Larry smut

Hey Angel

⚠️by 𝙡𝙫𝙧𝙧𝙮 on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry is desperately afraid of losing Louis. Louis is fed up. They have a huge fight, leaving Harry feeling unwanted. Amazing sex follows.

porn w plot (smut at the end)

⚠️words: 4445

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With limbs draped over his waist, Harry was content. He could rest easy, he could hear the even breathing of the man asleep behind him and it would help carry him to sleep like a mother singing her newborn child a lullaby. He could finally breathe. Harry could finally stop worrying about when the older man would be home, he could stop worrying if he'd ever come home- all his fears had been forgotten when Louis fucked him so hard into their mattress and Harry could barely find the energy to pull the blanket over him.

Harry knew the fears were unjust but he had never been so deeply in love with anything. Louis had been Harry's rock for two years now, Louis brought Harry to life, turned a boy into a man, showed him what it was like to live. Harry was so afraid to be without Louis, the older man couldn't be more than twenty minutes late without coming home to Harry's accusations of infidelity and a screaming match that usually ended with Harry sobbing to the point that he'd be clinging to the older mans shirt, unable to breathe from the sobs being ripped from his chest.

In this moment, Harry was just himself- he wasn't clingy or needy, he was just content listening to Louis breathe because it meant his love was there. It was nearly two am and Harry was so exhausted from the hour he spent with Louis slamming into him so hard that Harry didn't think he'd be able to walk in the morning, but he was fighting sleep just to listen to the older man breathe.

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“Wake up, love.” Louis was rubbing gentle circles into Harry's chest, “It's half past two, wake up.” Harry grumbled and rolled over, pulling the pillow over his face but he heard Louis laugh and his heart fluttered.

“Wake up, sleepy head. You can't sleep the day away.”

“M sore” Harry mumbled into the pillow, his bruised backside was exposed once Louis pulled the duvet off of him. “I can't, too sore.” he complained again, shaking his head.

“It can't be that bad, baby. Get up. You need to shower and we have to clean up for tonight.” Louis pressed a gentle kiss against his boyfriend's spine and smoothed his hair. “I'll blow you in the shower.” Louis promised.

“Not that bad? You're too aggressive.” Harry scowled, rolling over to look at Louis.

“You weren't complaining last night. In fact, I can remember you begging me not to stop and then coming untouched.” This made Harry blush a deep shade of red, and he threw the pillow at Louis and told him to shut up before sitting up and groaning as he stood.

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Louis was soon on his knees in their large shower, Harry's long fingers tugging on his hair. He didn't last very long because Louis’ mouth was heaven and just looking at him down on his knees made Harry want to explode.

-

At about four thirty, Louis told Harry he was going to grab a case of beer and a few bottles of wine for the small party they were throwing and he could tell by the look on his face that Harry was going to think he was lying.

“Harry, please. I'm just going to get drinks. I won't even be thirty minutes. I don't want to fight.” Louis said, watching Harry pull a pair of black jeans on and a large jumper. Harry was silent but Louis could see the hurt on his face.