his shirt, just as quickly, and his socks, he takes off his fucking socks! Louis loves him.
He can't help but laugh and he's relieved to discover that Harry's sense of humor is just as stupid.
They stop laughing when Harry's hands crawl up Louis' body, tugging at his briefs.
Louis lifts his hips up, impatient to get naked, impatient to catch Harry's expression once he sees him like that, ready to have him.
It's priceless.
Harry's jaw tightens, his breath gets even more ragged.
"Turn around, show me." he says, grabbing his hips to flip him.
Louis complies, of course, and he gets on all fours, wiggling his ass a little. Maybe it'll get Harry to mount him or something.
Louis is confused at first, he doesn't recognize the sensation immediately. Until he feels Harry's tongue swiping over his hole, and it couldn't be more clear.
How did he get this lucky.
Thank you universe.
Harry makes out with his ass like he's in love with it, he pours all of his attention and energy into it, making Louis moan like a desperate teenager just like that.
Thank you universe.
Louis has to hide his face into the pillow at some point, he doesn't want Harry to think he's moaning like that on purpose, just to make him hot.
He's always been loud, but this is ridiculous.
It's a bit more muffled, but it's still all there, the sound of his body going crazy and pliant under Harry's hands, the sound of his need to get fucked as soon as possible.
It's unmistakable.
Harry must have recognized it, 'cause he finally leaves his hole alone, all slicked up and clenching around nothing.
Another sound escapes Louis' mouth, and this time it's the one he makes when he realizes he's going to get properly fucked. So he arches his back a bit more, inviting Harry with his whole body, shaking with the anticipation.
But Harry doesn't give him that beautiful cock of his, oh no.
He suddenly stops touching him, he climbs off the bed, making the old mattress squeak its disappointment.
Then he leaves the room.
Louis is still there, displaying the most perfect doggie position, hair sticking to his face, mouth dry. And Harry fucking left the fucking room.
He's too horny to get up, he's certainly too proud to shout Harry's name, though.
Luckily Harry comes back just a moment later, dragging his bare feet across the floor and his ass back on Louis' bed.
"I'm sorry." he huffs out, putting a condom on. "I had to put milk in the fridge to keep it from spoiling."
God, Louis can't stand him.
Harry is supposed to focus on the milkshake, doesn't he know?
He pushes the tip of his cock inside of him a minute later and Louis doesn't care that much anymore.
So what if he's a dork, he can make him squeal like an animal and that's all that matters.
So, to summarize, thank you universe.
Niall gets home half an hour later, while Harry is balls deep inside of Louis and telling him he's gonna come.
Louis tells him to shut up until Niall's door slams closed.
Then he lets him slip out and come on his belly, and the mess that was already smeared all over it doubles.
Louis loves sex.
It's what comes after that makes him uncomfortable.
Harry's good, he gets it.
He gets back in his clothes and he sits on the couch, watching TV until Zayn comes home.
While Louis takes a nap, of course.
"You fucked him, didn't you."
Well, he did warn them, didn't he.
"Maybe." Louis casually replies, ignoring that finger Zayn's pointing at him. At least it's not his middle finger.
Niall is having breakfast for dinner, like he does when what's left of his salary won't allow him to order pizza.
He blushes, chewing his cereals.
"What, when?"
"Before you got home." Louis lies, stretching his arms above his head.
But Zayn won't let him get away with it. It used to be just Liam, torturing him with his stink eye and his boring morals. It must be contagious.
Zayn looks mad.
"Niall was home. He put away the groceries you left on the table so-"
"I always leave shit on the table." Louis interrupts him, avoiding his gaze.
Zayn scoffs.
"Niall was in the house and he had to take care of your mess while you were having sex with my coworker."
That sounds awfully correct.
"Let's agree to disagree?" Louis suggests, disappearing into the kitchen to get a beer.
When he goes back, he finds out Liam joined the conversation. How did it become everybody's business?
"What's the big deal anyway?" Louis snaps, involuntarily spilling beer on the couch. "And who asked for your opinions anyway."
"You involved all of us." Liam reminds him. "Like you always do."
This is getting out of hand.
Louis takes a long sip, staring at his own feet for a while.
