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Louis was out. He didn’t really want to, but Zayn had forced him to finally get out of the flat. Louis reckoned he was a little annoyed by him. So now here he was. In this club, filled to the rim with people who were messy. And noisy and … why the fuck did he agree to do this? Zayn’s advice hadn’t just been to get out of the flat. He wanted Louis to leave him alone a little more and his exact words had been: “ Please mate, just get fucking laid. It’s been too long.” And if even Zaun says that, well. Louis had taken his words to heart and, again, here he was. It really had been to fucking long. Bad trying to pull seemed to be a kind of impossible task. He didn’t even know who. Like, how do you choose again? Louis sighed and made his way over to the bar. Maybe a bit of liquid courage would make this whole ordeal better. When he had, what must be his third vodka coke in his hand, he directed his gaze to the dance floor. Maybe that should be his next goal.
So after he had emptied his drink, which was probably a little too fast, he made his way over. He was still kind of scanning the crowd for a possible … a little strange but in his mind he called them candidate. He started lazily moving to the music and he had to admit that his dance moves were not the smoothest, but well, what should one do. A few moments later his eyes got caught on a guy in a very colourful shirt. Like colourful might not be the right word to describe it. It was the incarnation of colour. His first thought was ridiculous. His second was fuck. Because the bloke wearing the shirt was fit. Like exactly Louis’ type fit. And it seemed that the man hadn’t quite figured out how to button shirts. Louis could almost make out his stomach muscles, since his shirt was only buttened halfway. Again, fuck. Louis left his eyes on the guy, while he continued moving to the music for a little longer. He was complementing his next move. Should he try his luck? Though he was really not in the mood for a rejection. He watched the other man, particularly looking for any sign of a boyfriend or a girlfriend of him. But he didn’t seem to be taken.
After another minute, Louis thought fuck it and began to make his way over the dance floor. When he was about half way, he stopped for a second and thought what exactly he wanted to say but he couldn’t really come up with an answer to that so he just continued on. When he reached the other man he still didn’t have any kind of plan, so he just fitted himself in front of the guy and started kind of dancing with him. Fuck he must really be the most awkward guy in all of London. He didn’t expect for his tactic to work, but it seemed like it did. The man lifted his arms and laid them around his waist and started moving together with him. Louis really had not expected that to work. But since it did, he wholeheartedly enjoyed it. He started to move his hips a little more and when the music changed to a slower song, he pressed his body a little closer to the other man’s. Who’s name he hasn’t even gotten. The other man seemed to have the same thought, because Louis saw his lips moving pronouncing what he thought must be his name. But he couldn’t hear anytihing. “Sorry?”, he said back quite loud. The other one tried again. “I’m Harry.” He was practically shouting. Louis responded with “Louis.” That seemed to be enough conversation made for Harry. He started moving against Louis in earnest and his intentions were pretty clear. And Louis was fully on track with that. With a little bit of hesitation he pressed his hips to Harry’s. Harry’s hands drifted from his waist down to his hips and Louis felt arousal slowly pooling in his stomach. His let one of his hands move up into the other man’s hair. It was in a loose bun and looked absolutely stunning, and Louis wasn’t at all affected by this. No, not at all. With the next press of his hips he thought he could actually feel Harry’s dick at his hip. It was half hard. His breathing hitched the tiniest bit and his arousal increased tenfold. He looked up at Harry and caught his eyes. Actually, they were quite pretty. Very green. He let his eyes drift a little lower to Harry’s lips. And then he kicked his own. When he looked up again Harry’s eyes seemed to have darkened a little bit. With that as his motivation Louis tilted his head up a bit and brought his lips closer to Harry’s. Before he closed the last gap the other man had already leaned down and pressed their lips together. He tasted like alcohol. And something fruity. That was the first thing Louis registered the second thing was, that it felt very, very good kissing him. He wouldn’t describe it like fireworks or something sappy like that. But it was definitely great. Their lips stayed together, while they lived together. Somehow Harry’s thigh had ended up between his’ and they kind of started grinding in each other. Harry’s tongue licked over his lips and he opened them eagerly for him. Harry’s hands on his hips tightened and pulled him even closer. He could feel himself getting quite hard in his jeans. And if they continued like this it would definitely become uncomfortable. They did continue. For a few minutes they stayed just like that. Snogging in the middle of the dance floor until Harry’s hands moved from his hips over his lower back to his arse. Louis’ breath hitched again. And then he remembered that they were in public. Surrounded by very, very many people. And that what they were doing was probably not quite appropriate. Still he didn’t bring a lot of distance between himself and the other man. He just pulled his mouth away a little bit so that he could speak. Or shout. “I don’t want to be, like, too forward but would you, like, want to come back to mine. With me. Obviously.” Louis cleared his throat awkwardly. It really had been too long since he had last done this. Here he was again awkward as fuck. But Harry didn’t seem to mind. He pressed his lips back to Louis’ again shortly and then said: “Sure.”
