Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

I Want It All

Written by: Bearandleonardwrite [achieve of our own]

Summary:

Harry and Louis have too much fun at a club and have to go home. Like, urgently.

Work Text:

The bass was pounding, the lights down low, and so many bodies were pressed tightly together. Louis and Harry were in the middle of the dance floor, easily disguised by all the people around them. To any onlookers, they were just a normal couple; they weren't ⅖ of the world's biggest boy band. In fact, no one even stopped or looked long enough to distinguish them from any others. Everyone was lost in the music or their own partners. It was everything the boys wanted when they were out.

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Louis has his back pressed tightly against Harry's front, not a breath of space between them. He's got one arm thrown behind him, his hand secured around Harry's neck, and the other is gripping one of Harry's wrists, digging his nails in. Harry's got both of his arms wrapped around Louis' waist, his head tilted down so he can places kisses along Louis' throat. They're grinding against each other, Harry's hard dick pressing into the swell of Louis' bum.

Louis throws his head back on Harry's shoulder, giving Harry more access to his throat. Harry licks a stripe up the column of his throat, all the way to his ear and nibbles on the lobe. "Baby, you look so good like this," he whispers into Louis' ear, his breath hot and tongue wet as it brushes against him while he speaks. "You're making it really hard to not just fuck you right here."

Harry keeps his mouth pressed against Louis' ear and reaches down to grip at the bulge in the front of Louis' trousers. He's only half-hard, but the pressure of Harry's hand is quickly changing that. He pushes forward into Harry's hand, then grinds back unnecessarily hard against Harry's cock. Harry's mouth falls open and he moans right into Louis' ear. Louis shivers at that and goosebumps erupt all over his skin.

Louis turns around to face Harry and threads his arms around his slim waist. Harry's curls are already wild, his pupils impossibly wide, and cheeks flushed a bright red. All they've done is dance and he's so gone already. Louis is quite smug.

He places one of his thighs in between Harry's legs and starts up their previous rhythm, making sure to push up hard against Harry's cock. After a few minutes, Harry drops his hands down to Louis' bum and squeezes before rolling his hips forward and pulling Louis into him. Louis' knees go weak at the the added pressure to his cock, now fully hard.

Harry keeps his hands secured tightly on Louis' bum and starts grinding down onto Louis' thigh. His mouth falls open on a silent moan and he drops his head to Louis' shoulder and bites at his exposed collarbone. When Louis goes to grind against him again, Harry grabs him by the hips and pushes him away quickly. Which. What?

And then it hits him. Did he just? No. He couldn't have. "Uhm, Hazza," Louis says into Harry's ear. "Did you just...."
Harry pulls away from Louis' shoulder and looks him in the eyes for just a second before looking away. "I couldn't. I just. Louis have you seen yourself today? Like. Fuck." He shrugs, but Louis can tell he's embarrassed at himself. "I just couldn't help myself. You're just so fucking hot and I had your ass grinding against me. And then. And then I was grinding on of your thighs, Lou. Your thighs are just so fucking thick and strong. I couldn't help myself."

Louis grabs Harry by the back of his neck and presses their foreheads together. "That's so fucking hot, baby, you have no idea." He smashes their lips together, licking hotly into Harry's mouth. He massages their tongues together before sucking Harry's tongue into his mouth, controlling the kiss. Harry makes to pull away, but Louis keeps a strong hold on him, trying to memorize every inch of his mouth. (Like he hasn't already.)