Paparazzi

Chapter 10

Both stumble into Harry's hotel room, kissing wildly. Only the light from the hotel corridor shines through the crack in the door, which Harry slides him through without letting go once. While he pushes Louis against the wall in the hallway of the room with his whole body, he closes the door with his foot and both are now in complete darkness. This intensifies everything, only feeling dominates his senses. The hungry lips of Harry capturing his own, the smell of Harry already clinging to him, the lean muscular body holding him trapped between himself and the wall, hands stroking whatever they can reach and their hard cocks which are constantly searching for salvation as they rub against each other. Louis enjoys feeling so close to the man who has been driving him insane since they first met, nothing has ever felt more right but this isn't the time to think about it. He only wants one thing - to treasure and consume every moment.

Harry is a good kisser - passionately caressing his lips, nibbles at them over and over again only to be stroking his tongue with his own the next moment. Louis thinks for a moment how it must feel when those lips close around his cock, when he just ignites the fire in him at his mouth alone. But Harry hardly gives him a chance to think about it any further, instead grabs him around his waist and pulls him towards the large bedroom, only letting go of him briefly to switch on the small lamp on the bedside table. Louis uses this short pause to catch his breath, but the next moment Harry is with him again and pushes down the sleeves of his jacket, which falls carelessly to the ground below them. Louis is so consumed by his desire that he cups Harry's face in his hands, pulls him back in and kisses him like his life depended on it. At the same moment he fiddles with the zipper of Harry's jumpsuit, pulls on the loop that lies over the wide ruffles on his chest. There is definitely too much fabric separating them - and it's too difficult as horny as he is to free Harry from his clothes. Louis has run out of patience, grabs the transparent part of the blouse and pulls hard on it with both hands. If he only had one functioning part of his brain remaining, he would probably be wondering what he was doing at that moment, but instead he is satisfied when he hears the loud tearing of the fine fabric and he can finally, finally let his hands slide over Harry's bare chest.

Harry instead breaks the kiss indignantly, "Hey! That was Gucci you asshole!"

"Shut up," is all he whispers and hungrily lunges at him again.

They stagger to the bed, Louis can no longer sort out who touches whom, when and where. Body to body, mouth to mouth, and the wild passion can be felt in every touch of the two. It's perfect and Louis is on a high.

With a hard push, Louis flies onto the bed and watches Harry, who frees himself from his broken jumpsuit and takes off his underpants in one go without shame. Louis swallows hard when he sees his long, massive cock standing proudly up. He is even more beautiful than in his dreams and that was actually perfection for him. Louis suddenly realizes that this will be his first sexual experience with a man and a little nervousness spreads through him. But Harry seems starved - starved for Louis and immediately takes care of freeing him from the rest of his clothes. Harry's gaze roams his naked body, an appreciation in his gaze that makes Louis blush and forget his initial shame and his nervousness to be suddenly naked in front of Harry. Harry looks at him like he's a masterpiece to study and immediately crawls onto the bed next to him. Louis has never felt more desirable than at this moment.

With trembling hands he begins to fondle Harry, finally being able to do where his imagination has been all along. Down to his cock, which he slowly runs up with his fingertips while Harry stares at him, pupils wide, also wandering with his hands. Louis doesn't know how to deal with all this - when Harry grabs his cock and starts jerking him up and down with a firm grip, a loud moan escapes him, his hips stretching out against him and at the same time the strange feeling of another cock than to be in control of his own. Everything is too much and at the same time not enough.