Louis was a little stunned by this response, since he had really thought it had been to strange and forward. But when Harry began to pull him towards the exit of the club he followed easily. It seemed like Harry was just as eager as he was. When they reached the outside Louis’ head cleared a little bit and he realised what he was about to do. But he didn’t hesitate to pull Harry after him in the direction of his and Zayn’s flat. “It’s quicker if we walk. Just a few minutes.” They hadn’t let go of each other’s hands and Louis didn’t want to either. He walked next to Harry happily.
The few minutes it took to walk over to his flat passed quickly. Louis was very greatful that Zayn wasn’t home, because he hadn’t thought of that before. He opened his door with little trouble and Harry stood directly behind him. So close, that he could feel his warmth against his skin and feel his dick pressed to his lower back. Fuck. Louis really wanted to feel that in other places. With that thought he pulled Harry up the stairs quickly. He had never hated living in the fourth floor so much. When they finally reached the door Harry couldn’t wait any longer and pressed him against it with his own body. He slotted their lips together again and pushed his tongue in to Louis’ mouth a little rougher than before. At least Louis apparently wasn’t the only desperate one. A few seconds later he pulled back and smiled a little sheepishly. Louis took that as his queue to turn around and unlock the door, which he did quickly. When they entered the flat he cleared his throat. “Well, here we are.” He slowly started walking in the direction of his room, making sure that Harry was following him. When he opened the door to his room he was very happy that it was mostly presentable, for once almost clean. He turned to look at Harry and said: “Just so we’re on the same page here. Erm… I’m not really looking for something like serious or something. You’re fine with that, right?” Harry didn’t deem it necessary to respond with words and just closed the distance between them, kissing Louis again. It was desperate, the way he shoved his tongue between Louis lips. And Louis happy to reciprocate. After a few moments Harry’s hands found their way back to his arse. This time he squeezed. Louis couldn’t stop the soft moan that made its way out of his mouth. Louis moved his hands to the collar of Harry’s still rediculous shirt. He let them wander over the fabric and then also over Harry’s chest. It was smooth. So fucking smooth. The low moan he heard from Harry had him unbuttoning the next buttons. He pulled his mouth away from Harry’s shortly and looked him in the eyes when he pushed it from his shoulders. Louis put his lips just under Harry’s jaw and let them slowly wander over the skin. Harry moaned again and Louis straightened up. He remembered again, that they should probably head to the bedroom.
