Larry smut

pits of desire

⚠️by 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 on ao3

⚠️summary:

Where Harry and Louis mate and get to enjoy their newfound kink during Louis’ heat.

⚠️words: 2605

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“When did you know?”

Harry hears Louis’ voice, he does, but it’s more in the back of his head at the moment. It’s hard to focus on anything Louis has to say when Harry is in the middle of licking the sweat from Louis’ groin. 

With one thumb, he’s holding Louis’ small cock out of the way, his other hand gripping Louis’ leg that’s over his shoulder. 

He sticks his tongue out to lick up Louis’ thigh crease but is interrupted, again. 

“Hey,” Louis tugs on his hair sharply, “pay attention to me when I indulge in your weird desires.”

Looking up with narrowed eyes, Harry says, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it too.”

“I asked you a question.”

Sighing, Harry drops his head against Louis’ belly and tries not to inhale too much of his scent. He’ll never get around to having a conversation if he focuses to much on this smell. 

“When did I know what?”

“That you like my sweat? The smell of it,” Louis elaborates. 

Harry lets his tongue dart out to lick a drop he sees, making its way closer to Louis’ cock. “Like the taste of it too.”

Rolling his eyes, Louis tries to stifle a smile. “When?” 

“Wasn't long before that first time you let me lick you. Maybe two weeks or something before that,” Harry says, chin resting on Louis’ stomach. This position feels oddly similar to the one when he first had Louis in this way. “It was the first time I was home when you got back from your run.”

Louis combs his fingers through Harry’s hair, looking fondly down at the alpha. “Still can’t believe I ended up liking it. I think sometimes we’re too good together.”

Eyes snapping open — after having fallen shut due to Louis’ soft touches — Harry glares. “Too good together implies that something is wrong. We are not wrong. You belong with me.”

As if to claim him, Harry bites down on the bit of pudge on his stomach. Louis gasps above him. “I didn’t say I belonged anywhere else.”

Harry stands up, his knees beginning to ache due to the hard floor. His hands stay on Louis’ waist. “The implication was enough. I didn’t like it.”

Giggling, the omega wraps his arms around Harry’s neck. “You’re taking it the wrong way, Alpha. Us being too good together simply means I would never want to be with anyone else.”

Harry can’t help but think that too often means that something is overwhelming. Too much. And while he’s never had any big insecurities in his relationship with Louis, he can’t help but worry more as the days go on.