You Don't Own Me (Larry/Larcel)

11 Bitter Sweet, Eat You Up

WARNINGS: sexual content

Marcel shook his head when Louis asked if he'd ever heard of eating out.
"Well my mum always takes me out to dinner, but we don't eat out often. I like a good home cooked meal." He said, wondering why Louis was asking him this whilst he was lent against the car with his trousers down.

Louis let out a loud cackle and shook his head, patting Marcel's bare bum lightly. "Not at all what I meant babe." He said, scoffing at the boys innocence.

"You'll enjoy it." Louis said and ran his hands over the nervous boys hips. "It won't hurt." He reassured and squeezed Marcel's hips gently.
"Just trust me." Louis said and Marcel shivered slightly.

This was such a sin, Marcel was so nervous that this would go bad, that whatever it was would end up hurting him, physically and mentally, he was so nervous that his legs were trembling.

Because here he was with his bare bum facing Louis. /The/ Louis.

Marcel felt a tad embarrassed when people saw him even with his shirt off, so he was trying really hard.

"H-hey Louis, don't, don't make fun of me ok? I'm, I'm not perfect, I- I wasn't expecting any of this I-"

Louis shushed him and pecked Marcel's hip. "You're beautiful Marcel, you've got a nice bum and it's so smoothie I could just, eat it up..." His voice darkened.

Louis kept his hands on Marcel's hips, kissing the back of his thighs.

Marcel relaxed a bit when he felt Louis warm hands, massaging his hips. This was something that his mother would disown him for. Doing this, or whatever IT is, in public.

"I'm not, good looking I-"

"Stop saying that, Marcel," Louis said, "I promise you're fine." He repeated and moved his hands to Marcel's bum, pulling his cheeks apart to see what he was working with.

"Just enjoy this, babe" he said as he leaned in, licking a long stripe against Marcel's hole.

"S-sorry I just- wait I- o-oh god!" Marcel gasped loudly and his legs almost gave out.

He squeezed his eyes shut and his breath hitched. Was he over reaching a bit?
Maybe, but he's never been touched like this, it all so new, and just being out in public is a massive adrenaline rush.

Louis nodded and buried his face in between Marcel's arse cheeks, lapping his tongue repeatedly over Marcel's virgin hole.

After a minute or so, he pulled back, "Bet I could fuck the asthma right out of you," he growled, running his thumb over Marcel's muscle.

Marcel let out a whimper of pleasure and he balled his fists. "L-Lou-"
This shouldn't feel so good.
But it does.

Louis smirked to himself and licked Marcel again. "You want me to stop?" He asked, not wanting to do anything that he wasn't comfortable with.

His fingers kept pressing soothingly against Marcel's skin. He knew it was different and new for him.

Marcel bit his finger and shook his head. "N-no please d-don't stop" he coughed out.
He frantically reached for his inhaler and shakily grabbed it from his pocket of the pants that hung low, showing his bum and he took a few puffs, trying not to moan in the process.

"F-feels different- so good" he whispered in a whine, his eyes screwed shut as he felt Louis soft tongue strokes over his most sensitive place.

Louis smirked. "That's alright. Soon enough baby" he huffed, the tip of his tongue tracing circles against Marcel's hole and slipping past the rim, inside of him. He felt his own trousers getting tighter and tighter just by pleasuring the younger boy.