Larry Ao3 smuts

Control

Author: KrisStylinson
Tags:
Anal Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Grinding, Dirty Talk, Public Sex, Smut, Slight humiliation kink, Submissive Louis, Dominant Harry

Summary:
"M'gonna finger you," he said softly. "Right here in front of everyone, like you want. Do you want it, Louis?"

Harry and Louis have a tradition of going clubbing at least once a month—"to keep from being boring," Louis says. And Harry honestly doesn't mind at all, because clubbing means dancing and grinding and teasing: everything Harry likes.

Ironically, all of those things are driving him insane at the moment. Or maybe it's just Louis.

The thing is, Louis' got his arse pushed back onto Harry's crotch. He's forced his hands to Harry's waist, where his smaller ones are covering Harry's to keep his grip nice and tight. Ever so often, Louis will lean his head back and moan lowly, then plant his lips against Harry's neck and nip softly, slowly. He had Harry falling apart behind him, and Harry was so ready to come.

Over the loud pulsing of the music which is even softer than Harry's pounding heartbeat, he heard Louis whispering, "Can't wait to get home, Haz." He felt Louis' hands sneak around and grip his front, acting as a barrier between Harry's cock and Louis' bum and no, remove the hand. "Wrap my mouth around your dick. Take you down until I'm crying. Suck like my life depends on it."

He accentuated his words with a rough squeeze to Harry's length that has him moaning. He didn't need to be looking at Louis to tell he was smirking. "And I'll keeping taking you down until you come in my mouth. Pull off just in time to catch it on my tongue, get a little on my face. Just the way you like it, hm?"

Harry's suddenly harder than before, and Louis practically giving him a handjob through his pants is doing nothing to help. "And then I'll be so hard I can't take it. Be so whiny, so desperate. For you and your mouth and your cock—" He removed his hand and instead grinded his arse harshly back into Harry's crotch. "I'll let you eat me out. I know how much you love it, Harry, love hearing me moan when you dip your tongue inside of me, rolling my hips back onto your mouth for more—fuck, then you'll add a finger, like always, make me beg for more until—"

Harry thrusted his hips up into Louis' back and came instantly, burying his face in Louis' collarbone. He was in a club for fuck's sake, and he'd just come in his pants while grinding against his boyfriend as he muttered the dirty things he was going to do to him. It felt like high school all over again.

When he lifted his head, he could feel how flushed his skin must look. He was sweating, panting, and then he was biting at Louis' neck.

"Shit," he murmured, sucking a mark languidly into Louis' skin. "You just made me come in front of everyone, Lou. Acted like such a fucking whore just to make me jizz myself." He slid his hands down to Louis' thighs. "You wanna be a whore, Louis?"

Louis whimpered, still hard in his jeans from the little scene he'd made for Harry just moments prior. Harry grinned. "I can treat you like a whore."

He pulled Louis backward until they were in a secluded corner, mostly hidden in a blanket of darkness. Louis whined helplessly as Harry turned him around so his back was to the wall and pinned him between both of his hands. He instantly latched his mouth onto Louis' neck and sucked.

"Got me so hard," he whispered against the skin. "Then made me come in public. Anyone could've seen me, Lou, would've known how much of a little slut you are. But you wanted them to know, didn't you? Wanted them to know what a little whore you are."

Louis whimpered again, and Harry bit down. "Answer me," he demanded.

"Yeah, fuck, Harry—god, I'm a slut, such a slut," he stammered out, thrusting his hips absently up into Harry in search of friction. "Just let me come—"