Larry smut

This Heart is Heavier than the Bills in my Pocket

⚠️by an orphan_account on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry is 28, Louis is 18. They have office sex. That is all.

⚠️words: 2533

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Louis is bored.

He's been sat in Harry's office for, like, hours now. He's finished his studies, the second half of his novel, and played all the games on his phone at least twice. So, needless to say, he's bored.

And now, he's staring at Harry. His handsome, older boyfriend who's keying away at his computer. His eyebrows are knit in concentration and his lip is worried between his white teeth. He pauses to scratch his diamond-sharp jawline, his suit stretching around his biceps.

Louis sighs softly, peering at the older man through hooded eyes. He feels a coil in his stomach. Louis groans, wondering how he could get aroused just by watching the man scratch his jaw. Then he remembers he's an eighteen year old with a twenty-eight year old boyfriend and, yeah, he understands.

But he holds it in, he ignores the heat in his tummy. He continues to watch though. He watches the way Harry's muscles flex and how his long legs stretch under the large, expensive desk. Louis observes the way that Harry's fingers practically dance across the computer's keyboards.

Louis bites his lip, thinking about how amazing those fingers truly are. They're long and agile, always able to do amazing things to Louis. Whether they're squeezing bruises into the younger boy's hips or stretching out his tight hole, Louis can never get over the beautiful sensation that those fingers bring to him.

Harry then stands, and Louis is positive he's finally going to sit with him. It isn't until Harry walks the opposite way to the coffee cart and pours himself another mug that Louis realizes it isn't his time yet. Louis stares at Harry, who stretches out his long limbs.

Louis loves how tall Harry is. He's strong and broad and powerful. He can engulf Louis under him, fucking into him slowly. He can hold Louis' small figure up against a wall, scratching the boy's back against the wall as he's pounded into. In either position, he's the one in power. He's the one whose commanding Louis, and with this thought, the heated coil in Louis' tummy burns.

Louis shifts in the black leather couch, books slipping off of his lap. Harry looks up at the noise and smirks, shaking his head. Louis huffs before an idea pops into his mind. He stands up and turns his back to Harry, bending over to grab the books. He can feel Harry's eyes burning into his skin.

The thing is, Louis knows how sinful his body is. He can turn this big, powerful man into a cup of jelly in a moment's time. His hips can bring Harry to his knees and his ass can have Harry bowing down. Louis' not cocky, but he is quite proud.

So Louis puts his books back and turns to see Harry staring at him, hand clenched around the mug of coffee tightly. Harry's drags his pink lip between his teeth and with a raised eyebrow, he puts down the mug.

"Louis, babe, could you come here?" Harry asks quietly, locking eyes with Louis. Finally, Louis thinks, and he walks over to Harry slowly. He drops himself onto Harry's lap gently and leans forehead. Their lips brush teasingly and Louis giggles.

"Yes, Mr. Styles?" Louis asks in an innocent tone. Harry groans and reaches up to grip Louis' slim hips.

"I'm not very happy with you, Louis," Harry says sternly. His fingers dig into Louis' hips harder. Louis mewls softly, gyrating down onto Harry's cock. "Louis." Harry demands.