Larry smut one shots

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Louis POV.
Louis is working in a tattoo shop in London and Harry walks in looking to get a butterfly tattoo on his stomach.
Although he doesn't make it through the tattoo, his pain kink gets in the way....

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It's 11pm already so nearly time to close up. It's been fairly quite this evening at the shop so hopefully he doesn't have anymore customers to deal with as he really wants to get home.

He's the only one left in the store and the rain pounds on the windows, the stench of rain creeping up his nostrils.

He's about to doze off, when the bell rings, the door flying open.

A tall, lanky boy walks in, drenched from head to toe, his piercing green eyes staring back at him.
His shoulder length hair drips with rain water, attached to his soden face.

Louis stares right at him, unable to form a sentence, the beautiful boy before him turning him into a nervous reck.

"Umm...hiya" The boy murmurs.

"Do you still have time to do a quick tattoo?" He continues, his voice deep and gravily.

"Yes, what are you looking for?" I say, a sudden quietness in my voice.

"Uh..." he stutters, nervousness creeping into his voice, "I was thinking a butterfly... on my stomach..."

"Okay!" Louis replies a little to enthusiastically.

"Follow me." He continues.

Louis walks round the back, leading the taller boy to the next room.  "Take a seat" he says.

The  boy sits down, his nerves becoming increasingly obvious.

"So... what's your name?"

"I'm Harry. Harry styles"

"Louis," I replied, giving him a slight smile. "So how big are you planning on having it?"

Harry undoes his button down shirt, my eyes fixated on his body, unable to take the off for a second. His muscles well-defined, his body taught and angular.
My mouth opens at the beauty in-front of me as I try to keep myself together, feeling my length already hardening...

He smirks as I look for just a little too long. He coughs, interrupting my trance.

"Um. Sorry" I blurt, my face reddening.

"S'fine" he murmurs, a slight grin on his face.
I grab some wipes, cleaning the area I'm about to tattoo. His body jumps as the cold touches his body, and he grabs the side of the chair, his face becoming uncomfortably nervous.

"Are your ready?" I question, with the tattoo gun in my one hand and the other stabilising his abdomen.
"Uh...y-yeah" he stutters obvious discomfort already forming on his lips.

I turn the gun on starting the butterfly outline, his face scrunches into a mixture of pain and pleasure.
His hands grab the sides, his teeth lodging into his bottom lip.

As I carry on, the pain on his face slowly contorts to pleasure, as he quietly fights of a moan from slipping his lips.

As I carry on with the tattoo, my hand steady, used to doing this now for years, I slowly realise that a large tent has formed around his length. He was hard?

Does he have a pain kink?

Who knows... I question stopping but decide to carry on not really knowing what to do.

Harry becomes more and more uncomfortable as his length gets harder and angrier, precum starting to leak from him, making his underwear damp.
He begins to squirm, not sure if he'll make it through.

He looks down to Louis seeing he's only finished the outline. The pain felt so good, mixed with his raging attraction to the man in-front of him. His curves defined in the white shirt and blue skinny jeans he wore, the doodles of tattoos littering his arms.
Harry again bit back a moan as the needle traced his stomach, his head thrown back in pleasure.
Louis became increasingly suspicious as the bulge in Harry's underwear grew, slowly pressing against him as he sat there, trying to souly focus on the tattoo and not the fully aroused boy in-front of him, whose pressure he'd so much like to remove.

Louis smirked to him self, oh how he would have loved to have that dick in His mouth.

Harry's hand crept towards Louis' steadying him as the pressure on his length became increasingly worse.

As Louis felt Harry's hand brush his, he stopped, wondering if he should continue.

He looked at Harry, their eyes meeting both of them knowing what's coming.

Suddenly, in a moment of weakness, their lips crash together, their bodies colliding in a hot rush.

Their lips find each other, their tongues intertwining in this sudden urgency.

The bulges in both their trousers become apparent, both of them smiling through the hot kisses.

Their tongues continue to smash together wondering through each other's mouths. Louis slowly runs his hand through Harry's long locks, pulling slightly causing a moan to slip out of his lips.

Louis smiles at the pleasure he has caused the boy in-front of him.

Harry begins to slip Louis' t-shirt off revealing his tanned toned body, that is just like his arms, littered in tattoos.

Louis then pulls down Harry's trousers, beginning to grind down onto the bulge that is now very obvious in his underwear. Harry moans in response, bitting his bottom lip, more precum leaking out of his tip, soaking his underwear. Harry unbuttons Louis jeans, both of them grinding on each other, trying to relieve some tension from their raging cocks, both of them smiling with pleasure, no words needed, both minds and bodies linked.

Louis begins to kiss Harrys neck, littering purple bruises all down his body as he nears his angry length. He kisses around the band of Harry's underwear, teasing him for as much as possible causing Harry to squirm and grunt in pain, a whine forming on his lips.

Louis finally pulls of his underwear relieving his red angry length, he rubs His hand up and down causing Harry to erupt with moans and sounds of pleasure.
He slowly takes Harry into his mouth, starting with the tip, slowly teasing him. He begins to seep throat him taking Harry's huge length to the back of his throat.

This again leaves Harry erupting in moans, grabbing Louis soft hair, causing Louis to moan in response. He begins to move his mouth back and forth, beginning to suck harder, and deeper, licking the underside, Harry's veins bulging from his red length.

Louis carry's on in streaky movements, touching himself in the process to relieve some kind of tension in his cock that became increasingly hard and painful.

Harry's face continued to contort, more and more moans slipping from his swollen lips.

I could tell he was close, each time I delved deeper, sucking his balls and licking up and down his length, leaving love bites all over his groin as he neared his climax, his face full of pleasure.

"Fuck. I-I'm gonna cum" Harry mumbles.
Louis moves faster, Harry's tip touching the back of his throat, Harry's increasing moans motivating Louis to go faster. Harry released in his mouth, warm cum filling Louis mouth as he swallows, the taste making him almost gag.

Harry falls back, weak from his high, his chest heaving up and down.

"How was that?" Louis mutters, his lips pink and swollen.

Harry smirks, "bloody fantastic."
"Mhm..." he replies.

"Your turn" Harry mumbles turning to the tent in Louis boxers, desire in his eyes.