girl almighty • larry stylinson

thirteen

pure fucking fluff (and some smut oh well)

"F*ck, Lou, shit, you look so good, baby."

"Ah, ah, ah, Har- Oh god, right there please, fuck, fuck, oh!"

The bed creaks as Harry doubles up his pace, planting a palm flat into the headboard as it slams on the wall. His other hand is on Lou's hip, squeezing as they both near their climax.

"Make me come, please." Louis pants, throwing his head back and his jaw dropping in a silent moan.

Harry slows down, but he goes down harder and deeper, and Louis' nails are raking down his back. The tip of his cock is brushing against Louis' spot, and at one particularly hard thrust, Louis jolts and he spurts between their stomachs.

Harry tries to hold back, but Louis is so fucking tight, Jesus and he can't resist coming inside Louis.

At least a minute is spent panting into each other's mouth as soon as Louis surges up to meet lips with Harry. The latter kisses back, putting a gentle hand behind Louis' head. He leans down until the back of Louis' head is settled on the pillow, before he pulls out. Louis almost whines.

It's audible, because Harry asks, "What?"

Louis pants, exaggerating a bit just so he can't tell Harry that he enjoys having Harry inside him, "I'm leaking." He says instead.

Harry chuckles and he stands up. He walks to the bathroom and later comes back with a wet towel and another one wrapped around his waist. Louis' still enjoying the sheets, nuzzling his face in them until Harry pulls them away. He frowns, "Why?"

"Those sheets are disgusting." Harry declares, wiping Louis' stomach, cock, and hole before tossing the towel back to the bathroom where it lays on the sink.

"Put some pants on, Jesus." Harry rolls his eyes and bends down to toss Louis his boxers, and he walks to his suitcase to grab another clean boxers before sliding them up his legs, untying the towel. He grabs a tank top and tosses it towards Louis, who pulls it over his head and puts it on.

As Harry joins him in the bed, he complains with a slight pout, "Every single one of your clothes are big on me. You can practically see my nipples on every move."

Harry props himself up on his elbow and taps a finger on Louis' pouted lips, "You love it."

"Don't act innocent." Louis reaches over Harry's torso to put out the lamp but Harry wraps his arms around the lad midway, nuzzling his face into Louis' exposed neck. Louis giggles, his wrist still reaching before the room falls dark.

"I'm uncomfortable." Louis announces in a mutter as Harry still cuddles close to him.

"I'm comfortable." Harry hums.

"Scoot, come on." Louis whines, pulling back before diving back between Harry's arms again. Harry lifts a leg up and Louis smiles and slips his in between.

It's after five minutes of breathing when Harry comments, "I think this is the most intimate thing we did."

"Uh huh." Louis shoots back playfully, giving Harry's naked chest a kiss, right on one of his swallows, "I prefer it like this."

"Really?" Harry chuckles, "'S good. Really good."

Louis shifts until he's on his stomach, his leg moving up over Harry's stomach and right below his butterfly tattoo. He faces Harry like that, head propped up with his elbows. Harry smiles in adoration and brushes Louis' fringe out of his eyes.

They stare at each other just like that until Harry's smile falters and he lifts up a hand and takes Louis', lacing their fingers together. Louis smiles at it, though, and he turns their hands around to place a kiss on the back of Harry's hand.

Harry slowly sighs, eyes locked with their hands which have their hold onto each other tightly and firmly, "Why aren't we dating?"