Make it feel like home

One night stands were not uncommon for Louis. He's had them in the past. But only twice because let's face it, Louis was a boy who only attracted people with red flags. Guys his age didn't know how to take care of him and the men he liked were way out of his league.

Anyways the point was Louis is so not a stranger to spending fun nights at a stranger's home, he's done it twice and that's the only time he had something inside him (except that one dildo which he had but Now he's lost it), he was not inexperienced Nope, he knew what he wanted and he knew well.

However he also knew that tonight was one of those where he was going to end up in someone else's bed, if the way his back was plastered to this six foot tall man's chest was any indication. Louis wasn't a slut so obviously there was some heavy eye contact between him and this man who's got to be at-least a little bit older than him. Before he decided to take their eye contact on the dance floor.

His breathe was heavy as he moved against the stranger, warm heavy and ring cladded hands held his waist and this man was like pulled out and created from Louis' sexual dreams, "Harry." He grunted in Louis' ear who mewled at the hard squeezing on his hips before turning around.

Harry was not only handsome from afar but up close he resembled an actual sin, a sin that Louis was so going to commit, In sultry expertise movements Louis had his hands around Harry's neck, he moved his face in the man's neck as he was being pulled closer. Harry had green eyes and a nice face with amazing stubble that had left raw marks on Louis' sensitive skin earlier.

"Louis." He said back and Harry groaned when Louis tilted his hip so that their obvious hard ons brushed against each other.

"Ramenez-moi à la maison, monsieur 'arry." He breathes and feels the taller man shuddering against him, ah English man and their weakness for French.
[Take me home, sir Harry]

Louis wasn't French, his mother's grandma was. And which was why Louis had to be in Paris to visit her, expenses was done by his mother because Louis was barely making end meets with his college, still he had learn to speak French fluently. And what's the harm in Speaking sultry French at a club?

"Putain oui ma chérie." Harry hissed biting his lobe and Louis moans because his deep voice actually sounded so nice in French, and Louis really hadn't expected the sudden fluency.
[Fuck yes sweetheart.]

They made their way out of the sweaty crowd with Harry's protective and possessive hold on his tiny waist as the man acted as Louis' personal bodyguard, Louis preened and pressed along the man's side.

Harry stares down at Louis with hooded gaze as they both waited for Harry's car, only then Louis noticed that Harry's eyes were green, but right now the green was barely a ring as the man continued to intensely stare at Louis. The anticipation and arousal swimming in Louis didn't help as he tried to squeeze his thighs. His cheeks heated at the heavy gaze that didn't seem to waver.

A car came to stop and Louis' wrist was clamped before he was being pushed inside,

"Retour rapide à l'hôtel." Harry almost growled at the driver before slamming the middle partition, Louis squealed when Harry's hands pulled him on top, he ended up straddling the man who's large hands were in his hair tangling the strands as he yanked it up so that his incessant mouth was on Louis' neck.
[Back to the hotel fast]

"Such a pretty boy goodness." Harry mumbled. And he really hadn't expected Harry to be a biter but goddamn the man knew how to use his mouth. He licked and sucked the heated skin and Louis was a little shit so he made a confusing "Huh?" Freezing Harry, he internally cried at the loss of hot lips on his neck,