Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 16: Harry

A/N this chap is basically entirely smut, so feel free to skip if that kind of stuff makes you uncomfortable. 

"You mean you've been staring at my arse all night long, which made you need a little something more than light kisses and cuddles," he asked.

"Yes, that is exactly what I meant," I responded. He shifted slightly under me, but part of me thought he didn't really do it because he was uncomfortable, but so he could see my reaction as he seemed to purposely press his crotch to mine for a mere few seconds.

"How long is Niall watching Darcy," he asked, gently turning us over, so he was on top of me.

"All night. I had a feeling," I tell him, shrugging.

"You had a feeling," he asks, laughing.

"Angel, let me remind you that the last time we had sex was in February, and it is now May. I'm a patient man, but there's only so much you can do when you have a daughter that constantly needs to be around you and is a light sleeper."

"So what you're saying is that you can stay over," he asked, rocking his hips against my own. The movement sent waves of pleasure all over my body and I really wanted him to do it again.

"Yeah," I say breathlessly. He seems to get the idea that I really enjoyed that as he does it again and again. Each time he did, it felt just as good and I would die a happy man if he kept doing that. By now, I was fully hard and wanted Louis to fuck me hard.

"As much as I'm sure Liam would love to know you and I had sex on the couch we share, we should go upstairs before he gets home," he whispered in my ear, climbing off of me. He and I both heard the jingle of the doorknob, and panic crossed both of our faces. Nobody but Taylor and Simon knew we were back together, and this certainly wasn't the way we were planning on telling anyone. "Go," he said, pushing me towards his bedroom. "I'll talk with Liam and then be in, darling," he promised as I slipped into the bedroom. The walls were pretty thin, so I could hear the entirety of their conversation. As they talked, I rid myself of my clothing with the exception of my boxers. Those were for Louis to do.

"Liam," he'd greeted. "You're home early," he'd added on.

"Got off early," Liam had said in response. There were a few moments of silence. "Right, you got that boyfriend of yours over, don't you," he asked a moment later.

"Yeah, and you walked in at quite literally the worst time. Lima, the man's got one year old daughter and the two of us are a pair of horny shits and were on our way to having sex, which we haven't had since his birthday back in Febuary, and being the little shit you are, you walked in right as things were heating up," Louis had said. Way to give away hints that we were dating again. A few moments later, I heard the front door open and close and soon Louis was entering the bedroom.

"You really love making Liam hate living with you, don't you," I question.

"You should have seen his face though. The second I said it he was out," Louis said, pulling his tee shirt off, which was soon followed by his jeans. He came over to the bed where I had been laying and straddled my hips. He leaned down to connect our lips, his hands quickly tangling in my hair and tugging lightly. His tongue trailed across my bottom lip, hungrily. I opened my mouth and he quickly found my tongue, exploring my mouth with his own.

After a moment, he trailed his lips down my neck in hunt for the spot he knew could make me lose the little control I had with this man. He soon found it, licking over it, eliciting a small moan from my lips. When he heard the noise, it seemed his goal was to make it louder. He sucked and bit at the spot, making my noises louder, and leaving a purple mark on my neck.

He slowly began moving his hips against mine, driving me absolutely mad. As he did so, his mouth moved down taking each nipple in his mouth and dragging his teeth over them.

"Lou," I'd moaned out, wanting more than just his mouth on me. I'd wanted something in me, whether it be his fingers or his dick was entirely up to him.

"Mmmm, want more than this, baby," he'd asked, teeth dragging over my skin.

"Want something in me," I'd breathlessly told him. He smiled devilishly up towards me, moving down towards my boxers. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down, slowly. Very very slowly. When he finally got them off, he'd rolled off of me and opened his bedside drawer and pulled a bottle of lube out. He'd quickly coated his fingers with the substance.

"Roll over for me, love," he asked. I quickly did as he'd asked, rolling onto my stomach. He'd pushed a single finger in before giving me a moment to relax. "If it hurts too much, tell me and we can stop," he'd promised.

"'M good," I tell him and he slowly begins pushing his finger in and out. The feeling was absolute bliss. He'd added a second one, moving a bit faster and rougher than he had wth the original one, but it still felt absolutely fantastic. "Oh god, Lou," I'd moaned out when he'd started moving them at a different angle.

"You look absolutely fantastic, darling," he'd told me, before pulling his fingers out. I'd whimpered slightly at the loss of contact. "Roll back over for me, love," he'd asked. I did as he asked, to see him slipping a condom over his length before lubing it up. "You ready," he asked, concern written all over his face.

"Yes, angel," I'd promised. He'd slowly pushed in, stretching me out more than I'd previously been. He'd pulled my legs further apart so he could go deeper. Once he was fully in, he paused his movements to let me adjust.

"You good," he'd asked, kissing my stomach gently.

"Yeah, you can move." And he did just that. He moved slowly at first pulling out and then moving back in. He did so for a couple minutes, going a painfully slow pace. "Faster, please," I'd asked. He quickly did exactly as I'd asked, moving in a faster and rougher fashion. And as he did so, he hit my prostate, evoking a moan from deep within my throat. He'd moved faster and faster, his thrusts soon becoming sloppy.

"You close, baby," he'd asked, hitting against my prostate once again. The feeling enough was plenty to bring on my release. I moaned out as my seed was sprayed on both of our chests. Louis came soon after and pulled out, depositing the condom and cleaning us both up. "I love you," he whispered as we both drifted off to sleep.