~*~ Louis (continued) ~*~
When the driver pulls up to the hotel, Louis thanks him and tosses him several bills to cover the ride along with a generous tip before getting out of the car and pulling Harry behind him into the building. Hurrying through the lobby and into the lift, Louis isn’t surprised when Harry immediately disregards the other people already inside and climbs into his arms, mouth seeking his in a desperate attempt to be as close as he can. With Harry’s legs wrapped around his waist, Louis presses him against the wall of the lift and filthily deepens the kiss. Louis shoves one hand between them to palm over Harry’s dick, ignoring the gasps and comments from the other people. The lift stops twice to let people off before it finally opens into their suite. Tucking his hands under Harry’s arse, Louis carries him inside and directly to their room.
Dropping Harry gently to the floor, Louis lifts his eyes to meet Harry’s and lowers his hands to the buckle of Harry’s belt. “If you want to continue waiting, I need you to tell me right now. I won’t be mad, and I’ll respect whatever you want because God knows there are plenty of other things we can do to get off, but I need you to tell me what you want.”
Harry bites his bottom lip when Louis tugs his belt open and begins working on the button to his jeans. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you inside me tonight.”
Lowering the zipper, Louis pushes the material open around Harry’s hips and lets Harry’s erection push free from its confines. Trailing a finger up Harry’s length, Louis moves his hand to Harry’s shirt. Making quick work of opening the two buttons, Louis allows his hands to drift up Harry’s body to push the thin material from his shoulders, letting it flutter to the floor. Louis moves forward into Harry and walks him backwards to the bed, pushing him down gently to sit on the soft mattress. Falling to his knees in front of him, Louis reaches down and removes Harry’s shoes and socks, then skates his hands up Harry’s denim clad legs. Unable to resist the offering in front of him, Louis noses at Harry’s cock, inhaling the musky scent, before licking a wide stripe up from base to tip.
“Lou, please. I need you. Please…” Harry whines, trailing off with a shattered moan when Louis opens his mouth and sucks him down completely.
Not giving Harry time to react further, Louis pulls off and stands up, holding out his hand. “Stand up, baby. Let’s get your jeans off.”
Harry readily complies and gasps softly when Louis’ hands slip inside the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down hastily in an effort to have Harry naked in front of him. Stepping back, Louis watches as Harry kicks off his jeans, baring his body completely to his perusal. As Louis stares, Harry begins to flush pink over his body. “What? You’ve seen me naked before. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re fucking unbelievably gorgeous, Haz. I will never get my fill of you,” Louis murmurs softly.
“You don’t have to,” Harry whispers, stepping forward and lowering his head to brush his mouth over Louis’.
With as much restraint as he can manage, Louis doesn’t allow the kiss to progress far and eventually steps back. “Come on,” he whispers, taking Harry’s hand and pulling him into the bathroom. “Let’s have a bath.”
Louis sets about starting the water in the jacuzzi style tub, running it just this side of too hot and nudging Harry to get in. Once Harry is seated in the tub, Louis bends down and kisses him gently before grabbing several towels from the shelf and placing them near the tub before turning to their bedroom. “I’ll be right back.”
