Larry smut

When the World Turns Ugly, I Just Turn and Look at You. (pt.2)

⚠️by 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧24 on ao3

⚠️summary:

The one where Louis decides to give a little bit to his favorite boy.
Title from 'This is How We Roll' by Florida-Georgia Line ft. Luke Bryan.

⚠️words: 5657

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Louis pulled up two houses down from Harry's house, as usual, and pulled out his phone. He knew it was more 'popular' to just send Harry a text, but he didn't like waiting to know whether or not Harry knew he was there immediately. When he wanted Harry, he wanted him then and there.

Instead, he called Harry while he let his car idle in front of the Dehns' house, a lovely family of six - three ginger sons and one sweet, kind blonde daughter, the same age as Harry - and waited for Harry to pick up.

"Hello?" Harry finally answered, sounding out of breath.

"Good afternoon, darling," Louis said casually into his phone, smiling at his steering wheel. It was okay. Harry wasn't there to see his sappy smile.

"Oh! Hi," Harry said. "Are you outside?"

"That I am," Louis answered.

"Okay, I'll be right out," Harry said, and the line went dead abruptly.

Louis sighed once the line went dead, shaking his head. Harry had been getting increasingly upset with Louis over the past few months over Louis' rule that they don't give each other orgasms until Harry turned eighteen. It had only been a few months - four, if Louis was doing the math correctly - but Harry was growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of sex. They'd had their first actual fight a few days ago over sex, ending with Harry actually walking out and not answering Louis' calls for the rest of the night when Louis went too far and told Harry he wasn't interested in having sex with a minor. It had been an outright lie, of course - Louis was dying to sleep with Harry, even though he had his reasons for wanting Harry to be eighteen before they had sex - but Harry hadn't been able to see that. He'd told Louis to fuck off, saying that it seemed like Louis loved the fact that Harry was so young every other second of the day, and left.

Louis knew Harry was getting frustrated. He was a seventeen-year-old boy, and he'd done sexual stuff before he met Louis - so he already had a taste for it - so it wasn't exactly like sex wasn't on his mind every second of the day. Knowing this, Louis had just steered clear of it all, even trying to touch Harry in innocent ways and giving Harry the vibrator and giving him guidelines for it, hoping it would satisfy his needs, and he had Harry bring it to the house on weekends to reward him when they played. Harry wasn't lacking in orgasms, but he was getting frustrated and it was increasingly harder for Louis to remember why he had to stick to his guns - for the America trip Harry didn't know about yet. Louis could easily admit to himself that he wanted to fuck Harry so loud the whole street would know whose he was - he just had a goal.

Harry had been so good, was the thing. He'd been good for months. Louis had been incredibly cautious, when he picked him up at the BDSM club. Harry had seemed so overwhelmed, so emotional, honestly, and Louis' had quite a few subs in his time - he started just barely older than Harry, after all - but he'd never had someone so inexperienced and young. Still, looking at Harry, Louis had been unable to imagine someone else in the club Domming him and hurting him, taking advantage of him or just making honest mistakes, overestimating Harry's knowledge or abilities. Just a few moments in Harry's company had made Louis feel protective and, honestly, honor-bound to educate him.