Larry smut

Make Me Scream

⚠️by 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙧 on ao3

⚠️summary:

It was a thrill to them both to try things they’d never thought they’d try before. Louis was hesitant to tell to Harry that for a long time, he’d been having this insatiable desire to be dominated.

Basically filthy smut. (It’s top!harry/bottom!louis but Louis is still dominant, if that makes sense.)

⚠️words: 2574

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He was on his knees at the head of the bed, naked, leaning forward on his forearms. There was silky cloth wrapped around his wrists and tied to one of the metal rails of the headboard, tethering him in place. Harry was behind him, stroking up and down his spine and admiring Louis’ position. “Babe, you look so good like this,” he said in a low voice. Louis’ breath was heavy with anticipation and nervousness, but his cock was hard and swinging between his legs with every small move he made. Louis glanced over his shoulder, shivering at the sight of Harry with a rubber flogger grasped firmly in his right hand.

It was a thrill to them both to try things they’d never thought they’d try before. Louis was hesitant to tell to Harry that for a long time, he’d been having this insatiable desire to be dominated. Louis craved pain; he needed the ache. He reveled in those fleeting moments in which Harry took control, rolling them over so that he was on top and kissing him hard. Louis didn’t think Harry could do more than that; he didn’t think Harry would be able to do to Louis what he really wanted him to do, which was pin him down and fuck him until he was screaming.. But now, the way Harry was looming over him with his bottom lip between his teeth, Louis thought that he looked perfectly capable and definitely willing.

Harry palmed the swell of Louis’ ass, lightly tickling him with the thick strands of the flogger. “Ready?”

Louis faced the wall, tensing up a bit under Harry’s touch. “Surprise me.” He felt Harry’s fingertips tracing his spine for a minute longer and then a sudden sting across his backside. He inhaled sharply at the shock, but it didn’t burn enough. The pain dulled too quickly and the pleasure didn’t last. “Yes,” he hissed. “Harder.”

The angry red marks on Louis’ skin disappeared gradually and it was then that Harry struck him again, harder this time so that a loud smack sounded in the quiet room. Louis lurched forward, making a high, quiet sound in his throat. “Harder,” he repeated forcefully.

“Harder?” Harry asked warily, rubbing his hands over the welts rising on Louis’ ass.

Louis was panting out of sheer excitement. He wanted it to burn; he wanted to feel the sting later on when the stream of water from the shower hit his skin. He nodded. “I need it to really hurt.”

Harry’s cock twitched at Louis’ words, but he hesitated, slightly worried about hurting Louis too much. But maybe that shouldn’t be a problem; Louis was practically begging for it, arching his back so his ass was sticking out even more.

“Please, babe,” Louis whined, gripping the small amount of sheets that he could grasp.

At Louis’ desperate request, Harry complied immediately. He brought his arm all the way up and over his head and snapped it down with so much force that the noise shocked him. He gasped, and Louis’ breath hitched in his throat.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, low in his chest. “Yeah, like that. Again.”

Harry did it again, and twice more without Louis having to prompt him. Louis made noises that made Harry dizzy; an extremely sexy combination of moans and hisses, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. Harry found himself chasing more of these reactions, striking him harder each time. He felt in control and that was turning him on more than he thought it ever would. When he stopped to rest his wrist and massage the harsh marks on Louis’ backside, he was so hard that he was literally prodding Louis in the back of his thigh.