Love is War (L.S.)

24

It's frantic and rough from the get go. Hands feeling everywhere the minute they get back to Louis' hotel and the door is thrown open. No one even bothers to reach for the light, forgoing everything in favor of each other. 

They waste no time tearing off clothes and falling in bed together. Louis gets Harry on his back and starts running his fingers over every crevice, every spot he's always wanted to touch but neglected at some point or other and Harry simply lies there, looking up at him in that way he always does when they get like this. Louis' straddling the other man, completely naked, and when Harry starts to squirm under all the attention and buck up slightly, he practically sees stars. Louis ruts down in response once but moves downward after so that their groins aren't aligned anymore. Harry lets out a delicious whine in response but Louis ignores him in favor of running his fingers over his thighs, his knees, the birth mark by his ankle. He kisses a trail up from the inside of his left thigh to his v - line and Harry just shivers under him, unaccustomed to being appreciated for those parts of him. 

Louis' fingers skim his sides and trace the baby hairs that trail down his belly. Harry's just so - he's a work of art is the thing, even when they're in the semi - darkness like this. He's still beautiful.

Louis rubs his thighs again and carefully brings a couple fingers to tease at Harry's entrance, just dragging them over the dry opening and Harry practically purrs. It's incredible the way he's so submissive to everything Louis does lately. Louis reaches over to the bedside table and pulls a small bottle of lube out of the top drawer. He coats his fingers with it, and then brings them back to Harry's opening. He feels along the outside and then easily slips one finger inside his hot walls. Harry immediately arches under him and it's the most amazing thing Louis has ever seen. He starts moving his finger slowly in and out, getting familiar with the feeling as he crawls forward so that he can hover over the sweat shined man.

He pushes a few of Harry's stray hairs off his forehead and drops a hot kiss there as he adds another finger without waiting for him to adjust. Harry's mouth drops open and he keeps staring  up at Louis with his wide, blown pupils. Always loves the eye contact regardless of if they're in the bedroom or not. 

Louis drags his other hand away from Harry's hair then and down to his chest. He idles a bit by running his fingers over the faint hairs that occupy the space and then he times the exact moment when he presses a thumb down on Harry's nipple, with the moment he crooks his fingers and grazes his prostate. Harry moans loudly right away, and the sound makes Louis feel all fuzzy inside.

He moves his fingers faster, aiming for his spot until Harry is a panting mess below him; red faced and glassy eyed as he bucks up without shame each time Louis crooks his fingers. Louis ducks his head then and starts pressing kisses and small bites to Harry's neck. For each harsh bite that causes Harry to groan and throw his head back, a wet kiss is placed almost as an apology. 

His fingers don't stop moving and Harry starts getting more flustered - Louis can feel it in the way he's unable to keep still, in the way he brings his hands up and starts touching every part of Louis he can find, only letting go of him at times to twist his fingers in the sheets.

"Lou," Harry whines when Louis bites down particularly hard. The word is followed by another moan and it's out of Louis' control when he moves his body closer to Harry and grinds down against his side, allowing his hardening cock to rut against his hipbone. It's so good and yet not good enough. Louis crooks his fingers again and Harry cries out louder than before. Harry moves his right hand to his dick and starts pumping violently but Louis quickly bats his hand away.

"No touching," he murmurs as he kisses along his jawline and then starts to nibble at his throat.

Harry whines again and Louis notices how he's actually shaking at this point. He adds a third finger without warning and the sound Harry makes is better than anything he's every heard. The other man arches yet again, snapping his hips up as he chases some invisible friction. He looks over at Louis with pleading eyes and Louis simply smirks in response.