'Cause I Can Love You More Than Stan

three

Harry nods, face buried and squished into the sheets. Louis keeps swiping over his hole with his tongue, he's very skilled and used to this. He purposefully stops licking for a split second. Harry lets out a desperate whine. Without further hesitation, Louis plunges his tongue up into the heat.

Harry convulses his muscles up from how delightful it feels. Louis gets a surge of oxytocin which encourages him to get in there and be more rough with his tongue. Harry is like a sensitive puppy to him, but at the same time, he wants to destroy him, wreck him, and make his ass hurt for days on end.

Harry didn't care what Louis did, he was so far gone from caring. Yet he was too young to know he had everything. A caring boyfriend who fails sometimes, but always end ups proving himself in ways more than one and lots of love (also proved in more ways than one.)

Louis keeps pushing his tongue in further. He slips his small hand under Harry's hipbone. He feels around for his cock, which doesn't take long because it is rock hard, leaking too, and he wraps it around the base. Fuck, Louis loves everything happening.

Harry's eyes are wet and he's literally drooling onto the covers. Louis is too busy with his tongue to notice. He replaces it with two lubed fingers, slowly and forcefully breaching his arse. Harry bites his lip and his eyes roll back into his head. He is seriously sex obsessed, only ever getting the experience with Tomlinson. Louis uses one hand to fuck Harry's asshole and the other to grip and kneed his tender asscheek.

He always wondered how Harry kept them so soft. Harry grinds his meek little body against the bed synchronizing with Louis' thrusting. Louis lowers his head onto Harry's shoulder, and bites it sharply. He continues to finger fuck his tight ass while nipping and marking at his pale skin.

Harry looks as if someone used his skin to test lipstick. The once pale flesh now has fresh red bruises and they're all over his neck and shoulder blade. If his family knew what he got up to with Louis he would be forced to break up with him. He learned a few tricks with Gemma's makeup to cover up "love bites".

Harry coos softly, simply almost falling asleep to Louis' fingers slowly penetrating him. Louis notices Harry's sounds are dying down and his body has stopped grinding.

His voice sounds sleepy and slightly hoarse, "Lou, do you think you could fuck me and then we can go to bed?"

Louis glances over at the alarm clock on Stan's bedside table. It reads 2:54am. Sorry Stan, your sheets are going to be cum stained.

He nods smiling. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll definitely have some sweet dreams tonight."

Harry lifts his head up and looks sweetly at Louis behind him. Louis slides his pointer and middle out of the tightness that enclosed them. He meets Harry's eyes and smirks.

"Open your mouth."

Harry opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue like he's at some perverted doctor's clinic. Louis puts his fingers into his mouth and Harry closes his feminine lips around them and works his tongue over them. Louis smiles with satisfaction and feels his stomach churn. Was he aroused or was it just late?

Louis tries to take his fingers out of his warm mouth, Harry not letting go at first, causing him to pull Harry towards him and meeting him halfway with a gentle chaste kiss. No tongue. Just their lips touching softly.

They both get up from their previous position and Louis situates himself in the middle of the bed, back against the headboard, and his legs sprawled out. Harry climbs over and sits on his thighs. Their cocks rub together tenderly. Harry can see the precum dripping out of his slit.

He carefully strokes Louis' cock and gently rolls on the condom for him. He doesn't do things like his other half, who is very rough and dominant. Without taking his time, he hovers over Louis' length , and Louis inserts into his prepped hole. Harry lowers his body, hissing at the sensation. Louis moves his hips up and down at a moderate pace and slides his hands up Harry's small waist. He kneads his thumb in circles on his smooth skin.

"O-oh s-shit it feels so good." Harry starts moaning and throwing his head back.

"Faster, L-Lou!" He demands, his eyes closed tightly, curls bouncing over his forehead.

Louis' main goal was to make Harry cry and cum. It was a beautiful thing for him to see and hear.

"Shut up baby, I'll go more, you just look so fucking amazing."

Harry groans audibly from his words. He forces himself down further onto Louis.

Louis moans loudly; louder than Harry has heard him in a while. He grins and does it again. This time Louis' cock reaches his prostate and Harry bucks up.

"U-ugh... soon."

Louis knows exactly what this means. He lets out shy moans and fucks into Harry harder and faster. Harry's cheeks slap against Louis hipbone. Louis notices a polaroid camera on the bedside table. He grabs it as Harry's eyes are closed, dreaming away in Sextopia.

He wants to snap a photograph of Harry when he reaches his orgasm. He keeps thrusting in harder, his body is dripping sweat and his cock feels almost numb from the urge to ejaculate. He wants Harry to cum first of course, he always does.

Harry tries to get words out of his mouth but he can't, his load starts to shoot out. He looks directly into Louis' blue eyes and squeezes his tummy, digging his nails into it. Louis thinks it's the hottest thing in the world. You know what they say: take a picture, it'll last longer.

Louis takes the photo and Harry's cum lands on the lens. Oops. Shortly after, Louis spills and his body twitches. Harry has returned from his high, and he looks at Louis with curiosity.

"What, why? Why did you take a photo?"

"Because Harry, love, I want to see you filthy for me like that, whenever I want to." Louis says, voice full of lust

Harry goes red and starts fidgeting with his fingers.

"I-I love you Louis." He says in a very delicate and quiet tone.

"I love you too. More than anything. Do you want to see how gorgeous you are?

"I'm not, come on now." Harry says modestly.

"Tsk tsk.." Louis replies while rolling his eyes.

The polaroid is developed and you can see Harry's eyes rolled back, neck fully exposed, and lip tightly in between his teeth. His curls are laid perfectly around his face. Louis stares at it for several seconds until Harry pokes him.

"Wow I'm- wow. Look at you Hazz." Louis flips it around to show Harry. Harry turns away in bashfulness. He collapses onto Louis' chest and breaths over his face softly before connecting his lips with Louis. Louis moves his tongue into his mouth and cups his hands around Harry's face.

"That was really a night." Louis says after they've kissed lazily for minutes straight. Harry nods and sighs contently. He sucks on Louis' neck and Louis ties of his condom and tosses it somewhere in the room. Sorry Stan.

Harry cozies up against Louis' side and rests his head right above his heart. Louis combs his fingers through his curls and they both slowly drift off.

That is until Harry abruptly tries to start a conversation

"Lou?" He says yawning.