Apparently, it's not over yet. The three of them are looking at him, like they expect him to apologize. What for? Since when does he have to ask permission to get laid?
"What?" he yells, putting the bottle on the floor.
Zayn rubs his forehead.
"I work with him, Lou. You can't fuck the people I work with."
"Why not?!" Louis protests, drawing his knees up. This is making him uncomfortable. He's supposed to feel cocky and proud of himself, not judged for being a bad boy.
"Because." Liam interjects, giving him his disappointed parent look. "You're going to hurt him. You're going to use him for a while, and once you get tired of him, you're gonna treat him like shit, until he gives up on you."
That sounds horribly accurate.
"And guess who's going to have to deal with what comes after that?" Zayn asks him.
Louis doesn't answer.
It's not his fault if his milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and one of those boys happens to work with Zayn, right?
There's four of them in this house.
Four different people with four different personalities.
Now how is it possible that three of them think Louis shouldn't sleep with Harry anymore? What are the odds of that happening?
But Louis believes in democracy and he can't stand it when people are mad at him, because then he gets mad at them and it all gets blown out of proportion and he doesn't know how to put a stop to it.
It's happened before.
That's why he told them he would talk to Harry, keeping a safe distance between the two of them - that part was strongly advised by Liam - to tell him that it won't happen again.
When Harry gets there Louis feels excited, like a kid on Christmas morning, except he doesn't want to get a simple toy.
More like a boy toy.
But he can't. It was a one-time thing.
He's going to tell Harry just that.
The problem is, Harry ignores him.
He ignores him all night.
He just sits there, sharing a soda and a joint with Zayn, staring at the computer screen and talking nonsense like they always do.
Louis evens drops his phone on purpose, just so he can bend over and pick it up, but Harry won't look at him.
And his phone has an ugly cracked screen now.
So that's great.
"Are you seriously ignoring me?" he gets to ask him, at one a.m., only after Zayn glared at him and told him to walk Harry to the door.
Harry is waiting for the elevator but he turns around, going back a couple steps.
He smiles at him, and it's not even a mean smile, it's not a mocking one.
"Thought you wanted to keep it a secret." He simply observes.
That sounds extremely tempting.
Louis shakes his head.
"They found out." he informs him, biting on his nails.
Harry shrugs.
"I don't mind." he tells him, still smiling.
He looks dangerously cute, despite being so sleepy and high.
"It can't happen again, Harry."
He just says it. Done. He said it.
Harry frowns.
"Do you want it to happen again?" he asks, rubbing a hand through his curls.
Louis wants to pull on his hair. While fucking his mouth, possibly.
"It just can't happen again, that's it." he presses, already grabbing the door handle.
That's when Harry steps forward, circling Louis' hips with an arm to bring him closer.
"If a tree falls in the forest," he starts, brushing his lips against Louis'. "And no one is there..." he continues, slipping his tongue inside Louis' mouth.
Louis barely holds back a moan, pulling on Harry's shirt to feel his body against his.
Harry breaks the kiss slowly, his breath lingering on Louis' face.
"Does it still make a sound?" he adds, cocking his head to the side.
He's never looked this pretty.
Louis grabs his hand, he sucks on his fingers for a moment, staring into Harry's eyes.
"I don't know." he whispers, in the end.
Then he opens the door of his apartment, he sneaks Harry inside.
"But if you make a sound, I'll kill you." He warns him, as Harry follows him into his room.
He manages to sneak him out of the house at five a.m., with the sound of Niall's snoring covering up their footsteps.
Harry kisses him before Louis manages to push him outside, and he even hears him giggle as he locks the door.
What a dork.
But he still wishes Liam didn't get up at five thirty, 'cause in that case Harry would still be inside his ass.
Too bad Liam's such a hard worker.
Liam's attention to details is what got him his job as a custom officer.
Fucking hawk-eyed Liam Payne.
He gets back from work at four, while Louis is eating instant noodles in the kitchen.
Louis greets him with a gross open mouthed smile and Liam doesn't even react.
He just goes "Why are you standing up?"
Louis swallows, he shrugs.
Liam slaps him on the head and Louis had it coming.
"What?!" he protests, all the same.
Liam won't fall for it.
"If we were at the airport I'd have your ass checked for smuggling heroin." He declares, throwing his tie on the kitchen counter. "But knowing you, you're just suffering from cock hangover."
