Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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Okay, last one for a few days. We already surpassed 2k, this is crazy! Thank you so much!!! I love you all, my flowers ❤️

Let's spice this story up a bit, shall we?

Louis was laying on his bed playing a game on his Nintendo Switch, but he could barely concentrate, needing the toilet so badly, but Harry was in the bathroom for over twenty minutes already.

"Harry, come on! What's taking you so long? I need the toilet!" He yelled.

"I'm trying to hurry, but I can't!" Harry shouted back but Louis frowned at his strangled voice.

"Is everything okay?" He asked concerned and sat up throwing the console on the bed carelessly.

"N-no." Harry choked out.

"Fuck." Louis muttered and got up knocking on the door to the bathroom. "What's wrong, bub? What happened?"

"It doesn't w-work!" Harry cried.

"What doesn't work, Haz?" Louis asked urgently. "I swear either you tell me or I come in."

"That! It hurts, p-please make it stop!" Harry hiccuped.

"Oh fuck. Oh no, no, no." Louis muttered to himself, realising what Harry meant. "Did you try a cold shower?"

"It doesn't work!" Harry yelled. "It's so c-cold!"

"Okay, Haz. Okay, turn the water warm, yeah? I help you through it."

Fuck what am I doing here? Louis thought to himself but there was no way out of it now. He knew he couldn't keep Harry from this forever and he also knew after months of putting him off, telling him to get rid of his boner by taking a cold shower at some point it wouldn't work anymore- and this moment was now.

"Alright, grab the shower gel and squirt some of it on your palm." He instructed.

"O-okay." Harry said nervously.

"Okay, now take it in your hand." Louis squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to himself at this ridiculous situation.

"What?" Harry screeched.

"Your dick, Harry. Take it in your hand." Louis groaned.

"W-why?" Harry stammered.

"Just do it!" Louis hissed.

"O-okay. A-and now?" Harry asked.

"God, why the fuck didn't I let him watch porn?" Louis muttered to himself before clearing his throat and speaking up once more. "Now you run your hand up and down slowly."

"Oh...oooh!" Harry squeaked out after a few seconds.

"Oh my-" Louis muttered and his head shot down feeling his pants tightening slightly. "Shit." He gulped and gritted his teeth, breathing in and out deeply. "Now pick up the pace a bit. And squeeze your hand together from time to time."

"Oh! Oh g-god, t-this i-is..." Harry stammered between breathy whines.

"Fucking hell, Harry! Stop talking!" Louis groaned and banged his head against the wall when he felt himself harden.

"Oh, Lou! T-this is g-good!" Harry squeaked out.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." Louis ripped on his hair resisting the urge to reach in his pants to grab his rock hard dick and do the same as Harry was just doing in the shower when he could hear every noise he was making and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, I...I f-feel hot." Harry choked out weakly.

"That's good. Just carry on, go faster." Louis murmured with his eyes tightly shut and a weak voice. "Whatever happens, just let it happen, yeah?"