larry oneshots (english version)

moan for me (like you did out there)

"You gave them a fucking moan, Harry." Louis didn't know where to put this feeling that was building up inside him. "You were out there moaning in front of thousands of people, in front of fucking fangirls, and now you expect me to stay calm?" He was anything but calm.

"I- Louis, listen- we can't-"

"Oh yes we can, Harry. If I want to play, and if it's right now, right here, then we will play."

The all too familiar feeling built up in Harry's stomach, the feeling that always built up when Louis wanted to play with him.

But this time it was also mixed with.... Harry couldn't decide if it was fear or just more excitement. Because fuck, after all, they were still here, backstage, in their own dressing room, just the two of them, but Louis always waited until they were in the hotel room to fuck Harry. This time apparently, he had other plans.

"On your knees."

And alone the change in Louis' otherwise so soft and gentle voice had Harry whimpering in submission. He obeyed without any hesitation, completely forgetting that someone could come in at any time to bring them to the hotel. Or maybe he just didn't care if someone walked in on him kneeling there in front of his boyfriend while they were both still in their concert clothes.

"Your moans are for me, understand, H? Only me."

Louis stepped close to the boy in front of him, his gaze was lowered, submissively. Hands behind his back, the way Harry knew Louis liked it. He placed his hand on the back of Harry's neck holding on firmly.

And Harry only brought out a whimper at that.

"I asked you, if you understand?" Harry winced even though Louis' voice wasn't particularly loud, just harsh.

"Yes, Louis, fuck, just for you, only for you." Harry almost squirmed under him, but he knew Louis wouldn't welcome this. He liked Harry to be all good and still. And Harry wanted to be good, he really did. He always wanted that, he always wanted to be good for his boyfriend.

"And then why the fuck did everyone else out there hear them too?" Louis tightened his grip on Harry's neck.

"'m sorry, Lou," Harry almost sobbed.

"I didn't ask you to apologize, I asked you why you did it," Louis made clear, his voice already a little softer again at the sight of Harry looking genuinely worried in front of him. He just wanted to be good for him, Louis knew that, and he also knew that Harry was enjoying all of this just as much as Louis. He enjoyed being put in his place by his boyfriend, and he enjoyed following his instructions and fully giving up his control to put it into Louis' hands.

"I'm sorry- I just liked the way Liam... massaged me, massaged my shoulders," Harry panted quickly.

The corners of Louis' mouth twitched as an idea popped into his head. "Mhh, so you like getting massaged..."

Harry just managed to nod silently.

"Massage yourself, touch you for me, baby."

Harry gasped. "W-what?"

"You heard me right. I want you to touch your cock. Now."

Harry swallowed noticeably, his adam's apple bouncing up and down.  "Right- right here?"

Louis looked at him with narrowed eyes, then bent down behind him and grabbed him firmly by the neck again. "I'm not gonna say it again, Harry," he cussed into his ear.

And so Harry obeyed; unzipped his tight black jeans and let his fattening cock spring free. Louis chuckled lightly.

"Look at you..." He stroked Harry's hot skin on his neck. "Not wearing any undies like a fucking slut and already hard from only my voice."