Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 13; Different.

After Liam sent the text, Milo replied within the hour, promising to compensate him handsomely. They're currently packing, getting ready to leave, when Harry bursts in.

"Hey. Idiots. You're in Vegas and you haven't went out yet? It's a bloody farce!" He exclaims, jabbing a painted nail into Louis' chest. For once, he's not wearing red, instead a deep midnight blue dress which is just skimming the bottom of his thighs, with elegant black heels. "We're going out and getting drunk and I'm taking that one to my hotel room, and if anyone dares argue I'm turning you into my living room decor. Understood?"

They all nod, a little dumbly, and Harry leaves again, grabbing Zayn (who looks helplessly back at Louis as he's dragged out) as he goes.

"That bloke is kinda scary." Liam mutters, and Louis shrugs. 

They (begrudgingly on Liam's part, he doesn't want to go out with Harry, who he's convinced is gonna try and kill him when his back is turned) get dressed, and Harry comes back in, this time wearing a white and black floral suit, Zayn close behind.

And, wow. They both look stunning. Zayn, dressed in a slightly less out there suit that hugs his waist snugly, eyes looking even more godlike with the eyeliner Harry no doubt forced upon him, hair effortless, cheekbones even more defined. 

And Harry. He looks masculine, which is a tad strange, but he looks stunning. The suit accentuates his more masculine feature, strong jaw, broad shoulders and back, his bulging biceps. His hair is still the same, styled in the exact same way, but it somehow looks different. He's not even wearing make-up.

Louis would be lying if he said he wasn't incredibly turned on right now.

Harry smirks, eyes glittering with mirth, and claps his hands.

"Come on! Hurry up." He demands, and they all follow him out. 

Harry laces their hands together, rings cool against Louis' fingers.

"You look good." Louis says, and he really hopes that Harry can't hear in his voice how fucking much he wants Harry to fuck him right now.

"You think?" Harry asks, shooting him a smile. "Not really used to this. I feel silly." Louis feels his eyes widen. He never in a million years thought Harry would be self-conscious about anything. He just exudes confidence.

"Really?" He asks, surprised, and Harry nods.

"I mean, I'm really not used to this. Other than the other day, the last time I wore jeans would of been when I was a teenager." Harry says. "I don't dress like a diva all of the time, but I never really wear trousers, and if I'm at home I'm probably just naked." He shrugs. "I just feel more comfortable in dresses and skirts or whatever. But I do own some suits, in case I wanna change it up. None of them are normal, thought. Not like yours."

"What about the one Zayn's wearing?" Louis asks. "It's normal."

"Well it's not mine, is it?" Harry says, shrugging. "Bought it for him. Thought it would suit him, and it does. I don't like dressing normal. It's boring."

"Well, I like how you dress." Louis says, give Harry a side hug briefly. 

Harry smiles bashfully, ducking his head. "I feel so different right now."

"Different's good, though." Louis says. "A different different." 

Harry laughs, a loud cackle that reverberates down the hallway, and Harry slaps a hand to his mouth. "Sorry-"

"Don't be."

They all tumble into a taxi, Harry 'accidentally' kicking Liam in the balls as he gets in.

Louis crawls over Harry to wedge himself in between them, and Harry briefly squeezes his ass, lips brushing against his cheek.

This Harry, masculine and strong, is more dominant, more powerful. He sits with his legs spread wide, wedging Louis into the cramped space between him and Liam. A large, possessive hand holding Louis' thigh. 

It's not often that Louis lets his submissive side out, but tonight it just seems natural. In the club Harry brought them too, exclusive and jam-packed with rich horny people grinding on each other, Harry takes the lead, hands on Louis' hips and holding him against Harry's body. It's Harry whispering dirty things in Louis' ear, it's Harry who's in charge, the one who is grabbing Louis' dick so he whimpers in Harry's ear.

Liam and Zayn are skirting around each other, the tension between them palpable. Louis' used to his friends flirting, but this time it has meaning.

He forgets about it when Harry kisses him firmly on the mouth, holding his chin between his thumb and forefinger, making Louis tip his head back so that Harry's long tongue can invade his mouth, making him feel pathetic when he whines at the loss of contact of Harry's raging boner against the swell of his ass.

It's Harry who licks hotly into his mouth, one hand holding his ass and kneading the flesh, crowding Louis against the wall and forcing a thigh between Louis' own, whispering for Louis to stay quiet as his long fingers creep under his waistband, a dry finger prodding at his hole.

And somehow Louis' humping Harry's thigh as the man teases him, never quite pushing his finger in, whispering dirty words and praise in his ear as Louis bites back whimpers, eyes slipping shut when Harry nips at his neck with his teeth. And his head is spinning because of the alcohol and Harry and the sheer arousal he's feeling right now, because holy shit, yeah, he's a switch but he's never felt this helpless because of another man before, never been this turned on by receiving, never felt so good about submitting.

And next thing he knows Harry's moving his thigh against Louis' crotch, making a sharp bite and finally, finally Harry's slowly easing a finger into him, and Louis' cumming in his pants like an idiot, spilling all over the inside of his boxers, feeling sticky and embarrassed. And he's moaning breathlessly in Harry's ear, and the man looks up, eyes glittering darkly with triumph and want, and he smirks, and Louis feels himself die a little bit inside because holy shit, he's never felt like this about anyone before.

Harry kissed him, and Louis feels dizzy with want and need and Harry Harry Harry, and he has no idea what Harry's doing to him, and he hates and loves the way Harry seems to fit against him, slotting into place like a puzzle piece, how his hand perfectly fits around Harry's love handle.

And then Harry's stepping back, and Louis stumbles, still in a post-orgasm daze  of lust, and his dick is growing hard again and Louis just knows that Harry knows. 

Harry's whispering something in Liam's ear, and they both glance at Louis, standing in the middle of the dancefloor with cum-soaked pants and a burning face, eyes downcast. Liam sniggers at something Harry says, and Harry waves goodbye before he's elbowing his way over to Louis, tugging him through the door and hailing a taxi tugging Louis into it by his tie, beginning to kiss Louis' neck again.