He slowly started walking in that direction while Harry followed him. Louis’ hard on had gotten quite uncomfortable in his jeans. When they were inside he turned back to Harry and pulled his own shirt over his head. He walked backwards towards his bed, sat down and beckoned Harry over. Harry was leaving ing his eyes travel all over his body. They seemingly snatched on his nipples. Louis’ lips formed a little smile. “Come over here already.”, he said. Harry did come over. Louis didn’t know what he had expected, but not for Harry to settle down in his lap and immediately start grinding down in his crotch. He let out a surprised groan. Harry’s lips attached themselves to his neck. And Louis let his hands slowly wander in the direction of the waistband of Harry’s jeans. When he reached it, he stiller their hips for a second and looked Harry in the eyes. He let his fingers hover the button and raised a questioning brow at Harry. “Yes.” Followed by “Please.” was the only encouragement he needed. He popped the button open and before he continued he flipped them over, so Harry was lying under him on the bed. It was a little less graceful than he would have liked, but it worked. Louis balanced himself over Harry shortly and dropped a little peck to his lips. “Gonna blow you now.” His announcement was answered with a quiet moan. “Tell me, if you want me to stop, yeah.” Harry just hummed. Louis let his hips push against Harry’s for a few thrusts, before he started slowly moving further down his body. He let his tongue lick over one nipple shortly and Harry shifted underneath him. Louis just smiled. It seemed he hadn’t quite forgotten how to do this. Next he pressed a few kisses to Harry’s abs, before reaching the waistband of his jeans again. he hooked his fingers into the sides and pulled the trousers down. When he had freed Harry’s legs, he pressed a few kisses to his inner ear highs until Harry was writhing under him. He could hear his breathy pleas. Finally Louis set his eyes on Harry’s dick. It tented in his boxers and Louis really couldn’t wait to get his mouth on it. He moved up a bit and let his breath ghost over it. Then he heard a sigh form above. “Please. Louis. Come on. Just do it already.” At least he remembered his name. And it seemed that he had had enough teasing. Louis pulled Harry’s pants out of the way and pressed his nose to his groin. He could hear a moan from Harry and when he let his lips graze over his dick Harry’s legs twitched. He was already this affected and Louis hadn’t even really started. He slowly wrapped his lips around the head and let his tongue pluck over it. The legs twitched again.
He pushed deeper and Harry let out a deep groan. Louis loved the noises he made. As he continued with his ministrations he slowly began grinding against the mattress. It finally brought a little bit of release. When Harry’s dick hit the back of his throat he couldn’t hold in a moan. He rutted faster and after a few more moments and increasingly loud sounds from Harry, he felt a urgent tap on his shoulder. Promoted by this he looked up and Harry was looking right at him. He didn’t relent and kept swirling his tongue. Until he could feel the dick in his mouth twitch again and release into his mouth.
Then he slowly pulled of and crawled up again, until he was almost face to face with Harry. Who was panting and still seemed a bit out of it. Louis just smiled. It seemed he really did still know how to do this.
He was very satisfied with his work but after a few seconds of watching Harry’s breath relax, he was reminded of his own… situation, when Harry’s legs shifted a bit and his thigh nudged his hard on.
This also finally seemed to bring Harry back. “Oh. That was … really…. Just … fucking good. He riggtes himself a little and then brushed his hands over Louis’ body. Over his stomach and always getting closer to his groin. Now Louis’ breathing was starting to go more in the direction of pants. And he didn’t like to admit it, but he enjoyed occasional teasing. Right now, he was enjoying it quite a lot. When Harry finally pushed a hand into his pants he was already very fucking worked up. With his other hand Harry pulled his jeans and pants out of the way, before he really got to work. He started jerking Louis off. Continuously getting tighter and faster and hotter. And Louis couldn’t really do anything but take it. It seemed like he had somehow lost the ability to move. At least of his own free will, because when Harry swiped his thumb over the head of his dick, his whole body jerked. It might sound cheesy, but Louis could literally feel the wave building. And then Harry connected their lips and shoved his tongue deep into his mouth and Louis could feel the wave crashing. He collapsed onto Harry’s chest when his orgasm subsided. “Oh my god. So good. So fucking good.”, he murmered. From Harry he fit a quiet hum in response.
It seemed Louis had doses of a bit, because he was brought out of a not-quite-there state by Harry seemingly getting ready to leave. He was just about to pull on his jeans when Louis spoke up. “Erm… You could just stay.” Oh fuck. That was awkward. That is literally not one night stand behaviour. My can’t Louis just leave something good like it is? He always has to do something awkward. But then Harry answered. “Could I really. Because the trip home is quite far and it’s late. It would be really great.” So Louis was not the only awkward one. Great. “Sure.”
Harry got back into bed. And when he was settle down he shifted back a little until his back was pressed against Louis’ chest. The latter was a little surprised by this. He hadn’t really expected cuddles, but still he laid his arms around Harry and soon drifted off.