The Night is Changing Overhead- Larry

It's Not Just All Physical

Before Louis Tomlinson, Harry never thought that he had an exhibition kink. Sure, he had plenty of other kinks, some that were probably a bit more unorthodox than public sex, but still. He was adding exhibitionism to his repertoire.

It started when Louis picked Harry up from Niall's apartment and then drove them back to Louis' place. They hadn't seen each other in three days and Harry was past the point of feeling sexually frustrated. Given, three days wasn't a long time by any means. But, it was long enough for Harry feel the need to reach over the center counsel and rub the back of his knuckles against Louis' groin.

"Harry," Louis warned as his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"What?" Harry innocently asked, pressing firmly against Louis' semi.

Louis looked over with a pointed look, "You know exactly what."

Harry shrugged and kept up the ministrations of his fingers. He was biting at his bottom lip as he watched the way Louis' joggers tightened against his length. Turning to his side so he had a better reach, Harry started to thumb at Louis' waistband.

"Fuck, Harry," Louis whined once Harry slipped his palm underneath the fabric. Harry made a small pleased noise as he realized that Louis wasn't wearing a pair of briefs. His thumb traced over the head so he could spread the precome down Louis' shaft.

"So sensitive," Harry commented in awe, watching Louis' hips twitch as Harry brushed against his balls. Harry cupped them in his hand and pressed his thumb against where they met the base of Louis' cock.

"Harry-fuck...we're almost back. Just wait a-ah shit, second," Louis panted as he pulled into the parking garage under his building.

"No," Harry simply stated. He loosely made a fist around Louis' cock and slowly started to jerk him off.

Somehow, Louis made it back to his parking spot without crashing the car. He put the car in park and Harry's eyes darted back and forth from Louis' face and where his hand was in Louis' joggers.

"Alright," Louis huffed and then pulled Harry's hand out. He unbuckled his seatbelt and then got out of the car, Harry quickly following suit.

Harry went to walk to the elevator but Louis had rounded the front of the car and was pushing Harry backwards, "Oh, no you don't." He pulled open the door to the backseat and shoved Harry in.

"Shit," Harry breathed once his back hit the seat, Louis immediately settling on his lap. Louis pulled his shirt over his head and Harry's fingers quickly began to run over the expanse of his chest and down so the soft curves of Louis' hips.

Louis watched Harry with wide eyes as he slipped his index finger into Harry's mouth. Harry enthusiastically sucked on the digit. "You're just gagging for it, aren't you?" Louis more so stated than asked. "Anyone in my building could walk by and see you like this," He continued, slowly withdrawing his finger and then wiping the trail of spit down Harry's chin and to his Adam's apple.

Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he concentrated on the pressure of Louis' finger against his throat. "Harder," Harry mumbled.

"Hmm? What was that?" Louis asked as he wrapped his hand around the front of Harry's throat. It was obvious that Louis had heard Harry but apparently, he was trying to keep Harry talking.

"Choke me," Harry said, his eyes opening and adjusting on Louis above him.

"Tap my thigh if it's too much," Louis seriously instructed. Harry was already nodding along, his coherency slowly drifting away to a place where everything was centered on the relationship between lust and pain.