Blood Red Lipstick [L.S.] ✓

Ch. 14; Rough.

They stumble into the hotel room, Harry's fingers still curled around his tie, shoving him against the door once it slams shut behind him, and he kicks off his shoes. (Louis would be lying if he said he didn't get déjà vu)

Harry eyes him hungrily for a minute, smirk playing across his lips, and Louis blushes, feeling like he's being held under a microscope under Harry's piercing gaze.

"I made you cum in your pants in public." Harry announces, a singular finger slowly drawing nonsensical shapes on his chest. 

"You did." Louis utters breathlessly, squirming. The effect Harry is having on him is deliriousy dizzying, making his dick grow hard and his head feel fuzzy. 

"Embarrassing, isn't it?" Harry purrs lowly, palming Louis' dick through his trousers. 

"Yeah." Louis basically moans out. "Really embarrassing." 

"Liam thinks it's pathetic." Harry murmurs, right in his ear, palming him roughly. 

Louis nods, basically whining, and he's never felt like this. So desperate to please, so desperate to be talked down and degraded, so desperate to be treated like someone's slut, to be used. 

Harry lifts him, making Louis wrap his legs around his waist, holding his ass. "Take off your shirt. Keep the tie in your hand."

He's carried over to the bed, and Louis loosens his tie, setting it over his shoulder as he discards his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it over his shoulder.

Harry sets him on the bed, kissing the middle of his chest briefly. "Arms above your head." He demands softly, and Louis complies immediately.

Harry binds him to the bed using the tie, smirking down at him.

Harry undoes his belt, slipping it off and setting it on the floor, basically ripping his trousers and underwear off.

It shouldn't be so hot, him naked and tied down, Harry fully clothed and just looking, eyeing him hungrily, eyes raking down Louis' body. 

"I can't help but notice how... Gorgeous you are. Ravishing, really." He quotes slowly, raising an amused eyebrow.

"Ravishing, you say?" Louis responds, biting his lip. "Aren't you a charmer."

And suddenly Harry's on top of him, tongue and lips and hands roaming his body, mapping out every inch of him with a painfully light touch, feather light and fleeting touches that are gonna be the death of him.

Harry shrugs off his jacket, not pausing from where he's wrapped his lips around Louis' nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and causing Louis to arch his back off the bed.

"Gonna... Fucking... Destroy... You." Harry pants out between kisses, leaving bites and scratches all over Louis. "Won't be able... To walk... For a... Fucking week..."

"Bet." Louis murmurs, and Harry retrieves lube from his pocket, drizzling it over his fingers and jamming two fingers into his arse just like that.

"You asked for this." He murmurs lowly, the breath ghosting over his cheek causing Louis to shiver. "Alright? Now you get it rough."

"You're acting like I can't handle it. Liam's way fucking bigger than you." Louis grits out, trying his best to be snarky. Harry's eyes flash. 

He opens Louis up quickly, roughly, mercilessly, the green eyes trained on his face dare him to react, dare him to show discomfort. 

It's a massive fucking turn on.

Harry's fingers jab against his prostate, and he yelps out a moan, yelling expletives at the ceiling as Harry does it again and again and again, until Louis feels like he's going to burst, and Harry's tightly gripping the base of his cock, shaking his head.

"No." He says, voice the lowest he's ever heard it, a seductive purr that's making Louis' skin crawl all over with lust and heat spread through his body, sweat pour off of him because of how bloody turned on he is, the blood still rushing to his cock. "You're cumming on my cock." He says, not leaving any room for argument.

Then Harry's slowly, too slowly, removing his clothes, staring at him and daring Louis to defy him. And Louis' kinda tempted too, cause Harry might spank him, a sore and bruised arse littered with large hand prints joining the host of other traces Harry's left on his body. But he doesn't, because this sudden burning desire to be good for Harry won't let him.

"Spread your legs." Harry says after an age, quiet but dominant. It's sexy as hell, and Louis' cock leaks out even more precum, dripping onto his stomach.

Louis readily does, allowing Harry to take his place between them, holding his cock against Louis' clenching hole.

"Gonna fuck you until the only word you can say is my name." Harry says, determined. Louis nods slowly.

Then Harry's breaching him, not waiting nearly long enough to pound him mercilessly, and Louis' moaning and screaming Harry's name, back arching off the bed almost painfully when Harry hits his spot, over and over and over and over.

And he's screaming Harry's name still, voice going raspy with the sheer volume.

"Fuck, Harry-"

"Louder, Lou. Let the entire hotel hear you." Harry growls, gripping Louis' hips tighter as he drills into him again and again. "Let them all know what a fucking slut you are for me, how much of a cock slut you are."

Louis cries out, somehow increasing his volume because Harry told him to, and it only takes another two sharp thrusts from Harry (both of which nailed his prostate) to make him cum, thick streams coating him and Harry, hot against his skin.

He sobs when Harry keeps going, an animalistic sound that rips through him sharply, and then Harry's stilling, spilling deep inside Louis, pumping cum into him.

Harry groans, voice sounding raw, and he smiles down at Louis, dimple popping out. Louis would poke it if he had the strength to bother untangling himself from the tie which still binds his wrists. 

Harry carefully unties him, padding into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean them off. Louis slumps onto the bed, exhausted and sated.

Harry then curls up beside him, leg thrown over Louis' waist, pulling him as close as possible. Louis snuggles into Harry's chest, sighing happily, and Harry almost purrs contentedly, a sound which rumbles through his chest and vibrates against Louis' face.

"We should like, both quit our jobs and run away, buy a big house in the country and have sex all day." Harry mumbles sleepily.

"You know that isn't possible." Louis sighs. "Don't kid yourself, Harry."

Harry falls silent, and Louis would stay up worrying if it weren't for the alcohol which were making him so fucking tired. Sleep is tugging at his eyelids, but he fights it to gaze up at Harry worriedly, at the tense set of his jaw. He sets a hand on Harry's chest, right over his heartbeat. 

"Goodnight." Harry mutters, a little curtly, and Louis says it back meekly. Harry kisses his forehead, and Louis finally succumbs, falling into a deep slumber.

A/N; Top Harry was a little unexpected here, but it happened, and we stan. Only my third time writing it, so.