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Louis could feel the bass in his stomach. It pumped in and out of him quickly with the beat of the song, something Louis recognized but wouldn’t be able to name. Bodies surrounded him on all sides. Some were more bold than others. He felt a hand on his hip here, one on his shoulder there. He didn’t know who they belonged to, and never would.
There was only one person who would take him home.
Through the low light of the club, Louis searched for him. The lights above rotated like a search party, lone lighthouses that attempted to lead Louis home. His eyes met the ones he looked for from across the room, and Louis looked on in the way only he was allowed to.
Harry leaned against the bartop with a drink in one hand, his stance purposefully casual. His face was calm when Louis studied it, or would be to someone who didn’t know him as intimately as the man on the dance floor did. There was an edge to the slight downturn of Harry’s lips, a hardness by his eyes that gave way to desperation. While Louis watched, Harry’s eyes trailed down what he could see of Louis’ body, then wound their way slowly back up to their face.
His head tilted toward the door, Harry asked Louis if it was time to leave in their own, private language. Louis grinned something wicked, and shook his head. Then, he broke the connection between them as he closed his eyes and leaned into the sea of people who would always support him, always have a hold on the person they dreamt of taking away from this place to somewhere quieter, darker.
It didn’t matter if Louis didn’t look at the taller man; he knew Harry watched while Louis let himself be touched, and grabbed, allowing the lust these people held for him to display itself in these temporary, illicit ways.
The next time their eyes met, some time had passed. The song changed once, then again, and now Louis felt the bass even deeper inside of him. It made him feel hot all over, combined with the alcohol he had earlier in the night. They wouldn’t be here much longer, something only Louis knew when he took in the way Harry’s eyes were softer now. They were more pleading than before and, with an audience of Harry and Harry alone, Louis tilted his head back to laugh. He could feel the way Harry’s eyes traced the span of his neck, watched each tendon flex and pull while Louis let the noise out only to be swallowed by his surroundings.
Harry’s desolation was tangible even from their distance, and though Louis could continue playing with him if he wanted to, he grew bored of the lack of action. The people who touched him did so with an air of understanding, as if they knew Louis would never really accept their advances. It left them timid and dull, enough that when Louis lowered his head, he did so to nod at Harry in agreement.
It was time to leave.
Louis didn’t wait for Harry to move before he pressed out of the dance floor, the disappointment that followed his disappearance tangible in the air until he stepped out into the night. The air was cool with the beginning of spring, a far cry from the higher temperatures offered by the afternoon sun. Louis had time to light a cigarette before he felt someone approach him from behind, and it was years of familiarity with the other person’s form that stopped Louis from turning to check who it was. He already knew.
“Are we going?” Harry asked, and Louis rolled his eyes. He didn’t respond, and he heard the word even before Harry whispered it. “Please.”
It was only the beginning of the questioning Harry would have to display in the following hours, and already, Louis felt the urge to make him beg for more.
Louis hummed, still turned away from Harry while he took a drag of smoke from the butt of his cigarette. “What do I get if we leave?”
Harry’s response was instant. “Anything,” he promised. Just as he always would. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” Louis repeated. The sides of his lips curled into a smile that no one could see, alone as they were on the concrete outside of the club. The music could be heard, more distantly now, the bass less invasive than it had been moments before. Louis missed the fullness that the beat provided, the empty feeling of his stomach enough to make him ache for more. “That’s a tall order, baby. Are you sure you can give me whatever I ask for?”
“Yes.” Harry didn’t need to say more. Louis stubbed out the end of his cigarette in the container provided on the side of the street for that exact purpose, then flagged down a cab. They climbed into the back, one and then the other, where Harry listed off their address to the driver on autopilot. Louis made himself comfortable for the drive in the meantime, crowded against one door with his head turned toward the window.
