LOUIS
Everything turns into slow-motion when Harry pushes into me. His breathing is heavy and uneven, curls tickling my throat and neck, and his knuckles are brushing against my inner thigh as he eases himself into me inch by inch. Feeling everything at once is too much and not enough—he's tearing me apart and putting me back together at the same time.
He's taking my virginity.
I let out a broken sob when he bottoms out, breath as uneven as his when I adjust to his size. I knew he was big—everyone knows he's big because he keeps wearing sweatpants around campus—but knowing it this way is overwhelming. I squeeze my eyes shut and tighten my grip on the back of his neck, waiting and waiting and waiting.
He doesn't know he's taking my virginity.
He starts moving when he thinks I'm ready. And it hurts—it hurts so bad, but it's so good at the same time. I'm inexperienced, have only ever taken my own fingers, but there's that spot inside me that I've never been quite able to reach. I know it's there, and when Harry nudges against it, I'm rendered speechless once again, breath catching as I go pliant underneath him.
Maybe I should've told him.
He looks into my eyes as pain bleeds into pleasure, and I close them as he bumps his nose with mine. He kisses me, then sits back up and keeps a hand under my knee to keep my leg pushed up. He holds my waist with the other, thrusting into me quicker and quicker until there's nothing gentle about it anymore. He's rough with me now, but it's surprisingly good.
I should've told him.
It's not until we're getting closer that he leans back down to kiss me. And when I come between us, he whispers praises into my ear and strokes me until I'm too sensitive. He pulls out to spare me any more discomfort, then peels away the condom so he can come over my stomach. His head drops back in a groan, hand working over his cock until he's through.
I'm not telling him.
He moves away, staying naked as he moves through his tiny dorm room to get a water bottle. He makes me sit up when he comes back, then puts the bottle to my lips as though I haven't learned how to drink on my own. He then brings me into the shower where he soaps me up and rinses me clean, then lends me a pair of boxers when I get dressed.
"I'm gonna see you tomorrow, yeah?"
I resist the urge to wince at how sore I am when I step outside. "I assume so."
I walk down the hall and into my own room, leaning against the door once I've closed it. Liam eyes me suspiciously, probably because I never stay out this long. And yet, somehow, I ended up in bed with someone who calls me mate and borrows my pencils because he always misplaces his own. Friends borrow each other pencils, but they don't sleep together as though they're more than what they are.
"Louis?"
I open my eyes to look at Liam. "Harry just took my virginity."
"He what?"
"I slept with him," I mumble, more to the universe than to him. "I just... slept with him."
"How?"
"He put his cock inside me."
He rolls his eyes. "I know how it works."
I crawl into his bed and sit down crosslegged on his duvet. "I was just... he asked me to help him with Math, so we met up in his room—you know, the way we always do when we need each others help. But when we were done, he just... he kissed me."
"That's weird," Liam says, closing his laptop so he can concentrate on my world-ending predicament. "I mean, he has never really... talked about you as someone he's into."