That sounds terribly true.
"I'm telling Zayn." Liam informs him, crossing his arms.
Louis rolls his eyes.
"Loser." he spits out, hitting him in the head with his chopsticks.
"Slut." Liam shoots back.
Not entirely true. But still quite accurate.
"Again?!" Zayn shouts, tearing his pillow away from him just so he can hit him with it.
Louis hides under the duvet.
"I just fucked him goodbye." he justifies himself.
Zayn hits him again, right in his face, and the covers don't do much to keep Louis from feeling it.
He kinda deserved it.
"We just can't Harry, they're gonna kill me the next time." Louis whispers in the hallway.
Niall is snoring again, which is good sometimes. Times like this.
"It was fun." Louis says. "A lot of fun." he corrects himself. "But it can't keep happening. You understand that, right?"
Harry squints his eyes in the dark, barely able to see Louis' frustrated expression.
"I guess I do." He murmurs. "But I don't get why you're taking my clothes off."
Louis scoffs.
"Shut up, Harry, will you?" He scolds him, pulling him into his room once again.
He pushes him on the bed, climbing on top of him.
"There's no one in the forest." he whispers, rubbing their noses together.
He can see Harry's dimples appearing on both sides of his mouth.
He feels his hands slipping into his briefs.
"Guess a little tree falling won't hurt anyone, then." He hears him say.
It doesn't take long before Niall finds out.
Well, he doesn't exactly find out. Louis tells him.
He needs to tell someone, he can't keep it all bottled up!
Niall isn't surprised.
"What about Zayn?" he asks him.
"What about him." Louis retorts, shrugging.
The look Niall gives him speaks louder than words.
"You won't tell him, right?" Louis begs him, smacking a kiss on his cheek.
Niall sighs.
"What is it about this one that makes you act this way?"
Louis smiles, he puts a hand on Niall's shoulder.
"Niall." He says, a serious expression on his face. "He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen. And it's so pretty I can't even describe it. And-"
Niall raises a hand to stop him, but there's a little smile forming on his lips.
"And!" Louis insists. "He knows how to use it. That's a lot, these days."
Niall blushes but he starts laughing.
"I didn't ask for all these details." he complains, standing up from the couch to turn the playstation on.
Louis could give him a lot more details.
He could tell him about the way Harry shoves his cock down his throat while telling him the nastiest shit, or about the fact he has to press a hand to his mouth to keep him from screaming.
He could even tell him about how rough Harry gets when Louis plays hard to get.
But that involves a certain interest in BDSM and Niall is not ready for that.
Maybe next time.
"I have a house too, you know." Harry tells him one afternoon, but Louis can't answer that, 'cause his mouth is full of cock and loving every second of it.
So he pushes it a bit deeper down his throat, tearing an obscene sound out of Harry's mouth.
Louis smiles and he quickly catches his breath, taking a moment to suckle on the tip.
Harry looks at him like he wants to destroy him, and that's just what Louis is trying to do to him.
It doesn't take long to turn Harry into an animal, once you learn to push the right buttons.
He's almost there, judging from the way he's pushing his hips forward, burying himself deeper in Louis' throat, making him choke just a little.
Harry can be rough, but he never crosses the line.
Louis likes that about him.
Well, it's hard to cross the line when you're fucking Louis Tomlinson. He's into a lot of stuff most people wouldn't do. But still, Harry is a good lover.
He's generous and careful and definitely skilled. Or maybe talented. Probably both.
He pulls Louis up to his feet, he wraps a hand around his jaw, tilting his face up.
"You don't wanna come over and get fucked, Lou?" he asks him, sneaking his other hand between their bodies.
Louis realizes how hard he is only when Harry starts stroking his cock slowly, making him gasp for air.
"You can scream all you want in my house, you know." Harry adds, picking up the pace just a little, just enough to have Louis squirming.
"You can make me scream now." Louis reminds him.
It's Wednesday afternoon. The magical moment during the week when they have the whole house available, 'cause Niall and Liam are working and Zayn is picking up his sister from piano practice and probably having dinner at his parent's house.
Harry has three fingers inside of his ass, when Louis finally gives up and starts moaning.
