Louis loves Harry, with more love than he knew he was capable of. He loves waking up to a mouthful of curls, loves his cinnamon pancakes, and his ardent embraces. He loves the way Harry loves him.
Louis, however, has run into a problem⎯ and that pr...
this took me the entire summer to write, but now it's yours, and i loved every part of writing this! basically what happened was i wrote the first paragraph sometime early may and then all the rest of this i wrote in the past five days. 13K words in barely a week!!!
i'm falling in love with writing fluffy, a bit dramatic but not over the top, one-shots like these, so expect more in the future whenever i get the inspiration! this idea came from watching the films "deliver us from eva" and "drumline." you might see a few scenes from the movie, and dynamics i pulled as well. but that doesn't mean this is an adaption, i was just inspired.
i hope however way you find this fic, it's as enjoyable as it was to write this. happy readings :)
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Louis woke up to what could only be described as heaven; a wet mouth— a divine feeling, wrapped in pleasurable warmth. Louis, for the lack of better word, was getting a blowjob. His favorite thing, especially at the start of the morning.
He's barely processed his surroundings yet, but he can assure he's processed the mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him deeper until he feels Harry's throat blink, clenching around his tip. He breathes out shakily, curling his fingers in the omega's silky hair.
Harry moans, soft and barely audible due to the mouthful, but prominent in the way it sends delirious vibrations down Louis' length. Harry takes his hand away from what Louis assumed was under his gown, based on how wet his fingers were and how the literal smell of his slick made him even harder.
Harry wraps his slick-covered hand around Louis' shaft and starts stroking Louis, suckling on only the head of Louis' cock. Louis' hips buck up, chasing after the wet heat. "Fuck, your mouth."
Harry pulls off, just to quip, "You could do that." Louis narrows his eyes at the younger man, earning a coquettish smile and cheeky dimple. The omega darts his tongue out, swipes the precum dribbling from Louis' slit before sinking him back in his mouth, swallowing him entirely. Harry cups Louis' balls, stroking them gingerly as he drools over Louis' cock.
It takes a few more minutes for Louis to cum, listening to the sound of Harry choking and sputtering around him. His orgasm starts to build up, knot swelling at the tip until Harry pulls off, just in time for Louis' cum to land on his face. Harry purposefully makes a mess with it, watching wondrously as thick ropes pulse out of Louis' cock. He allows some to land outside his mouth, dripping down his lip before he takes Louis back in, all the way to swallow everything he can.
Harry lets Louis' cock fall out of his mouth and squeezes Louis' knot one final time, and more liquid spurts out, touching Harry's cheek.
Louis' eyes flutter shut as he tries to focus on his breathing, gradually calming from his orgasm. He has a habit of coming for a long time, which isn't his fault. If anything, it's Harry's for being so damn good at making him cum in the first place. And of course, Harry being the naturally born narcissist he is, enjoys his ability—far too much. Which always results in him milking the literal fuck out of Louis' dick.
