Love is War (L.S.)

11

Just then, everything starts to feel a bit hazy when Louis watches as Styles tentatively reaches out one of his hands and grips Louis' arm, mimicking his hold on him.

Only he isn't pushing Louis away, he's pulling him closer.

Louis gulps and follows his movements, unsure of what will happen next but not entirely put off by the possibilities swarming in his brain.

His grip on the other man lessens enough for their chests to touch fully, and for Styles to bend down a bit so that his mouth is near Louis' ear. 

He feels his lips move before he even hears him speak.

"Take off your trousers," he whispers. 

And Louis is tugging at his own belt buckle before the sentence is even out. 

He harshly rips the belt away and starts unbuttoning and unzipping his black dress pants as Styles starts tugging at his hoodie. Louis lifts his hands to accommodate the impatient man before letting his trousers fall to his ankles. 

He makes quick work to get Styles undressed. He pulls fiercely at the man's blouse, bypassing the work of unbuttoning the shirt and simply ripping the offending material off his body.

He quickly unbuttons his trousers and slides them down his thighs. Louis simply ogles him for a moment. He stares at the tattoos that litter his body, he stares at the creamy complexion that looks good enough to eat, he stares at the lean muscles and the toned stomach and before he can say or do anything more, Styles harshly tugs him back into his body.

They collapse together against the wall in nothing but their boxers and Louis shuts his mind off immediately. 

He has to shut his mind off because before he can register what exactly is happening and before he can talk himself into pushing away from the other man and leaving the room, Styles is wrapping his arms securely around his waist and rolling his hips into his own.

Louis exhales sharply through his nose as he feels his cock swelling up in his boxers. He throws his own hands around Styles' neck and moves in impossibly closer, grinding back onto the other man.

"Fuck," Styles whispers hotly into his ear.

Louis repeats the motion, wanting to hear him react more. He rolls his hips, again and again, making each movement firmer than the last. He can feel Styles' cock, hard and erect, and it's driving him absolutely crazy. The other man buries his face in Louis' neck and is rutting needily against him, making soft little groans of frustration whenever Louis grinds back. His grip on Louis' waist is relentless and borderline painful but he doesn't mind and instead focuses on speeding up his movements. 

He grinds down harder against him, and he's done this before with other men. He has. But, for some reason, the feeling of their covered cocks moving against each other feels better than anything has in his entire life. Louis moves his fingers into Styles' long locks and tugs roughly. The action elicits a painfully beautiful moan from the other man, and Louis feels a little precome dribble out of his slit. He hisses before rutting back with more speed and less coordination.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good," Styles moans.

Louis nods in agreement because he can't really focus on the words of the other man, already feeling himself getting close. Styles is soon matching his rhythm and that on its own is almost too much for Louis to handle.

"Hmm, touch me please...fuck...please," Louis begs.

Styles pulls his head away from Louis' neck, their movements against each other never stopping. He stares at him briefly and Louis almost comes because the man looks wrecked even though they haven't been doing this for that long. His hair is all over the place, his eyes are glassy, and his lips are a dark shade of red from seemingly biting down on them.