'Cause I Can Love You More Than Stan

six

Louis' hands fly down to his zipper. He impatiently and hastily unzips his pants and yanks down his boxer briefs. Harry is watching the whole time. He looks down at Louis' slender cock and his stomach flips and he feels an ache in his own.

Louis is so pleasing to the eye. Harry loves when he wears his shortly cut underwear, made of black mesh and showing off all of his toned thigh. Louis catches him staring.

"Nothing is gonna happen if the pants aren't down babe." He suggests. Harry does as he says and carefully undresses, leaving his shirt on. Louis licks his lips and checks Harry out for a second. Harry has his hands folded behind his back, trying to resist the urge to touch himself.

"Mind taking your shirt off so I can see your nipples? I might want to suck those, pinch em a bit."

Louis is the only person that has ever made Harry feel this unbelievably turned on. And hot.

"Oh- yea, yea." He says. "Sorry... uh- sorry daddy."

That one word drove Louis over the edge, he grabbed the collar of the younger one's shirt and practically ripped it over his head. Harry stumbled a bit but fell into Louis' arms, both of them crashing against a wall with a thud.

In fact, the noise is so loud somebody from the crew on board knocks at the door. Louis and Harry stop in their tracks.

"Y-Yes?" Louis bursts out. Harry gulps and his body tenses up. Nobody can see them, but Harry, anyway, covers his nuts with his hands.

"Everything okay in there?" The crew member from the outside says.

Harry shoots Louis a frantic look, clearly wanting him to do all of the explaining.

"It's- yeah, we're good. I mean- I'm good." Louis says, completely naked and fondling one of nervous Harry's asscheeks.

"Okay. Wonderful. Enjoy the ride!" They walk away, Louis and Harry listening to their footsteps become less audible. Harry gulps and his body is tense.

"I will enjoy the ride. The train too I guess." Harry snickers. Louis forcefully pushes Harry onto his knees, Harry almost getting whiplash, and his head is directly below his protruding cock. He looks down at him and smirks. Harry gazes up at him with his lips parted, ready to the suck the soul out of Louis.

He was particularly excited to see how Louis was going to keep himself quiet. Usually he would tightly grab things around him or his body, or bite his lip until it was white. Both sometimes even.

"What a cheeky lad. Suck me." He grabs a fistful of Harry's curls and tugs it, leading Harry's desperate open mouth onto his unbearably painful erection. Harry whimpers submissively and begins to take in the cock up his throat and everywhere in his mouth.

Louis tosses his head back, biting his lip harder than ever. He shivered from the ease of his boner. Harry
hummed around him, getting into a rhythm.

Louis was impressed at how good Harry was getting at blowjobs. He didn't have a gag reflex much anymore. Harry's mum was surprised when he could drink a kale smoothie without gagging, but she never knew why. She has no idea how... close... Louis Tomlinson is to her son.

Because of Louis having more experience, he demonstrated on Harry's how to do every trick in the book. Harry also watched countless hours of porn in secrecy as a method of learning.

"Thats it, you're doing amazing Hare." Louis keeps guiding Harry up and down with his hands around the nape of his neck, fingers clenching into it. Harry lives for the praise he receives from him.

He is just entirely naked on his knees in front of Louis, using one of his ankles to stabilize himself.  "Bloody hell baby - you - look - perfect." Louis pants.

Harry swipes his tongue over the head and kisses it lightly. He really is proficient with his cock sucking. Louis with his free hand slaps Harry's asscheek swiftly. Harry chokes and his back arches.

"Fucking-" Harry doesn't even finish. He wiggles his ass around so that Louis slaps him again. And he does. A nice, firm, meaty slap. Harry groans lowly around his cock.

The train hits an irregularity on the rails and Louis' cock bumps up into Harry's throat. He takes it in like a champ, the muscles of his esophagus contracting around Louis length.

Louis comes in this moment, right into Harry's mouth. Harry let's go of his length and swallows the warm liquid. He had never swallowed it before. But, he liked the thought of Louis' bodily fluids being inside of his stomach. Louis watches him, satisfied and content. He licks the remaining cum off of Louis tip.

"You've never swallowed before." Louis smirks, pulling up his TopMan boxers and jeans.

"I'd like to do it more often. Tastes really nice." Harry says while putting all of his clothing back on too, but rushing to do it, in an attempt to spare from further embarrassment.

Once they are redressed, they kiss each other hungrily, Louis shoving his tongue around Harry's mouth. Harry moans into the kiss, holding himself steady by having an arm around Louis' waist. Louis devours Harry's lips, that is until Harry pulls away to gasp for air. He pants and his hairline is sweaty.

"You feel better Lou?" Harry says, casually wiping the sweat away with the front of his shirt.

"Mm." He softly replies.

Harry turns toward the mirror, and notices how disheveled his whole look is. He widens his eyes and frowns.

"You ashamed of people seeing what we did together?" Louis says, after noticing how long Harry was staring at himself.

"N-no... I just- I don't want people to judge." Harry's eyes dart to the tile floor.

"People will judge no matter what. You just brush it off and go on about life." Louis caresses Harry's cheek and gives it a little pinch. Harry sighs and falls into Louis' embrace. They snuggle into one another for a second until an old woman from outside the door pounds it with her cane.

"Get the hell out! I saw you BOTH go in there 15 damn minutes ago!" Her voice is full of wrath.

Louis moves aside his fringe and Harry combs his fingers through his hair. Louis braces himself a bit, opens the door, and sees the woman standing outside of it, eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on her face.

"S-sorry, ma'am um- I need assistance when I urinate because I have-" Harry starts.

"We had sex. Public sex. Move along now." Louis buts in and says blatantly.

The woman scoffs, shakes her head, and hobbles past them and into the restroom.

Harry giggles and throws an arm around Louis waist and squeezes him close.

"You're the funniest person ever, love you." He whispers to Louis.

"Love ya too." He whispers back.