Larry smut

Yes, please!

⚠️by 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry and Louis have been seeing each other for a while, mostly for sex. Today, Harry finds out Louis is a minor, but he can't really say no to such a beautiful boy.

⚠️words: 3943

🤚🏼my thoughts: good smut but the wording at some moments might feel a little bit weird (if you don't wanna see them calling each other dogs then stop here). but at the end I still had to cross my legs ladies so I think it's fine😼

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Harry looked at the time on his watch and leaned back against the brick wall, an enormous clock sitting over the shopping center, slowly ticking the seconds away only to remind him that Louis was late again. Almost an entire hour late and it was beginning to worry him considering they’d decided to meet around six o’clock for dinner. And because Louis was late so often, maybe he decided to bail this time, he was sure of it. Then again, he’s always sure if it.

 They've been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Met on an online dating website where Louis had said he was a college student and Harry, a CEO in his thirties of a fairly successful company who was in need of company. He just didn’t have the time for a conventional relationship, yet here he was, waiting like a loyal dog for a boy he hardly knew.

 Everything just seemed to be going wonderfully, for him at least. They'd meet at a specific place and at a specific time, usually on a public outing for a small date where Harry would gladly buy Louis anything he might like or need if they weren't just eating or watching a film. What he liked most, of course, was that every single time they met, they'd go back to a hotel so they could fuck and he’d listen to the boy talk about his day and he didn’t have to worry about the knots in his neck that work always seemed to cause. What if Louis had grown tired of him? Bored. Young men get bored easily. He’ll find another man, someone younger. Someone who isn’t plagued by the need to hold himself up to social standings and political burdens.

 The thought really just crashes his mood imensely and he finds himself sighing dejectedly, eyes boring holes idown at his black shoes. Maybe he's in too deep, got himself caught up in feelings that weren't supposed to bud out in the first place, but how was he supposed to help it? Harry truly likes Louis and his carefree, demanding, and kind personality... yet all they ever really do is something almost like prostitution now that he takes the time and thinks about it. He buys him things, then they fuck. Fuck that's really not good.

 He was beginning to spiral even further down an abyss when a pair of dark vans stepped in front of his line of sight, slowly lifting his gaze to familiar frail ankles and thick thighs and narrow shoulders. Louis was smiling back at him with the sweetest grin on his face, eyes crinkled up at the corners and everything is fine again.

 Louis is the embodiment of sunshine and beauty and sin and lust. He's so lovely and- he’s wearing a high schoolers uniform?

 “Louis!” Harry decides to ignore that for now and stands up straight. His day immediately looks clearer and Louis must have his reasons so he doesn't question it. Yet.

 “Good. You waited for me.” Louis leans in to give his cheek a kiss before twirling around and stepping away from him. The small gesture is enough to send Harry's heart fluttering in a way he didn’t think it could anymore. “Come on! Let’s go do something fun!”