Quiet, Darling

Chapter 21

A/N: Hey guys :) I really gotta stop making promises of when I'm going to update because I'm too busy to give myself deadlines lol, but here you go! Enjoy! Also, I saw Harry at his Philly show and he was absolutely amazing!! I'll be attending Harryween both nights. Lmk if you are too! Enjoy the chapter :)

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Today was the day. Louis' birthday. What woke him up was the loud ring of his phone at 12:00 in the morning on the dot. He groaned as he answered it without looking at the caller ID... He already had an idea of who it was.

"Hello?" He said, his eyes still shut.

"Happy birthday! I love you!" Harry whisper yelled to not wake the whole neighborhood up. Louis rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. He sat up in bed.

"Thanks, Harry,"

"Did I beat everyone? Was I the first to say happy birthday?" Louis couldn't help but laugh a little at Harry's excitement. 

"Yes, darling. Thank you-" He was cut off from the doorbell ringing and a giggle from Harry following. Louis raised his eyebrow, getting out of bed. He had a slight feeling... He got up from bed wearing only a pair of sweatpants. His hair was a bit frazzled, but he didn't care. He opened the front door, immediately arms being thrown around his neck.

"Happy birthday Lou!" Harry said quite loudly. Louis' first instinct was to hug Harry back, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of his curly head.

"What are you doing here?" Louis asked softly. He let go of the hug and cupped the younger boy's face.

"Well, I figured if we couldn't see each other later, that we could see each other this morning instead," Louis just smiled and pulled Harry's lips to his, smiling into the kiss. He pulled Harry into the house, shutting and locking the door behind them. He pulled away from the kiss, earning a small whine from Harry's lips. 

"Upstairs," Was all he said as he quietly guide Harry to his bedroom. Suddenly, Harry took slight control and gently guided Louis to sit on the bed. He pressed his lips back to his a bit rougher this time, and sat on the older man's lap. Louis let out a slight moan as Harry rubbed against his crotch. He took Harry's bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it. Harry ran his hands through Louis' hair, tugging on it. Harry rocked his hips, the friction making the both of them harder than they already were. Harry suddenly pulled away from the kiss to stand up. "Gonna strip for me, baby?" Louis asked. Harry didn't even respond before he took his clothes off, leaving his panties for last. Louis looked up him and down. "Panties too, baby boy," Harry slowly slid his panties off, immediately getting on his knees in front of Louis' legs. He took his small hands and slid Louis' sweatpants off, underwear coming next. Without a word, he took Louis' cock in his mouth.  Aloud moan left Louis' mouth as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, hand gripping Harry's curls to guide him on his dick. "Shit baby,"

Harry put his whole length in his mouth, gagging slightly on it. He kept going, Louis' moans encouraging him to keep going. Harry pulled back to breathe and went right back to pleasing Louis. Louis pulled Harry off of him before he came, forcing Harry on his lap.

"I want you to ride me," Louis took one finger and pressed it inside Harry's hole, causing the younger boy to squeeze his eyes shut and a soft moan to leave his lips. With his free hand, Louis grabbed Harry's chin, forcing his lips to meet his own. He continued to finger the boy, adding another finger and then a third. Harry was a whimpering mess. Louis stopped fingering him and replaced his finger with his cock, Harry sliding down slowly with ease. 

"Oh fuck," Harry whimpered as he sat fully on Louis' lap, taking a second to adjust to his size. 

"C'mon Harry, be a good boy for me and fuck yourself on me," Harry started to bounce up and down, hitting his prostate with every hit. He got faster the more it felt good. He didn't want to stop. He held onto Louis' shoulders to keep him upright. Louis saw he was struggling a bit and helped out by fucking up into his boy. The sound of skin slapping against one another encouraged them to keep going. The room was hot, sweat shiny against their skin.