You Sunshine, You Temptress

6

When Louis opens his eyes, his vision is blurred and he lets his gaze slide around him in confusion. He registers that he's in the heat room and the memories come back. How did he get here? And where is Harry? He realizes that he's naked with only a thin blanket covering him, but his body is on fire and he hastily throws it off. Did Harry take his clothes off? The thought alone is enough to get him wet with a new wave of slick and he can't think of anything else but getting knocked up, preferably by Harry. In his condition, he doesn't care that he's not an Alpha, his Omega imagines Harry's big cock disappearing into his needy hole. Desperate, he rolls onto his stomach, grabs his box, which is next to the mattress, and pulls out the first dildo he can find. Not a second later he has it in himself and moans with lust and satisfaction. He rubs himself up and down on the mattress, gets the much-needed friction for his cock and quickly pushes the dildo in again and again. His arm is already aching from the unnatural position across his back, but he doesn't care, he needs to come and better sooner than later. Images of Harry almost naked by the lake flashes through his mind, remembering how big his cock loomed in those little black briefs. His brain is foggy with lust and with a few last wild hip movements he spills onto the mattress with a whimper. Tears well up in his eyes, it's not enough, he needs a knot. The next wave of need and heat breaks right in and desperately he crawls to the edge of the mattress and searches his box for a dildo with a thick knot. When he finds it, he puts it on his bed so it's standing, quickly swings over it, crouches, and sinks onto it. His hole produces so much slick that he can easily slide down on the dildo. In wild movements he rides himself on his toy and grabs his cock in his hand and jerks it off in sync with every thrust. With the other hand he plays with his sensitive nipples, pulling or twisting them. The idea of Harry fucking him in this position and his big hands pampering his nipples turns him so much on that he cums with another big load and makes him yell "Harry!"

Exhausted from his orgasms and the uncomfortable heat that keeps breaking over him again and again, he lets himself fall forward onto the mattress. He doesn't care that he's covered in his slick and come or that he knows there are still many days ahead, he gratefully accepts the brief lull in his condition and his last thought before nodding off is the imagination of Harry, where he is right now with him and keeps him safe.

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Louis has completely lost track of time and wakes up exhausted from the past few days. He immediately notices how his head is clearer, he can think about other things that don't revolve around Harry's (nonexistent) knot or the need to cum uncontrollably and get pregnant. Relieved, he runs both hands over his face, wipes his fringe off his forehead and feels more than disgusting. He sits up and sees that the mattress is full of dried slick and come, Helene probably didn't get a chance to change the bed linen this time. He has gaps in his memories, was more foggy than usual this time and still doesn't know why. But before he thinks about it any further, he quickly gets up and goes to the shower in his room and breathes a sigh of relief when the first drops of water fall on him. He stands quietly underneath, enjoying the refreshment and his mind wanders back to the evening with Harry.

Louis suspects that Harry triggered his heat, or rather his feelings for him. When Harry pulled him to his chest and he had the scent of Harry that he loves so much in front of his nose, his hole immediately produced slick and he didn't know how to prevent it or even hide it. He feels the same nervousness as he did that evening and he knows he's in a deep mess. He needs to get rid of his feelings for Harry, they have no future and he definitely doesn't want a mishap like that to happen to him again. What must his friend think of him? Shame overcomes him and Louis sighs. He focuses on the water pounding his tired body and tries to push his thoughts away to calm himself. But again and again images flashes through his mind, how Harry looked so beautiful that evening with his small plastic flower in his bun and his long legs in tight pants or how he held him so close to him when they were both under the blanket. He immediately feels his cock twitching in interest and he groans, glad that the heat is finally over. Every muscle is sore, not to mention his cock. And so he ignores it and starts washing his hair with shampoo and the rest of his body as well. The distraction helps a little and his thoughts and emotions come to rest.