It makes Harry smile, makes him finger him even better.
"Can't wait to get my cock inside baby?"
Louis nods, 'cause he's feeling too good to form words, but he manages to slap Harry's hand away from his body.
He expects him to catch him as soon as he starts walking towards the bed, but no, Harry doesn't do that this time.
He just takes his time, looking at him while Louis crawls on the bed, makes his ass bounce a little, spreads his cheeks apart to show Harry right where he wants him.
But Harry knew that already.
It's Wednesday afternoon, so Louis can scream as loud as he wants, while Harry pounds him hard and fast, making the headboard smack against the wall again and again. It's becoming Louis' favorite sound.
Harry does this thing lately, right before he comes, and Louis' not sure how to interpret it.
He suddenly slips out of him, leaving him empty and frustrated, and he flips him onto his back.
Then he comes on him, sometimes on his belly, sometimes on his face, as long as he can look Louis right into his eyes.
It makes him feel weird.
It makes him feel hot and...something else.
He's not sure he likes it, but he's sure he loves the taste of his cum, loves the way Harry pushes a finger into his mouth to make him swallow it.
Harry rarely comes before Louis does, and when it happens it's never a coincidence.
It means he's not even close to being done with him.
That's why "Don't come." he orders, while spreading his thighs to make space for his mouth.
Thank you universe for Wednesday afternoons.
They never talk.
It's for more than a reason, really.
First of all, nine out of ten times they fuck at least one of Louis' roommates is in the house, which calls for silent sex. Well, unless Niall's in the house.
Louis made him his partner in crime, so he's allowed to listen to them.
They also don't talk because when they're done having sex Louis kicks Harry out of the house. Unless they have sex again, of course. In that case Harry can stay a bit longer.
They don't talk because Louis likes Harry just the way he is: horny and obedient and available.
Talking would make everything shift.
At some point they exchange numbers, though.
They have to, if they want to have fun whenever they get the chance.
At first it's just a few short texts, stuff like "The princess left the castle" - Liam being the princess - and "Zayn's so high he can't remember his own name" or "Bring food.", 'cause Louis gets hungry sometimes.
It works, it's a simple system but it's effective, and Harry runs over most of the times.
Of course he can't on a couple of occasions, but it's no big deal, Louis doesn't suck his cock next time he sees him and he feels like they're even again.
Harry still tries to lure him into his house sometimes, but Louis knows better.
They're doing perfectly fine, fucking in Louis' room any time they can, and Louis doesn't need to know Harry's address to sleep at night.
But after a while the texts become a thing, and they come and go even when they're not that necessary.
So Harry starts sending him pictures of what he's having for lunch and selfies where he kisses his parrot - who the fuck has a parrot anyway. Only weird people do.
Louis sends nudes in return and Harry seems to enjoy them.
The sexting starts pretty soon after that, getting out of control in no time.
Because let's face it. If Louis gets a text from Harry saying "I'm so hard right now you're lucky I'm not there." how could he keep himself from replying "And why aren't you here, exactly?".
How.
The first time they talk on the phone Louis is drunk and Harry is out of town. A horrible combination.
Harry must have sensed it or something, that Louis was vulnerable.
He called without knowing he was drunk, and that says a lot about his gut, doesn't it.
Louis answers the phone with a laugh and that's it, that's when things start going downhill.
"What's so funny?" Harry wonders.
Louis stops laughing immediately, because he's drunk and hearing Harry's voice is suddenly making him emotional.
"Do you miss me?" he asks, and that only happens 'cause he had eight shots of tequila. Louis never asks this kind of question. Louis immediately dumps the people who ask him this kind of question.
"Like crazy." Harry replies.
Louis hangs up.
There's only one way Harry can make it up to him.
That's right, Louis is mad at him, 'cause it's his fault if they had that pathetic little moment.
Harry should have never called him in the first place.
The only way he can forgive him is getting him drunk. There's no other solution.
"Take me to the restaurant." he tells him the night he's back, while Harry's pressing him against the door of his bedroom with his whole body. He really must have missed him.
"Treat me to dinner." Louis continues, unzipping his pants to feel his erection.
"And then take me to a hotel and fuck me like a slut."
That finally grasps Harry attention.
"Anything you want." He blurts out, pushing Louis down to his knees.
