'Cause I Can Love You More Than Stan

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Harry licks his lips like a ravenous animal. He wants to feel Louis' body heat so eagerly. He wants Louis' tongue to be filthily licking around in his mouth. Harry wanted Louis' skillful fingers up his arse. He hadn't had a proper smash with him in weeks. Harry needed it. Now.

"I feel pretty fucking weird that we're about to do this in my best mate's bed." Louis' says, only partly caring.

"I don't mind. Hope he won't either." Harry remarks, trying to stray Louis away from having second thoughts. He needs his boner to be fixed.

Louis grabs Harry dominantly by the wrist and leads him over to the bed. Harry has a smirk, like the devil getting exactly what he wanted. He groans out loud with pleasure.

"Jesus, how horny are you?" Louis cups his hand around the crotch of Harry's skinny trousers. He feels his hard, solid cock.

"So horny... p-please touch me already." Harry's voice breaks as he practically begs.

"Since you said please, little whore, you're gonna get it." He whispers hotly into Harry's ear. Harry shivers at his filthy words. He quickly moves his fingers down to his belt buckle but struggles to get it undone. Louis slaps his hands away and has an "I got this" kind of look.

"Let the big boy do it." Louis effortlessly removes the belt, unzips the trousers, and pulls down the boxers. Harry's cock springs out. While Louis does this, Harry rips of his crewneck.

Harry's good-sized dick is erect and Louis looks down at it while he hastily peels off his own clothing. He was semi-hard at this point, after seeing how turned on he made Harry.

"What if I left you untouched and made you give me a blowjob?" He mischievously teases and smirks. He knew it was a cruel joke but he couldn't help himself from saying it. Anyone that knows Louis is aware that he has no filter whatsoever.

"No! Louis get your hands on me!" He begins to act like a toddler. Louis gapes at Harry making Harry feel embarrassed. "I-I'll give you a blowjob, please just-"

Louis is so convinced by Harry's whiney behavior and decides not to tease him. Besides, Harry had been feeling down and he pitied him.

Louis pushes Harry down so that he's sitting on the foot of Stan's bed, and forces his thighs apart. Louis bends over, props himself up with his elbows, and dips his head down.

He opens his mouth onto Harry's dick. Harry throws his head back when he feels the wet inside of Louis' mouth enveloping his length.

"Oh fuck Lou, thank y-"

"Thank you?" Louis thinks to himself, smiling at how dumb Harry is. So dumbly cute. So fuckable.

He gets tingles up and down his spine as Louis rhythmically sucks him off, increasing his speed by the second. Louis loved pleasuring Harry. It was his greatest skill and favorite hobby. Harry kneads his hands into the cold bedsheets.

Louis keeps sucking harder and further down, forcing himself from gagging when the tip hits the back of his throat. He gazes up at Harry with bedroom eyes, a pretty shade of blue.

He continues and works around the base of his cock. He nips at his balls causing Harry's hips to buck up. He shoves his hips back onto the bed dominantly.

He licks a stripe up the side of his cock and swirls his tongue on the head. Harry loves when Louis does that.

"Louuuuuu! LEWIS." He screams. Louis continues, this time more rapidly and aggressively.

Harry loses control of his senses and jerks his legs up. Louis releases the dick from his mouth.

"You want this or not?"

Harry nods very quickly.

"Words." Louis simply demands.

"I want it. I need it. And, I think I deserve it." Harry replies, very confidently and sex driven.

Louis snickers at his words, "How could I resist you, sassy pants."

Louis finishes the blowjob, awarded by Harry's throaty moans.

He gets on the bed and lays atop Harry. Their sweaty nude bodies sticking to each other. Harry automatically hooks his legs around Louis' fit torso. They sloppily start kissing each other's lips. Louis grinds onto Harry's hips, making him whimper into his mouth.

"Fuck - I - love - you." Louis lets out in the midst of the messy kissing. He wishes he didn't love Harry, because he'll have you know that Harry is a piece of work. He was consumed by him when it came to almost everything. Sometimes, Louis needed to turn the tables and consume Harry. All of this was how he did that. He ate Harry.

Louis breaks the kiss and asks, "I think your bum wants attention. You agree?"

"Yes!" Harry pleads.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... please?"

"Mmm- please who?"

"Daddy. Please, daddy?

Louis smirks with satisfaction. "You're so good. Always have been." He winks and proceeds to flip Harry onto his stomach and his cute little bottom is on full display.

He slaps across one of the pale asscheeks and Harry winces and clenches his toes inward. Louis kneads and grips into Harry's soft flesh, up and down his thighs and ass. He stretches across the bed, reaching his arms out to pull open Stan's nightstand drawer. He shuffles around in it until he feels a small bottle and a foil-like wrapper. Assuming they're the things he needs, Louis takes them and lays them on the bed.

He looks down at pretty Harry. He has goosebumps and is slightly shivering.

"Haz, are you cold?" Louis asks curiously.

He nods, his head buried in the sheets. Louis rubs his scrawny hands up Harry's thighs and grasps around his small waist circling it with his thumbs. Harry shivers again, but this time from pleasure.

He places sweet kisses ascending the knobs on the younger boy's spine. Traveling back down his spine, he reaches Harry's asscheeks, spreads them and laps his tongue over his hole. Harry gives out a muffled low moan as Louis repeatedly does the action.

"You like that, don't you?