The space between their bodies did not decrease while the cab moved toward their destination. Louis leaned his chin on one hand, his elbow rested against the lip of the window all the while. When he glanced in Harry’s direction, he found the man’s hands folded in his lap politely. There was a visible tension that pulled his knuckles taut while he resisted the urge to reach out and touch. Louis looked away before his pleased smile could become visible to anyone else; he would never admit it but, so far, Harry was doing well.
Minutes stretched while they drove, Louis’ gaze focused out of the window for the remainder of the drive. The world around them was dark, punctured only occasionally by the orange light of the streetlamps dotted here and there. They would light Louis’ face for a fraction of a second, only for darkness to surround him once more as soon as they continued on toward their destination.
When they got to their apartment building, Louis didn’t bother to stay in the car. Paying the tab and leaving a tip was Harry’s duty, one the man took care of while Louis stretched and prepared for the night that was to come. He didn’t wait for Harry to exit the taxi, and headed for the entrance to the apartment instead. Louis knew he would be followed eventually.
He didn’t care to open the door for himself, so Louis waited patiently while Harry approached with intently measured steps. He used the apartment-supplied key fob to unlock the front door, which Harry held open for Louis to step inside first. One of Harry’s hands remained held behind his back while they approached the elevator, and once more Harry took on the duty of calling it down to the first level.
They made it up to their floor within a collection of minutes, the walk down the hall silent aside from the sound of Harry messing with his keys to find the right one. Once inside, Louis kicked his tennies to the side and stepped toward the kitchen while Harry put them on the shoe rack, leaving Louis to reach for the cabinet where they kept their glasses.
Louis filled one with water while Harry approached him silently from behind. A first sip was taken, and one of Harry’s hands came tentatively for Louis’ hip. Louis glanced at him sharply from over his shoulder, and the hand disappeared.
“Did I tell you that it was time to touch?” Louis asked, his voice soft but rumbling with authority.
Harry shook his head. “No,” he murmured. Both hands went behind his back now, and Louis didn’t need to see them to know that his fingers grabbed for each other anxiously. He craved a touch, any touch that Louis would allow him, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet.
Louis frowned. “Go wait for me in the bedroom,” he demanded. “I’ll come to you when I’m ready.”
“Baby–” Harry started, but he stopped himself before he could finish the thought. Louis heard it in the ruffling of fabric when Harry nodded, then stepped away. Louis listened while his footfalls led Harry away from the kitchen and toward the bedroom. Only then did Louis finish his glass of water. When he left his current position, it was to head for the bathroom instead. There, Louis took his time as he got undressed, then stepped into the shower.
He took longer than he otherwise would have to wash his body clean of the touches of strangers, making Harry wait while he prepared for the night at hand. Louis only stepped out of the shower when his own needs grew too strong, and he decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. Hair still wet from the shower, Louis got dressed in the clothes he set aside for himself earlier in the night.
That done, and there was only one place for him to go.
When he stepped foot inside of the bedroom, Louis looked across to where Harry sat at the edge of their mattress. He was still fully dressed in his clothes from the club. Harry’s hands clutched the bed while his head hung low between his shoulders, the picture of melancholy while he waited for Louis to return to him.
Louis cleared his throat, and Harry looked up at him, his eyes wide.
“So?” Louis greeted. “Come here.”
Harry stood and took a step forward. Louis’ lips turned down at the corners, and Harry stilled.
“Not like that,” Louis muttered. “Get on your knees.”
A low flush spread from Harry’s chest to his neck while he did as he was told, and dropped fluidly to his knees. He didn’t need the instruction as he lowered his upper half down, his weight held on his hands that pressed against the floor.
“There you go, daddy,” Louis cooed. “Now you can come to me.”
Louis watched as Harry maneuvered his way across the room on hands and knees, his head parallel with the floor as he did so. He stilled when he reached Louis, and waited to be told what to do next. Rather than speak, Louis reached down for the crown of Harry’s head. Harry’s breath caught audibly in his throat while Louis grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled hard, until Harry rose to his knees. His hands raised to hold Louis’ wrist while Louis tugged, and leaned down at the same time until their faces were level.