Then he feeds him his cock and Louis is relieved, 'cause it's going to be easy.
He'll be able to shake the humiliation off sooner than he expected.
His plan backfires.
They take a taxi to the restaurant, 'cause apparently Harry doesn't need much convincing to get drunk.
Louis thought they would eat Chinese food, maybe a burger.
But Harry took him to an actual restaurant, one of those where waiters are wearing a nice, elegant uniform, and they call Harry Mr. Styles. Their waiter walks them to their table and he even drags Louis' chair back for him.
So not only does he think they're gay, he also thinks Louis is the "girl". Awesome.
Harry can barely hold back his laughter and Louis doesn't care if this is a fancy place, he still kicks him under the table until he becomes serious again.
"So what are we having?" Louis asks him, ignoring the warmth in his cheeks. He can't possibly be blushing. Louis Tomlinson does not blush.
If anything, he makes other people blush.
"They make a pretty good steak." Harry suggests, laying his menu on the table.
He looks nice.
He's wearing black jeans and the dumbest shirt Louis had ever seen - it has flamingos all over it - and he still looks nice.
His hair is flowy, his eyes are kinda sparkling.
Is he already drunk?
Louis is thinking just that, as Harry pours them a second glass of wine, gesturing for the waiter to come closer.
Louis agrees on ordering stake 'cause Harry's paying anyway.
He doesn't tell him, but it is actually delicious.
Harry smiles, staring at him as Louis eats the whole thing, carefully avoiding the salad, but Louis never lets him know how good it is. It's not like Harry cooked it, anyway. Why would he spare a nice comment for it.
By the time they order dessert Louis' head is spinning and he can't even hear what Harry's saying, too focused on telling himself don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh.
His chocolate cake looks impossibly good, so good he doesn't let Harry taste it and "You got a stupid cheesecake. That's all you get." he slurs, stabbing yet another piece of his cake.
Then he lifts the forks up to his mouth, he looks around, he shifts on his chair.
"I'm drunk." he confesses, fighting a huge burst of laughter.
Harry smiles at him, he grabs his wrist, stealing cake right from his fork.
"I'm getting a lot more than cheesecake." he tells him, smirking in a way Louis could never mistake.
"I'm gonna take you to a nice hotel, remember?" Harry continues, wiping his mouth gracefully.
"And once we're there..."
Louis blinks slowly, he subtly sneaks a hand on his crotch.
You're gonna fuck me like a slut, he thinks, following Harry outside.
Sluts don't get fucked this way.
They most definitely don't get fucked this hard.
Louis had no idea it could get even better.
Drunk Harry is wild.
When they get to the reception Louis is already using Harry's arm to support his own weight and he needs to stay completely silent, if he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of strangers.
Harry, on the other hand, is his usual charming self, he smiles, he jokes a bit, he thanks the staff.
Then he takes Louis to their room.
They empty the mini fridge, obviously.
An hour goes by and when Louis looks down he realizes two things: the bed is covered with small bottles that smell like alcohol and he is completely naked.
When did that happen?
Harry puts all of that trash in the bin, and Louis has no idea how he manages to do it, 'cause an hour ago Harry was tipsy, but now he is definitely drunk.
The next thing he does shows to what extent, because he climbs on the bed, he leans over Louis and he starts kissing his face, small pecks all over his cheeks and eyelids and chin and mouth.
"Pretty little thing." He comments, as Louis just lays there, unable to push him away. His limbs feel too heavy to fight it.
"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" he provokes him, spreading his thighs.
That's all it takes, really.
Harry pulls back to stare at him, he licks his lips.
Louis feels a rush of adrenaline coursing through his body, noticing that spark flicking in Harry's eyes.
This is gonna be good.
Harry wraps a hand around his throat, applying just the right amount of pressure, making Louis struggle a little to let air inside, making his cock even harder.
Louis mewls something he can't even understand, too lost already to have any control on what comes out of his mouth.
Harry sucks a bruise into his neck, hand still pressed against his throat.
He looks at him again and this time Louis just moans.
"Want me to fuck you?" he asks, but Louis was frantically nodding when he was still halfway through the question.
"Want me to wreck this little ass, don't you."
