Careless Whisper

V

When both of them have entered Louis' room, Harry lets himself fall onto Louis' desk chair and turns wildly in circles. Louis watches in bliss, loving it when Harry sheds his shyness and he's just being himself. Louis walks up to him and stops the chair with Harry so that he can look him straight in the face. Louis bends down and gives him a long kiss. He slowly pulls Harry up to him and he melts in his arms like warm butter. Louis' hand travels up and down Harry's back, only to stop just short above his bottom. Louis doesn't know how far they both want to go, which is too much or even too little. Although Louis is the older of the two, the lack of experience makes him nervous. He tries to put the thoughts away for a while, but in doing so, he pulls Harry even more towards him. Harry keeps sighing softly into their intense kiss and for Louis it's the most beautiful sound.

It makes him proud that he coaxes these tones out of Harry and that he's the one holding him. Harry's hands are wandering too, feeling their way gently over Louis' body. Shy, gentle Harry seems braver than he's the most of time, as Louis can feel his hand sliding down his ass cheeks. Slowly and so carefully. It sends goosebumps all over his body and he can't help but groan. Harry smiles into their kiss and Louis breaks it, looking at Harry in amusement.

"Like what you're feeling?" he asks teasingly and Harry, with an unusual amount of confidence, just pinches his butt in response. Louis raises both eyebrows and pulls his hand back into Harry's face. Both explore their mouths with their tongues, the kiss becomes messier. Louis feels both their pants tighten and pulls Harry over to his bed. He gently pushes Harry back with his hand as an invitation to lie down, both of them too agitated to say anything. Louis follows him and pulls him close to him. Both start again where they left off. Hands that slowly caress their dressed bodies, deep kisses and wildly beating hearts. At some point Harry begins to whimper needy and Louis immediately lets go of him. Takes his cheek in his hand and asks with a worried look, "Are you okay babe?"

"Yeah... it's just..." Harry stammers, unable to find the words, clearly embarrassed.

"What is it? You can tell me anything," and Louis kisses his forehead. But Harry, apparently better with actions than words, takes Louis' other hand that's on his stomach and slowly guides it to his dick.

Louis's breath catches, he feels how hard Harry is in his pants. His own cock, already hard too, twitches at the feeling of touching Harry's.

"Tell me what you want Haz, what should I do?" Louis asks, his heart pounding in his throat.

"Please Lou...help me," and Louis knows exactly what Harry wants to say but he has to reassure himself

"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret anything afterwards babe." But Harry shakes his head, his eyes stormy, his lips swollen from kissing.

"I'm sure. Please..." Harry breathes, eyes begging.

"Do you want to leave your clothes on or can I undress you?"

Louis has no idea where this is going, just trying to do it right. He himself is already hazy from his feelings for Harry, from the tension about what they are about to do and the nervousness about not doing the wrong thing.

"No, I want to feel you Lou. Can we please touch naked?" Harry asks and Louis just nods in response.

He sits up to unbutton Harry's pants and slowly pulls them down his legs. Louis lets his eyes wander down Harry's long legs, up to his visible bulge. He swallows only to carelessly toss Harry's socks to the floor. Harry just watches him silently with wide eyes. Louis gently strokes Harry's bare legs, making him tremble slightly. He then crawls up a bit and bends over Harry to give him a quick kiss, his hands wandering to Harry's sweater and he pulls it off with Harry's help, so that he is now only in his underpants in front of him. Louis doesn't even know where to look, where to touch him. He's so insecure about everything and that he's so horny himself, which is clouding his thoughts, doesn't make it any better. Harry apparently senses his stress and makes grabby hands and needy sounds. Louis quickly bends over him and seals his mouth with a long kiss. Harry's hands begin to fiddle with Louis' shirt until he finally pulls it over his head. Louis strips himself of the rest of his clothes except for his briefs and lies down next to Harry, only to pull him halfway right onto him. Both look at each other with fiery eyes, Harry's curls fall into his face and Louis strokes them back, taking in the soft features of his still youthful face.