Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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Harry looks down at me, his mouth open slightly with a smirk. "Sometimes I just really- really wanna kiss you until my lips fall off."

"Sometimes I think you drink too much." He nods. Kissing me anyway. "I love kissing you. It's so fun. You're like- favourite in the world ever. You made me so sad the other day but I got over it- sort of. You're still my favourite ever in the whole universe."

"You're allowed to still be mad at me." He shakes his head. "No."

"Yes. Harry you're allowed to have other feelings. You don't have to be okay with everything just because I kissed you. I told you this. If you're mad at me that's okay."

"I not- I'm not mad. Not right now. I want to be happy. I want kisses and then hug you and fall asleep with you. I want to be with you for- a rest of my silly little life."

"I want the same thing. But if you want that you have to be able to let me make it better. We have to grow as we go my love. I'm trying to get better, you have to help me do that."

"What if I do some wrongs? Will that's mean that I have to grow too?" Oh god he was so drunk. "You don't ever do anything wrong. If you did then yes we would do the same."

"I want you to know," he sniffles, cupping his hands over my face. "I would never hurt you. Not ever- fl-flis- physically I mights buts- ha, butts, sorry- not with any bad intentions I'm just fucking stupid you know? I would not hurts you ever."

"I would not hurts you either my love." He nods at me with a cheesy smile. "Love it. You're so pretty I wanna kiss you."

Pulling me into his chest he kisses me like an idiot. Walking me backwards until I hit the wall. "I hate it when you do that."

He pulls himself back, swallowing and staring at me like he was about to cry. "No- no I'm kidding. I'm kidding- it's okay."

"I don't know why I'm crying." He sniffles. "That's okay. That's fine." He nods. "Can you hold me?" He chiles out. "Always baby. You're okay. Come here."

"I'm so drunk." He laughs through his cry. "It's okay. You're safe. You're perfectly safe."

Kissing the top over his head and playing with his hair I slowly bring us to the floor letting him hide into my chest. "Everything is gonna be okay baby. I promise everything's gonna be okay. I'm so sorry."

"I don't know why I'm crying." He laughs, dropping his head back against my chest. "I don't know baby. Sometimes we just need to cry. It's okay."

Brushing my thumb over his lips I hold my hands over his face. "You're so pretty."

I guess he was getting half a spiderman kiss. I wasn't upside down but I wasn't kissing him normally. It only lasted a few seconds.

He pulled me onto his lap. "I wish you were taller than me." He said through a small breath. "Why?"

"I like being looked down on. Like this. When you're on my lap. I like you being like this." I cup my hands over his neck. "I can stay here."

I rest my head against his. Inching closer to kiss him. His fingers tracing over my hips.

"We could stay like this." He nods. "I want to stay with you Louis. I can't be with anybody else."

"I don't want you to be with anybody else. I just want you to be happy." He looks up at me like a lost puppy. "I'm happy."

"That's all I want." I lean in to kiss him. Quickly pulling back before kissing him properly. "Please don't leave me again."

"I'm not leaving you Harry." He nods. "Okay." Kissing him harder I felt his hands start to push against my thighs. The whines stuck in the back of his throat. "What do you want me to do?"

He lets out a shaky breath. Kissing down his jaw I push his head to the side kissing along his neck. "I don't know."

"Yes you do. What do you want?" I could feel his hips moving. His hands were tense on my hips. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"I- don't know." Pushing my hands against his jeans I felt the slight smile on his lips. "There you go." Pulling myself back I keep my eyes on his watching him struggle.

"Keep your eyes on me okay." He nods. Pulling him out from his boxers I slowly pump my hand. Watching him try to look away.

So I pulled him back. "Keep your eyes on me or I stop." His head rests against the wall. His eyes on me. Softly teasing my thumb over his tip. "Louis I can't-"

"Yes you can." He shakes his head, whimpering with his hands over my jeans. "Please."

"You really wanna walk all the way across the house just to get what you want?" He shakes his head. "Here. Louis please I don't- I want you. Please."

"I'm not fucking you right here. I can hide you if I do this I can't hide if you're fucking, inside of me." He whines again. "Please. Please- I need you now and I can't do it with your hands I want you on me. Please."

I smile against his lips. "You're cute when you beg. It's not happening."

His teeth sink into my lip pulling me into a kiss. "This isn't getting you want you want." He pushes himself back into his jeans, practically dragging me across the house. "Is he good?"

"He's about to be." I laughed as the door slammed. My back meeting the door as he kisses me. He starts to tug at my shirt, pulling it off in seconds. "I hate you so much."

"I can see that." The trail of clothing was really starting to become a problem. "I hate it when you do this, I fucking hate it."

"You love it. I like edging you. Makes your face look so much hotter when you cum. You get all whiney and shit and oh my god that thought alone makes me hard. Plus you like the pain of it. You always cum quicker."

His back hits the bed. "I could always just suck your dick. That's your favourite right?"