Louis tries to say something, but Harry's grip on his neck won't let him do that. So he reaches out to touch him, digging his nails into his shoulder blades.
"Want me to ruin that pretty hole of yours?"
Fuck.
That's all Louis would say, if he could talk.
Fuck.
Harry finally lets go of him, and his hands make their way to Louis' thighs, spreading them apart.
"Gonna eat you out first." he explains, breathing against his inner thigh.
Louis bites on his own hand, he squeezes his eyes shut and he almost chokes, as Harry tortures him that way. With tongue and teeth and spit and so many fingers Louis loses count, for so long Louis ends up crying.
"Enough." he begs him at some point. "Just fuck me." he chokes out, pulling on Harry's hair to make him stop.
Harry does, for a moment. He dips his tongue inside of him one last time, making him kick out, and then he finally gives him a break.
He leaves a wet trail of kisses on his stomach, climbing back up, until he reaches his mouth.
Louis opens it for him, letting his tongue inside with a sigh, giving in.
He asked for it, after all.
Harry kisses him slow and deep, and Louis is leaking and his body is aching for Harry's cock, shaking and twisting and basically begging him.
"I know, baby." Harry whispers, brushing Louis' hair away from his face.
Louis can't breathe.
"But I need to open you up, mh? I can't fuck you like a slut if you don't let me spread you open first."
Louis can't breathe.
Harry grabs him by the hips, he makes him turn around and Louis realizes he can barely keep his body from crashing down.
Harry puts him on all fours, he goes back to rimming him despite Louis' desperate whimpers, he keeps going until Louis has no energy left to resist.
By the time Harry is done with him, the pillow under Louis' head is soaked with spit and tears, his face flushed, his body screaming for relief.
Harry bites on Louis' shoulder, telling him it's finally time, he's about to get it this time, and Louis' mind might have left a while ago, but his body still knows what to do. He arches his back, he takes a deep breath and Harry just gives him what he desperately needs. He pushes his cock inside, little by little, inch by inch, and if Louis didn't know him at all he would relax a bit.
But he's been fucked by Harry enough times to know what's coming.
He grabs on the sheets as Harry quickly picks up the pace, he sinks his teeth into his own arm to keep himself from screaming, 'cause this is so intense, it's so much he feels like he's going to die. He's going to implode.
Harry slams his body against his with no mercy, filling him up hard and fast, so hard and so fast Louis has to force himself to breathe. He tries to meet Harry's thrusts halfway but it's impossible, it's no use, Harry's got a good grip on him, he's got a good rhythm going and there's not much Louis can do, except take all he has to give him.
Harry has never felt this big and Louis had never felt so full, so wrecked, so open and yet so unsatisfied.
He tries to touch himself but Harry's hand smacking against his ass quickly changes his mind.
The following moment he's lying on his back and Harry's all over him, crashing his body thrust after thrust, fucking him into the mattress until Louis stops making any kind of sound.
Sluts don't get fucked this hard, Louis is sure.
"Look at me." Harry whispers, but Louis can't remember how to open his eyes.
Then it all suddenly stops.
Louis can still feel it, Harry's thick cock splitting him in half, but Harry's not moving anymore.
"Lou, look at me." He slurs, breathing hard.
Louis does.
He opens his eyes, somehow he does, and he finds Harry's familiar face right in front of him, he kisses him back even though he's exhausted, unable to do much more than breathing into his mouth and twisting his tongue every once in a while, trying to get his lungs to work again.
"Wanna stop?" Harry asks softly, brushing the back of his hand against his cheek.
Louis shakes his head.
"Wanna come." he huffs out, as his eyes fall closed again, his legs spread open again.
But Harry keeps still.
He gives him another kiss, just pressing his lips against Louis' mouth, and he slowly slips out of him.
"Come here, baby." Harry whispers, helping Louis up and holding him, until he manages to climb on his lap.
Louis' mind was wiped away long ago, but his body still knows what to do.
So he takes Harry's cock inside, sinking onto it while holding his breath, 'cause he's never gonna get used to it, not in a million years.
That's as far as he gets. He just can't, he can't move and he can't stay still, he can't come and he can't stop taking him in. Harry kisses him again, "I got you, Lou." he murmurs, pushing his hips up.
