Always You (L.S)

Nightstand: 05

HARRY'S POV:

After seeing Louis get done fixing the bed, I couldn't handle my curiosity. I needed to know what he tried to hide from me.

Walking over to Louis, I grabbed his arm pushing him behind me. Facing him, I saw a pink color flow over his cheeks. I laughed, rubbing my thumb over his cheek. I turned towards the nightstand reaching for it, but was quickly interrupted by Louis grabbing my arm turning me around to face him.

"Could you not..?" Louis said playfully, he wasn't mad at what I was trying to do, just simply embarrassed. "I don't go through your stuff now do I?" He says letting go of my arm.

I laugh, leaving him crossing his arms across his chest. I lower myself down to his neck, my lips by his ear, causing his breathing to accelerate. "Yet again, I don't hide things from you." I whisper into his ear, his hand holding my lower back.

I turn around once again reaching for the nightstand, pulling it open only for it to be quickly slammed shut. In a matter of seconds I was thrown onto the bed, Louis straddling my lap.

"Why do you have to be so nosy Harold?" Louis said laughing looking down on me. We had been in this position many times before. It would never end well for me....

"I just wanted to see what you tried to hide.." I said nervously, if he continued to do this I would be in some deep awkward shit.

Louis readjusted himself so that now his legs spread open, each of his legs on either side of my body, his hands resting on my chest, sitting right on my dick. The movement made my dick start to get hard.

He kept moving, and I instantly picked up on the fact he was doing it on purpose. My dick was now rock hard.

"Why do you keep moving Lou.." I laughed asking curiously. He looked down at my lap, as I followed his eyes also.

He wasn't looking at my hard on...he was looking at his. "Oh..I hadn't realized..sor...sorry" I said nervously looking up to him, him looking at everything else but me. I was becoming inpatient. As much as I loved being in this position, I needed movement.

"Try not to freak out.." I asked, placing my hands on his hips, finally causing him to look into my eyes. I started to grind my hips against him slowly, as he lowered his head down to my neck.

Thrusting my hips on him, his head laid on my collarbone, his hands in my hair, I realized he had also started to slowly grind against me.

"Oh..oh..god" Louis moaned out in frustration, as I threw my head back in complete pleasure.

Let's be honest, Louis has only ever been with women his entire life. He didn't know what he was doing..or did he? I mean after all these damn years this happens? On the first night I see him again? That must mean he's thought about doing this.. right..?

In frustration of needing to touch myself, I started to thrust my hips in sync with him picking up the pace.

Grunts, and pants were thrown around, one after the other. "Oh Lou..don..kee....ugh Lou..." I moaned trying to form a sentence but I couldn't due to my moaning. His response was grunting, and thrusting his hips onto me faster. "Don't do that Harry.." He said into my ear, making me realize he was only getting turned on because of the way I was moaning his name.

"I can't help it Louuuu," I moaned whispering. We continued to thrust fast on each other, throwing my head back ever so often. Growing and growing frustration, my dick was painfully hard.

With this I couldn't help it anymore. I need to touch myself. Desperately I removed my hands from Louis, "Lou..I need to.." I looked up to him, his face was completely red. "Oh yeah..sor..sorry about that.." "yeah..um..you can do that.." He said removing himself from my lap, his hard on clearly seen through his grey sweatpants.

What was I supposed to do..? Was I supposed to excuse myself to the washroom..? Did he want to help me..? Did he want to get off by watching me? What the hell was I supposed to do?

I could not get up, in frustration I quickly unbuttoned my jeans sliding my hand down my pants and started jerking myself off. Throwing my head back in pleasure and panting, picking up speed, I heard Louis clearing his throat, as I looked over to him.