“You look good like this, daddy,” Louis whispered while Harry gasped. He tugged again, just to watch Harry’s lips part. “Go on, then, give me a kiss.”
Louis watched Harry’s eyes water while his lips puckered, and he pulled against the grip Louis had on him so that he could press their lips together. It was little more than a peck, though Louis didn’t mind. There would be time for filth between their mouths later. Now was only the beginning.
Without warning, Louis let go of his grip on Harry’s curls so that the man’s head dipped without the support.
“Stand up and get on the bed,” Louis commanded. Harry didn’t hesitate to do as he said, and stood within seconds. “I want to feel you in my throat before you fuck me.”
Something high-pitched and needy left Harry’s lips in response to the words as he stepped across the bedroom and got into the bed, fully clothed because Louis hadn’t told him to strip yet. Louis followed him over to the mattress, where they looked at each other while Louis remained standing.
“You want me to suck you?” Louis asked, his voice measured and purposefully sweet.
Harry nodded. “Please.” There was a twinge of something beyond desperation in his voice, and Louis knew why; Harry hadn’t cum in almost a week, though that didn’t mean they hadn’t played. Louis spent the last few days drawing Harry close to the edge without ever pushing him over, until his balls were heavy and each time their eyes met, Louis could feel the man’s need to slip inside and have his way with the shorter of the two.
Louis hummed. “Have you been good enough for me to give you my mouth?”
Again Harry nodded, more quickly this time. “I’ve been so good, baby.”
“Have you?” At the question, Harry’s eyes widened. “You kept staring at me at the club…Like you wanted to rip my clothes off on the dance floor. Would you call that ‘good’?”
“I’m sorry.” The words were begging, as Harry’s eyes never left Louis’ own–even as Louis crawled onto the bed and settled between Harry’s easily spread legs. “I wanted to show them all that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Louis teased. “I could have gone home with any of them. You know that, right?”
Harry’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t respond.
“But I didn’t,” Louis whispered this time. He leaned down to press the side of his face against Harry’s clothed crotch, where he was already hard and straining against the zipper. “What should you say to that, daddy?”
Harry sighed from the pleasure offered by Louis’ miniscule touch alone. “Thank you, baby,” he pressed the words out while his head fell back against the pillow behind him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Despite the words, didn’t reach to free Harry’s cock from its current constraints. “Now ask me nicely for what you want.”
“Please, baby,” not a second of hesitation separated the demand and Harry’s response. “Please, suck me off. I’ve been waiting for your mouth, and I’ll be so good for you. I’ll do whatever you want, I won’t even cum, please, I–”
“Enough.” Louis rolled his eyes, and reached for the zipper at Harry’s crotch. “You’re boring me. At least be entertaining while I let you fuck my throat.”
Harry groaned while Louis freed his length, and gripped it too tightly with a dry hand. Louis stroked Harry off a few times, his cock red and thick against his palm. Without warning Louis leaned down and sucked the tip into his mouth, and Harry’s hips jerked up of their own accord. Louis popped off, unimpressed, while Harry stared down at him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. Sweat already gathered around his hairline from the strength of his desire, only getting worse as Louis jerked him off a few more times. “I won’t do it again.”
“What do you mean, daddy?” Louis tilted his head inquisitively while he spoke. “I told you to fuck my throat. So? Do it.”
Louis opened his mouth and took a breath in through his nose to relax while he waited for Harry to do as he was told. The taller man hesitated for only a second, thinking that it was too good to be true, before he reached for the side of Louis’ face with one hand to keep it still. He used the other hand to grab himself and press the tip into Louis’ mouth, then back down into his throat. Harry was too gentle with the motions, which he realized when Louis looked at him with frustration colored in his gaze.
“Okay, baby,” Harry murmured. “You can take it.”
