Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 17- Karma Is A Queen

Louis' pov:
I wake up to my dick hardening, from the pleasurable feeling of someone's lips wrapped around my cock. My eyes snap open, and I look down, to meet the eyes of Harry, who stares straight back at me as he slowly takes more and more of my length into his mouth.

"Fuck, Harry." I groan, my hand flying down to get a tight grip on his curls. "Such a good boy, aren't you? Taking care of daddy's morning wood like this." I growl out loudly. Harry moans around my dick at the praise, sending vibrations up my shaft. I moan, head falling back on my pillow. I unintentionally buckle my hips up, causing Harry to choke and pull off, unprepared. He clears his throat, before taking my entire length in his mouth once more. He pulls off almost all the way, and then pushes back down over and over, so I'm basically fucking his throat without having to do any of the work.

"I'm gonna cum, darling." I moan, tightening my grip on his curls. Harry seems to take these words as encouragement, and hollows his cheeks while shoving my entire length down his throat simultaneously. I groan loudly, and release down his throat while thrusting my hips up harshly.

Harry pulls off, swallowing before going into a coughing fit, having been choked on my cock. "Sorry, baby." I apologise. He crawls back up the bed, so he's now laying next to me. "Do you need me to...ya know...return the favour?" I ask, going bright red in the cheeks as I do so.

Harry giggles at my shyness, before nodding pleadingly. "Please! 'm so hard." He says.

"Beg for it." I say simply, as I crawl over so I'm hovering over him.

A sharp whine escapes his lips, and he bucks up his hips needily at my words. "Please, please, please, daddy, I need it!" Harry begs. I smirk, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips, before pulling away.

I take his length in my hand, running my hand over it and tugging on it the same way I do to my own. Harry whimpers at the feeling, thrusting up into my hand. "Daddy!" He cries out. I silence his whines with a kiss, while using my free hand to fondle his balls.

"So pretty, baby." I mumble against his lips. Harry moans into my mouth at the praise.

I continue to jerk Harry off until he cums into my fist, moaning as he does so.

"Thank you." Harry mutters hazily, smiling at me gratefully. I pull him into a tight embrace, cuddling the sleepy boy against my chest. I kiss his shoulder lovingly, making him giggle, and snuggle back into my arms more.

Suddenly, the door flies open. I gasp, quickly covering both Harry and my bodies with the blanket. Niall stands in the doorway, simply looking bored. "Mate, some dude is here to see you. Hurry up and get yourselves dressed and get your asses downstairs! Oh, and yeah, we literally heard all of that. You traumatised our guest!" The Irishman says, unfazed by our nakedness, before exiting the door once more, leaving it open just to annoy me.

I groan, resting my head against Harry's back. Harry turns around in my arms, so I'm now resting my head on his chest instead. "Who's here to see you?" He questions curiously, running a hand through my hair. Lazily, I shrug in response. "We should probably get up now." Harry adds, giggling when I groan dramatically. He wriggles out of my arms, crawling out of bed.

"C'mon." Harry instructs, slapping my bum. I grumble some curses, turning around so Harry no longer has access to my ass. "It's time to get up, Lou. Someone's here to see you." He says, grabbing me by the arm.

"Fineeee." I murmur, finally sitting up in bed, running my hands down my face, exhaling tiredly.

We quickly get changed. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, and Harry steals a hoodie, wearing a pair of my loose basketball shorts. "I should probably go soon." Harry realises, as we walk down the stairs, hand in hand, "My sister will be worrying about me."