girl almighty • larry stylinson

nine

do you guys know what happens during phone conversations?

"Happy birthday." Louis greets in the phone softly. They had a short break from tour for a few days, and they'll be back on track by tomorrow. 

"Thanks, Lou." Harry chuckles from the other side, "I'm in LA."

Louis scoffs playfully, "Of course you are. We never understand why you always go to that country."

"I have a house here, first off." Harry shifts in his bed, trying to be comfortable, "And I'll spend my birthday here."

"It still bothers me that I can't come." Louis pouts to himself, watching as Daisy runs off with little Ernie with Lottie chasing her.

"We can celebrate with the boys tomorrow when we come back for tour." Harry offers, "Or you can fly here secretly."

"Like that can be kept as a secret." Louis murmurs, "Will your party involve strippers like before?"

"Hey," Harry says defensively, "Nick sent them, not me."

"That bastard."

"Well, I'm inviting most of my friends." Harry informs, "And no strippers, promise."

"Good," Louis breathes, "Will that Nadine come?"

"Probably." Harry doesn't notice Louis' change of tone, "She's a really nice girl. Quiet and all that."

"You're gay, Harry."

"Geez, I know that." Harry huffs, "You sound upset now, to be honest."

"What's there to be upset for?"

"Exactly." Harry frowns, "I've known you for years, Louis. I know that tone."

"Oh, sorry, I thought you can only detect if I'm horny or not."

"What the fuck? What did I do this time?" Harry scoffs, his annoyance building up, "You're acting like a bitch."

Louis pauses before he can a comeback because why is he acting like a little bitch all of a sudden? His sudden change of mood is inappropriate and unnecessary. Louis fishmouths, "I— I'm sorry." He gulps, "I really don't know what came to my mind."

"You scared me there for a second." Harry admits, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no, everything's dandy." Louis mumbles, silently slapping himself in the forehead. He bites his lip, "What are you wearing?"

"Some shirt." Harry chuckles, but Louis knows that Harry's aware of what he's trying to do.

"I'm hard."

Harry nibbles on his bottom lip, "Yeah? Are you gonna touch yourself, baby?"

"Please."

"I'm afraid not, baby." Harry's voice drops octaves lower, raspy than normal. It always sends shivers down Louis' spine, "Who's only allowed to touch you?"

Louis whines, "You, only you."

"How much do you need it? Tell daddy."

"So much." Louis gasps, hands twitching against the waistband of his boxers, "So much, please, please, Harry. Let me-"

"I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

"Daddy." Louis arches his back and mewls, "Please. I-I need so.. so bad."

Harry hums, "Begging is impolite, baby boy, but I'll let it pass. Take off your clothes, darling."

Louis pulls the phone away, resting it beside his head before he takes off his shirt and boxers. His c*ck slaps hard on his tummy, already leaking. He goes back to Harry, breathing hard, "Daddy."

"All done?" Harry waits for Louis' confirmation, "Alright. Do whatever you want, baby. You're free tonight. I just want to hear you. Let daddy hear you."

"Yes." Louis lets go of his bottom lip. He reaches to his drawer and pulls out his lube. He coats his finger with slight struggle. He pumps his d*ck a few times, and he lets out a moan, quick but loud enough for Harry to hear. He hears muffled wet sounds through the phone and Louis' figured that perhaps Harry is wanking to Louis.

Louis grazes his two fingers on his hole. He doesn't wait, fuck no he doesn't, before he pushes one finger in. He whimpers as he continues to wiggle and curl that finger around.

"Sounds so good, baby." Harry rasps, "Love hearing you."

Louis pushes in a second finger, arching his back, "Daddy."

"Yes, baby." Harry groans.

"So close already." Louis whimpers.

"Me, too." Harry pants, "Push another, baby. Know you're fingering yourself."

Louis mewls at that, because Harry always know that he prefers fingering that wanking, "Need you."

"You sound so good, baby. Always a good boy, making daddy proud of you. Come for me, baby."

Louis arches his back, a guttural moan staying in his throat as he bites his lip, but he's sure Harry has heard from the way Harry groans from the other side of the phone.

"Wish I could see you right now."

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it all ends so abruptly but this is like halfway through 800 words lmao.

also, I apologize in advance because I've never really written about masturbation and phone sex and dADydy kink. It's terrible.

AND I PUBLISHED THE WRONG OH MY GOD I ALREAYD UNPPUBSLIEHD IT SBUT LASD