And he did. Harry started to fuck his length in and out of Louis’ throat slowly, though he quickly gained speed when he realized that Louis wasn’t going anywhere. A collection of noises spilled from Harry’s mouth while he moved, needy for the pleasure after so long without cumming. He stuttered his hips up until Louis’ nose touched the hair that lined his stomach and pelvis, and didn’t stop when Louis choked around the feeling; instead it encouraged him to repeat the motion once and then again, until spit started to drip from Louis’ mouth down the sides of Harry’s wet cock.
“Fuck,” Harry cried when Louis pulled off completely, the touch gone within half a second.
Louis licked his lips, and used his hand to wipe the moisture from his chin. “You can do better than that,” Louis murmured, his voice already influenced by the motions. “So do better.”
Harry nodded. He reached for either side of Louis’ head, his fingers threading through Louis’ short hair while he held the man in place. Secretly pleased, Louis opened his mouth in time for Harry to press inside more quickly this time, all the way back until Louis’ eyes watered and he gagged.
“There you go, baby,” Harry complimented while he lifted Louis up and down on his cock. “Doing so well for me.”
The room filled with the wet sound of Louis’ mouth on Harry’s length while Harry used the leverage to fuck into the proffered hole, dotted occasionally with the sound of Louis’ throat constricting against the feeling. Eventually Harry pushed Louis down all the way and kept him there. One hand moved to the back of Louis’ head to keep him in place while Harry’s head tilted back and he moaned, and his length bobbed in Louis’ throat from the pleasure.
“Shit, I’m close,” Harry mumbled, not letting Louis up even when one of his fists came down against the mattress while he tried to breathe through the position. The only thing that pulled them apart was Louis’ index finger that came to tap Harry’s thigh three times in quick succession, their decided-upon sign that Harry had to release Louis from this position.
Louis gasped while he pulled off, his face covered in a collection of tears and spit and precum. He breathed in and out quickly while Harry petted at his cheeks and neck to help calm him down, Louis’ gaze grateful all the while.
“You did a good job, daddy,” Louis said through a broken voice and gasping breaths. “Such a good job.”
Harry’s resulting smile was worth the week without being filled with cum for Louis, who tried not to let his pleasure show in wake of the grin. He climbed up Harry’s body while his breathing evened, and eventually plopped himself in the man’s lap while their mouths met in a clash. Harry’s tongue slipped past Louis’ lips while Louis groaned from the contact, and he reached behind himself to shove down his shorts just enough to leave his ass free.
“Lube,” Louis said against Harry’s mouth. “Get the fucking lube.”
Harry’s arms, longer than Louis’ own, found no trouble as he reached into the bedside table to do as he was told. He brought the bottle out but made no further moves as he waited for Louis’ instructions.
They came soon after. “Finger me open, but not too much.” While he spoke, Louis ground his ass back against Harry’s hard length. “I want to feel you for days.”
The resounding pop of the lube’s cap echoed through the room, and was followed soon after by one of Harry’s wet fingers that circled Louis’ aching hole. He pressed his index finger in as quickly as Louis’ words instructed, and the second came moments later. Louis’ hands squeezed Harry’s biceps while their lips met more lazily in the middle now, spit and the taste of Harry’s cock exchanged between them.
“That’s enough,” Louis said when Harry pushed a third finger in to meet the first two. The stretch would sting and they both knew it, the only thing that made Harry hesitate so far that night. Louis wound a hand up to grab a fistful of Harry’s hair, and he tugged his head back so that he could stare down at the man whose fingers were still inside of him. “Are you going to do what I say?”
“Always,” Harry promised.
Louis hummed. He leaned over to press his lips against Harry’s ear, where he licked at the shell until Harry shuddered. “Then bend me over and fuck me, daddy.”
Harry pulled his fingers out, and Louis bit his lip to hold back a whine from the loss of contact. He had just enough time to let go of Harry’s hair while the taller man’s hands wound to his waist before Harry proved that his muscles weren’t just for show, and he flipped Louis onto his stomach on the mattress. Within moments Harry covered Louis’ body with his back, blanketing him from the rest of the room while he thrust his hips up against Louis’ ass repeatedly.
