I beg you not to read this in public. *it's kinda mid icl*
"Fucking hilarious, Barbara Streisand is asking you to call." I said with a straight face, Harry stood in front of me with a proud smile. "You like it?"
"Harry this is awful. I can see everything now." He nods. "I know. I was hoping it would bring you to your senses."
"No it's making me want to play tennis with your fucking head. You better take it out before I smash it over your head."
"Joe he doesn't like it." He pouts, Joe starts to tut. "I told you mate. You can't have lights in this room. Just that one. Makes him see things."
"He knows you so well. Maybe you should date Joe." I squint at him. "You think you're funny."
"I do. I'm auditioning for every terribly written comedy as we speak." I start to make my way out of the room, smacking Harry over the head on my way out. "Joe watch the hostage."
Harry follows behind me like a puppy dog. "Can we watch spiderman?" I turn around brushing my finger under his chin. "No."
"Please. I promise you'll love it. I won't talk through it this time I swear." He cups his hands over my face leaning down to kiss me.
"I swear I'll be quiet." He smiles against my lips, kissing me softly. "No."
"Please," another kiss. "Please? I'll just keep saying please until you say yes."
"You watch it, I have to spend time with my kid, I haven't seen her for a while." He hugs his arms around my neck. "Nia is out with Niall and Riley."
"Harry.." he beams out with a smile, kissing my neck. "Fine, fine we won't watch it."
He starts to kiss me again, pushing me back towards my bedroom door. "You're very needy." He nods. "Very."
His hands tangle in my hair slamming the door shut with his foot pulling my shirt up throwing it into a pile with the rest of our clothes.
Sitting over me letting his necklace dangle for a second before kissing down my chest.
"Oh god." Biting over my waist he starts to smile, my heart burning while his teeth sink into my sides. Kissing over them gently,
Thank god that door locks now. "You locked the door right?" He nods. "Yeah."
His thumb circles over my tip before he slowly starts to pump over my dick. "Louis I don't know if I can-"
"You can take it." He nods, grazing his tongue up my dick before pushing his lips around me.
My stomach knotting with the feeling. "Oh- fuck!" Holding his hair in my hands I slowly guide him over. "You're doing so well baby, you're doing so good."
I push my head into my pillow feeling his soft lips pull up against my tip, swallowing down my precum making my chest burn a little.
His perfect little lips wrapping around me. "Oh god- fuck. You're taking it so well, you doing so good. Do you think you can take more?" He pulls himself up. "Do you want to take more?"
"Yeah." I brush my finger under his chin. "Good." There was not a single chance anybody could do this well on their first time. I mean clearly he did but I felt dizzy thinking about it.
I wasn't sure if I could actually last as long as I'd wanted to. I didn't want it to stop but I couldn't keep myself from fucking giving in.
"Fuck." I looked down for a second, his hand between his legs as his arm flexed.
He's fucking himself and now I felt worse, in the best way yes but I felt dizzy. My stomach was knotted and I was fucking dying. "Oh god-" his lips around around me.
His other hand pumping over where his mouth couldn't fit. "Just like that- fuck, fuck-"
I wasn't about to make myself sit here in pain, I gave in. Dragging him right back up feeling him cum over my stomach watching him smirk. "Sorryy."
"I just fucking showered you bitch." He starts giggling like a weirdo. "I thought you would've lasted longer. I really am a knight in shining armour. You are very welcome."
"You're going to be sleeping outside if you carry on Harry." He blows me a kiss. Gasping.
"I can kiss you for real now. I keep forgetting." He smiled, kissing me gently, grabbing the towel from the seat. "No-"
"Toooo. Late. Just use a different towel." Biting my neck down to my collarbone, sucking and almost ripping my skin off. "Harry I can't- do that again."
He chuckles in a high pitched tone. "Two whole minutes," he whispered. "I'm a little proud of myself." He grins. "Harry if you carry on I will bite your dick off."
He gasps. "Dirty." Kissing my temple, his necklace brushes over my chin. "You're not even a little phased about anything it's strange."
"Why?" I shrug. "First time I slept with a guy I cried for days because I thought I was gonna end up dead then and there. Let's not even talk about the kissing. But you just- you're fine."
"I think growing up with Leah being as- open minded as she was, I just know that it's fine. You know? Like I'm just, I'm chill. It's not like 'holy fuck you slept with a guy' it's more 'you had sex, and you finished?' you know?"
"That sounds really nice." Wrapping the towel around my waist I pull myself from the bed feeling him follow behind me kissing the back of my neck pulling the towel from my waist.
"That's really unhygienic." He pulls my head back. "If you don't let me spiderman kiss you soon I'm afraid I might die."
"Then die you shall." Stepping into the shower I didn't even get a second to myself. He'd followed me in. "If I push you against the wall how mad would you be?"
"Harry don't." He grabs my waist pushing my back until I hit the tile. Letting out a fucking scream as he laughed. "Harry! You fucking nesbit! The fuck is wrong with you!"
"You're so sweet." He pushes his hips into mine, kissing my neck with his hand wrapped around it. "I hate it when we're stood up."
"Stand on a stool." He mocks me. "Harry I'm actually so close to just sending you back down to the fucking basement. Fuck off."
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
Fiksi Penggemar"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh...
