Larry smut

making a splash

⚠️by 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙨 on ao3

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“You want this?” Harry muses, fisting his cock as he drags his hand lazily up his thick length. Louis eyes the motion and nods his head absentmindedly. “You want to show everyone at this beach how much of a slut you are for Daddy’s cock?”

“M‘your slut,” Louis immediately replies, inching closer, inching closer with his eyes glued on Harry’s glistening cock, precome shining under the sun as it dribbles out his slit.

Harry grins widely and stops the movement of his hand to grip himself at the base again, pushing Louis’ head down. “Show everyone how much of a slut you are.”

or inspired by louis looking like haydée politoff, harry fucks louis on a gay nude beach

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“Nervous?”

Louis turns his head away from the scenery whipping by as they drive to look at Harry, a concerned crease between his eyebrows and a slight frown. Harry only looks at him for a second longer before his gaze returns back to the road, one hand on the steering wheel.

“A little,” Louis mumbles, bringing his knees together and hunching his shoulders as he shoves his hands together in his lap as if that would squash the nerves in the pit of his stomach.

Harry coos and reaches a hand over to squeeze his thigh, his thumb drawing reassuring circles over his white trousers. “We don’t have to go,” Harry says, peeking over at Louis and offering a small smile. “I can turn around and go back home.”

The thought of going back home sends a loop through Louis’ already anxious stomach. He knows how much Harry wants to go to the nude beach, evident from how he couldn’t stop talking about it. Even this morning when he fucked Louis with just his fingers, he kept whispering how he couldn’t wait to see Louis make a mess on the beach in front of people to see. The plug shifts inside him when Louis squirms, a reminder of the morning.

“No,” Louis shakes his head, placing his hand over Harry’s to play with the rings there. “Just a little nervous.”

Harry strokes his thigh and hums. “We don’t have to take our clothes off,” Harry says. “We can just play in the water and sand like any other beach day.”

“Because any other beach day is surrounded by nude people?”

A soft chuckle falls out of Harry’s mouth as he squeezes his thigh again. “Just saying, baby. Not everyone will be nude either, you know. It’s a nude beach, but they’re not forcing you to be naked,” Harry explains. He takes Louis’ hand and raises it to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of his palm. “Wouldn’t do that to you.”

Louis smiles and relaxes into his seat as The Beach Boys blare over the speakers and cool wind breezes through the open window, the smell of the ocean getting stronger as they near the beach. He’s happy that Harry did pick a nude beach where being nude isn’t a rule so if Louis got too nervous, they could easily have a beach day, except with nude people surrounding them.

They’ve fucked in every place he could imagine: a bathroom stall in a club, an alley behind a restaurant, a window in a hotel. It sends a surge of excitement through Louis of almost getting caught and people seeing him stuffed full of Harry’s cock, getting fucked so hard he’s nothing but a whimpering mess. It’s different now that they’re going to actually do it in public, make that conscious choice of having people see and watch what they do.