Enemies with certain advantages - Unbelievers

Part 1 - Locker Room

"Fuck, you're tight," Louis groans.

"Oh, really? I thought this would be easy, considering I've never done this in my life before.", Harry breathily shoots back. "Fucking idiot."

"Are you going to shut up and let me fuck you?", Louis snaps. The hardwood floor is cold, but Harry's body is radiating heat from
every-fucking-where, and it's making Louis even more frustrated.

"Please, do go on." Harry rolls his eyes, but his scowl forms into a wince and the annoyed quirk, of in his mouth, disappears as it shapes into a tiny little 'oh' when Louis hardens his grip on Harry's hips, and pushes into his body roughly. "Shit!", he whines, and his hand goes to clutch at Louis' biceps and Louis has to go down to rest on his elbow at his side.

"Don't tell me it hurts, love," Louis says. "You're the one who insisted not to be on your knees."

"Oh, excuse me if I- uhh."
Harry's nails dig into Louis' skin as he bottoms out.

"Son of a motherfucking bitsch!", Louis swears, immediately slapping Harry's hand off.

"You're one to talk," Harry hisses, his lower leg wrapping over Louis' calf. "Anyway-", he gasps as Louis pulls out his dick and then slowly thrusts into him again. Harry's so unbearably tight, and the heat all around him almost make Louis dizzy. He leans himself in his elbow properly again m and breathes heavily, fingers clutching around Harry's angelic hips.

"You could've at least warned me, you asshole", Harry exhales, his grip around Louis' biceps slowly loosing.

"Sorry," Louis grits out, concentrating on slowly work in and out of Harry. "Now, what were you saying again?", he asks, as snarky as he can manage right now.

"Yes, uhm." Harry bites down on his lip hard and Louis can't help, but feel quite satisfied. He's rented his mortal enemy speechless. "I was saying that excuse me if I'd like to see the face of the person who's the first to ever slide his dick into me and fuck me."

"Yeah," Louis breathes, rolling his eyes as much as he can while, you know like I've said a hundert times before, fucking somebody. "Because you're so bloody in love with me, right."

Harry actually laughs and it causes a ripple in their bodies, a trickle of something (not sparks) to shoot in Louis' spine. He gasps against Harry's neck.

"Stop laughing.", he orders him.

"Why? It was the funniest joke I've h
ever heard."

"Are you now finally going to shut the fuck up while I fuck you?" Louis complains, thrusting into him harshly. He does it roughly on purpose and Harry's body slides up a few inches on the brownish hardwood floor. He gasps, hissing against Louis' neck.

"Thanks", sarcasm.

"Welcome."

He thrusts into him, he immediately can feel Harry's body going less stiff and more responsive and willing as the time passes by.

"Is it good yet?", Louis asks, voice softer, because he's not a total monster.

"Mh-hmm," is all Harry says, but he's locking his legs behind Louis' thighs, so Louis supposed that's answer enough.

Harry doesn't say anything else and Louis picks up his pace in satisfaction. His fingers clutch at Harry's thigh, his other arm feeling a little bit numb, as he's been leaning on the floor with it.

Harry clenches around him, making Louis gasp and lose his grip, and his chest knocks into Harry's. He moans into his neck, feeling his sweaty skin against his rosy cheek.