Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 13th.

"So then what's your problem?" I asked, watching him smile. "I don't have one."

"Really? Cause I think you've got some things you need to figure out. You can't be sitting with me like this if you don't have a problem."

"I can. It's fun. Favourite part of the day Harry, you gonna deprive me of that?" He was about three inches away from me. "Your favourite part of the day is sitting this close to me?"

"Watching you do whatever it is you do is fun to watch." I kiss his nose lightly. "I can't do what I need to do if you sit this close to me."

"Sure you can." I didn't have a single ounce of self respect. "Louis this isn't funny. You only seem to like me when you're drink or high."

"No that's not true. I don't like you I just get really horny." That makes me feel better.

"And you go to me because?" He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. "You seem to enjoy it when I do."

"I don't enjoy being used like this, makes me feel shallow." He shakes his head. "You and me both know you want it. You like the fact that I go to you. Don't bullshit me."

"I'd like it if you were sober. I'm leaving, find me when you're sober."

*Louis did not sober up*

"Fucking damn it." He kisses my neck pushing my hands above my head. "I missed you."

"You're drunk." He hums, smiling softly while he kisses the corner of my mouth. "Feels nice." Tugging on my joggers I watched his eyes get more desperate the longer he sat there.

"I've missed having you like this. I missed watching you struggle to keep yourself mortally okay. If I stay drunk enough I might end up staying." He won't.

But now I was fucking screwed. "I can feel you getting hard Harry. Tell me to stop and I will." Not a single ounce of self respect.

I wasn't even sure what it was I enjoyed about him being this drunk.

His hair was a mess, he smelt like alcohol and he treated me like shit. "You're so pretty." Most of the time.

"So so pretty," His hand sits on my neck. Pushing my head to the side sinking his teeth in with a smile. "I need you." He breaths.

"Really fucking bad." Everything but my shirt had ended up on the floor.

I wasn't sure when he'd taken his shirt off but I didn't really care in the moment.

I felt his fingers wrap around my dick, slowly pulling up. "Keep your eyes on me okay." I could feel everything getting wetter but his hand wasn't on me.

Then I felt him slowly push into me. "Eyes on me." He was a lot bigger than I'd been willing to take but there wasn't any chance of me getting him to be gentle. "Louis-"

"You can take it." I hated that I liked it. He always did the opposite of what I liked and he knew I hated it. Why the fuck did I like it?

"Baby don't pretend you hate it." He kisses my neck. "Feels weird."

"You'll get used to it. I'll be gentle, promise." He moved his hips slower, pulling himself out a little more.

I could feel myself slowly getting dizzier. "There we go. I'll go slow." He didn't really seem like he'd enjoy slow. But he did it anyway, adding little by little until it felt better.

I never really know what's happening from when he gets here to when he leaves.

Everything merges together and I just end up with a hard on the whole time. "Do not fucking cum. If you cum I'll leave."

But now I had to focus. I was already on the verge. He's ruined my day.

He got to cum, fuck it felt good too. It hurt trying to keep it together, he knew that. "I'll tell you when."

He started using his hands, moving faster making my heart race. "Louis please," My breathing got heavier but he didn't seem to care. "Please- fuck! Please."

He circled his tongue over my tip, looking up at me with a smile. "Please. Fuck I can't- baby please don't make me do this. Please, fuck."

"You're so pretty when you beg." It hurt, I felt like I might've actually died. "Please."

He pulls himself up, kissing my neck and under my ear. "If you move your hands from your sides, I stop and you don't get to finish."

I kept my hands on the sheets, gripping them as tight as I could. Watching him slowly sit on my dick, my stomach turned in to itself and my heart stopped. "Fuck that feels nice. Do you think you can cum with me just like this?"

"Please don't, Louis please." He started fucking himself. Circling his hips with a smile. "I know you can cum like this. You like this. I know you do."

I could've, not because he was moving but because I liked watching him.

He knew I liked it. So he moved extra slow, looking down at me like he cared. "Harry, finish for me," I'd focused a little too hard on what he was doing and almost sure I'd cum twice. "Good boy."

He pulls me up, not even giving me a second to catch my breath before slamming his dick down my throat.

"Just like that, you're doing so good." It hurt, getting a boner two seconds after you finished. I hated than he could just do that to me.

"There, just keep doing that. Couple more time okay," He hit the back of my throat, stopping there and cumming. "So pretty."

He pulls my mouth open. Smiling before drunkenly kissing me climbing back under the sheets. "Fuck I missed you so much."

I liked when he just kissed me. He didn't want anything, he just kissed me to kiss me.

"Are you gonna go?" He nods. "In a minute. Don't think about it, just let me kiss you." I really hate the way he did this.

"Okay." But if I said something he'd leave faster. "I want to stay. I just can't."

"Why?" He had his pants on again. "I just can't." He was leaving in a minute, I thought I might've had a little more time. "Please. You don't have to go."

"I can't stay. Please don't do this, you're the only person I have in my life that I don't want to hurt, please just let me leave."

"Can you wait until I'm asleep. Hurts less." He kisses my forehead. "Okay."