And it's exactly what Louis needs, no more, no less, just what he needs: Harry's hands holding him still, holding him close, his fingers digging into his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against that hidden spot deep inside of him, Harry's mouth against the shell of his ear.
He feels like he's been coming since Harry sank back inside of him, but he realizes he's only coming now, and it's so intense he completely loses control of his body, bouncing on Harry's cock like it's what he was born for, like his life depends on it.
Harry comes too, almost at the same time, thrusting harder inside of him, holding tighter to his hips, leaving bruises into the soft flesh.
Louis doesn't care.
It feels too good.
It's pure warmth and light and fucking stars exploding in his head, and if the universe collapsed right now he couldn't bring himself to care.
It feels too good, Harry's moans echoing in his ear, his semen flowing inside, filling him up.
Wait.
What?
The ride home is horribly quiet, but words would probably make it even worse.
Harry insists on getting out of the car to walk Louis home and Louis is too shaken to object.
He keeps quiet though, every step of the way, lips pressed firmly together.
Harry lays a hand on the small of his back, and Louis says nothing.
It's about six in the morning and the birds are already singing. Clueless little shits.
Louis is still kinda drunk. He needs to sleep and he needs every kind of noise to go away.
He needs darkness and silence.
Space.
"Call you tomorrow?" Harry asks, leaning forward for a small kiss.
Louis lets him have it, too tired to pull back.
"Yeah." he says.
Then he goes home.
Harry does call him the next day, but Louis doesn't answer.
He looks so bad even Liam takes pity on him.
"Drink a lot of water and go back to sleep." he suggests, squeezing his arm a little.
For a change, Louis listens to him.
He wakes up again the following morning, feeling like shit.
The alcohol has done its job and has left his body, or at least most of it has, but that feeling is still there.
That dirty, sinister, dreadful feeling.
It must be directly linked to what Harry said, after Louis realized they forgot to use a condom, that thing he said about Louis having nothing to worry about, 'cause he's clean, he's only ever had unprotected sex with his girlfriend and it was years ago.
With his girlfriend.
Years ago, but still. With his girlfriend, he said.
Zayn noticed it too.
That's why he gave Louis some weed and a kiss and he left him alone for a couple days.
He might not know what it is, but he can tell that something's wrong.
Niall's a whole different story.
He spends his day off torturing Louis with questions, following him around the house with a clueless smile, lowering his voice when Zayn or Liam are around.
Louis is having dinner when Niall asks him for the fiftieth time.
"Come on, Lou! How did it go?"
Louis eats half of his sandwich and he throws the rest in the trash, then he empties his bottle of beer into the sink.
"We got pissed drunk." He says, finally looking Niall in his eyes.
"And?" he presses, tapping his hands on the table.
Louis shrugs.
"We had sex."
Niall looks disappointed.
"Why do you say it like that, though?" he asks. "Why aren't you grossing me out with every little detail you can think of?"
Louis bites on the inside of his cheeks.
"We forgot to use a condom." He mutters, taking in Niall's shocked expression.
"Oh my God. Are you okay?" He blurts out.
Louis nods, looking down.
"Yeah, but it turns out Harry's bisexual. I think."
Niall frowns.
"Okay." he replies. "So?"
How can Louis explain it to him.
"So he likes both boys and girls, Niall."
Niall throws his hands up in the air.
"So?!" he repeats, shrugging.
Louis bites harder on the inside of his cheeks, he tastes blood on his tongue.
"So he's no good. Bisexuals are no good."
Niall looks more and more frustrated and Louis can't see why. He's the one who has to deal with this mess.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Lou?!" Niall snaps, jumping up from his chair.
Louis is wondering if he's this mad 'cause he threw most of his sandwich away without asking him if he wanted it first.
That's probably it.
"Bisexuals guys never picture their future with another man. They mess around with boys, sure." Louis explains, nervously scratching on his neck, right where Harry's love bite is marking him. "But they marry a girl and they have babies and they live a good old heterosexual life."
Niall scoffs.
"Not everybody's like Greg, Lou. You can't make Harry pay for what he's done."
Niall has no idea what he's talking about.
Louis should have never involved him into this.
He shouldn't have slept with Harry that afternoon, two months ago. That was stupid.
Damn his milkshake, bringing bisexual boys to his yard.