“Ask me for it,” Louis gasped around the words. The desperation Harry felt leaked its way into Louis now, who panted while the head of Harry’s cock caught against his hole and then moved away. He tried not to let it show while his hands dug into the blankets and turned to fistfulls of sheets.
“Please, baby,” Harry whined while his hips stuttered. He held himself up with one hand while the other went to Louis’ hip, his thumb rubbed soothing circles against Louis’ skin. “I need your hole. Need to cum inside of you, fill you up, please.”
Louis huffed out a breath, his eyes squeezed closed. “Fine.” The word swirled with forced indifference. “You can put it in me.”
Harry grabbed his length with the hand previously on Louis’ hip, and used the leverage there to push inside. They gasped matching breaths when the head popped in, and Harry didn’t stop from there. Louis’ fingers flexed around the blankets while pain mixed with pleasure from the stretch, his brain no longer able to differentiate between the two while it all mixed into waves of intense need for more.
“You gonna fuck me, daddy?” Louis asked when he already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Harry sighed while he shoved his hips forward until they met Louis’ ass. “Can I?”
Louis nodded. “Go ahead, give me your cum.”
Harry pulled his hips back and pressed them forward in an experimental move that punched a moan out from between Louis’ lips. He picked up the pace swiftly after, as sweat dripped down his temples, matched by the sweat that gathered between Louis’ thighs. Their eyes didn’t meet until Harry laid his weight down against Louis’ back and their faces aligned, breaths mingling while Louis pressed his mouth against Harry’s own, waiting lips.
“I won’t last long, baby,” Harry warned, words pressed into Louis’ mouth. “Not when you feel so good.”
“Make me cum first,” Louis demanded. “Then you can ask me if you’re allowed to get off or not.”
Harry’s rhythm stumbled at the thought that Louis might not let him cum, but he regained control soon enough after to avoid immediate punishment. Low whines left him while he remained close against Louis’ back, his hips moving just quickly enough that Louis’ hard length rubbed against the mattress below and provided pleasure from both sides.
Louis wasn’t going to last long either. Not after a night of eagerness that led to this–the head of Harry’s cock pressed against his prostate and stayed there with each move, until Louis cried out while he came without warning. Harry didn’t need to be told to fuck him through it, and his hips just started to slow when Louis barred his teeth.
“Don’t you dare,” Louis gasped. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Just as he said earlier in the night, Harry would do whatever Louis asked, even as he knew his movements caused overstimulation to spread through Louis’ ass and hips.
“Please, baby,” Harry said, having lost track of how many times those very words escaped him so far that evening. “I need to cum inside of you, I–” he swallowed around his own desire. “Need to fill you up, baby. Let me, please let me.”
Louis hummed contemplatively, as if he hadn’t already made up his mind. Harry’s movements were messy now, all rhythm gone while he staved off his orgasm until Louis told him that he was allowed to finish. Louis could feel the need building and building inside of Harry, until he was certain it hurt not to give into what his body needed.
“Alright, baby,” Louis said while Harry moaned in his ear. “Give it to me.”
One thrust and then another, then Harry groaned Louis’ name while he released a week’s worth of pent up desire. Louis sighed around the feeling he had gone so long without, his shoulders relaxed against the mattress while Harry filled him until there was nothing left to give.
They breathed together in the aftermath, the night having caught up to both of them in the form of pleasant exhaustion. At some point, Louis wasn’t sure when, Harry stood to head into the hallway. He returned some minutes later with a wet washcloth and a glass filled with water, that he tilted while Louis drank his fill. Louis laid back against the pillows while Harry cleaned the area between his thighs of any remnants of their night together, the washcloth soon abandoned where they would take care of it later.
“I love you,” Harry whispered while he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around Louis’ middle, his face pressed into the other man’s neck. “Thank you.”
“I love you, too,” Louis returned easily while they turned out the lights and collapsed into each other. “I hope you enjoyed it,” Louis said around a yawn while they started to drift off to sleep. “You’re not cumming again for a while.”