Winter Sun- Larry Stylinson

November 23rd.

"I didn't mean it literally!" He yells pushing me away from the door. "Didn't seem to care while I was doing it."

"You have lipstick on your neck." He grabs my tie, dragging me back where we were.

"We've been in here too long." He kisses me harder, holding my belt tight. "I need you, more than usual." He pushes me against the wall, suddenly eye to eye.

"My pretty girl," Fuck, I almost lost my standing. "Can I?" I nod, his hand pushing over my boxers. "What if somebody walks in?"

"Nobody even knows where we are. Plus the door is locked- there we go." I tired to kiss him but I could barely breathe. "Oh god." I rest my head against the wall.

He kisses just under my ear. "You gonna be quiet for me?" I nod. "Yes."

"Bend over for me." Leaning over the sink I heard his zip, his free hand kneading my ass, the quiet moans were always my favourite.

My hips push against the sink as he spills his leg on my ass. Teasing me just to get himself in position. "God you're so fucking tight."

His hands grip my hips, ramming himself into me as hard as he can. "You feel so fucking good." He pushes harder. Gripping my hair making me look in the mirror.

"Look at how pretty you are." I was only really looking at him.

His hand looses, making its way to my hip. "You're doing so good baby." The harder he went to more I needed. There wasn't a single thing in this world I wanted more than to cum.

But the world was against me and gave me Louis. "Don't finish until I tell you to okay baby?" I nod, struggling to keep my mouth shut. "You're doing good. So fucking good."

I couldn't keep myself quiet, it was getting painful and I needed to get something out.

"Please." He pushes his fingers into my mouth keeping me quiet. "Not yet. You're doing good, just wait."

Sucking on his finger to try and relieve some of the pressure I heard him start to struggle to keep quiet too. "God you're such a good girl aren't you baby. Keeping quiet for me, look at you, look at how pretty you are."

I could feel the sweat on my face. My eyes were barely open and I couldn't feel my legs.

He pushes his fingers deeper. "You're doing such a good job. Just a few more okay."

I nod, his fingers still between my teeth. My head was pounding, there was not a single part of me that could last any longer.

He stops, ramming himself into me as hard as he could one last time. Staying in one place for a few seconds. "Just wait a second my love."

Pulling himself out, I felt his fingers slip from my mouth, pushing into my ass. I couldn't hold myself together.

I was fucking whining and he was still fucking fingering me.

He grabs my hair pulling me up and turning me around. "Open." I rest my tongue on my lip, his fingers pushing into my mouth again.

His fingers were just full of the cum he'd gotten on me before. "I, want to ruin you, over and over again until you're nothing. I want to fuck you stupid. Finish on you, in you, over you. I need you, so fucking bad." He says, the desperation in his eyes was growing.

He kisses my bottom lip. "I'm going to fucking ruin your life and I'm fucking excited for it."

I watched him get on his knees, slowly. His eyes on me as he opened his mouth around my dick. "Fuck." My hands grip the sink, my eyes squeeze shut trying to keep the nosies down.

I hit the back of his throat and I was done for. Smacking my hand over my mouth almost crying out in pain as he carried on.

"No, please— fuck- please. Oh god." Hitting the back of his throat over and over I felt my body slowly give in.

"Louis- please, I've been good, I did good. Please— please let me finish. Please," He pulls himself back, teasing the tip watching me with a smile. "I did good. Please."

He starts pumping me, sucking harder and faster. I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I'd finished and he seemed happy.

He wipes around his mouth, tucking me into my pants and doing the belt up again. "You lasted longer than I thought you would."

He did it on purpose? "Remember who you are though," He kisses me. "Say it."

"Yours." He hums. "Good boy. Fuck you're so pretty." He fixes my hair, checking every square in of me. "My legs hurt."

"Good or bad?" He asks, fixing my tie. "Good. But I don't know how to sit down now."

"The trick is to do it as fast as you can. You're a little bigger than me and I've managed it. You just have to ignore it. If I don't ignore the pain I end up with a hard on."

"You like the pain though." He kisses me gently, fixing my lipstick. "I'm sorry. I'll let you do that thing again when we get back."

"You don't think it's weird." He clears his throat. "It turns me on. So did you fucking sucking my fingers which is weird. I mean you could've done anything and I'd be into it, but watching you with fingers in your mouth was something else."

"You don't hate me for liking the things I like? You don't seem like you enjoy them." He grabs my hand, pressing it between his legs.

"Thinking about it is bad enough on its own, imagine what it's like when it happens. See you can feel me yeah?" I nod. "That's all you. Do whatever you want to me, fucking bite me if it works for you."

"You like being bitten though." He kisses his teeth. "I was hoping you'd forget. You're gonna have to go or I'll have you in here the rest of the night."

"How long has it been?" He looks down at his watch. "About ten minutes."

"Oh. Really?" It felt like hours. "Yeah. You go first, I have to- fix this."