CIA || Larry

6- I'm sorry

Harry groaned and nodded "Are you picking me up?" Louis nodded, so "perfect" Harry whirled around and pushed Louis' body further down, then towards the sofa, his lips connecting with those of the agent, who now had one hand still inside Harry's underwear and the other on his hip.

The younger one began to move his hips in constant movements, forwards and backwards, forming friction between their two erections, both still covered by their trousers, and the two moaned, one in each other's mouths "shall we stay here or go to the room? "

Harry jumped when he felt Louis' hand move, "room, but hurry" Louis nodded and got up from the sofa, running towards the corridor, straight towards the room.

Once in the corridor, Harry, eager to touch and feel Louis' skin on his own, grabbed Louis by the shoulders and pushed him against the wall. His back hit the wall and Harry lunged for his lips, biting his upper lip, hands cupping his face.

They finally managed, with much difficulty, to get to the bedroom, so Harry pushed him onto the mattress and climbed onto his body, straddling him. After a small nod, Harry brought his hands to the elastic of Louis' trousers and took them off. The latter raised his weist upwards, so as to help him at least with that and not create too many problems for him.

Harry then threw himself back on top of Louis, blindly lowering his boxers without even looking, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. Harry thought he was already spending too much time, so he took off his clothes too, throwing them on the floor without worrying too much.

He then lowered his torso and, his eyes focused on Louis's, brought his tongue out and passed it completely over his erection, Louis closing his eyes from the pleasure "this is- this is the last time, though" he said barely "then that's enough"

Harry nodded, "then that's enough, of course" he said, before taking in Louis' tip completely.

The latter gritted his teeth "holy fucking shit" He exclaimed, bringing a hand between Harry's curls, squeezing them between his fingers, gradually pushing his head downwards.

Harry laughed and pulled his lips away, forming a smacking sound with them "such sinful words, do you pray with that mouth?"

"No, do you?"

"Sometimes," he shrugged, "but I use it more to do something else, and that also requires me to be on my knees," and that was how Louis died that day.

Goodbye.

"You're a shithead," he told him, groaning. Harry smiled innocently and looked him straight in the eyes as he moved further and further down on his erection. He could feel the tip of his dick touching the end of Harry's throat, while his lips barely touched his pubic hair. Louis was a mess, he probably didn't even remember his own name at that moment. "I want-" he swallowed a glob of saliva "I want to fuck you"

"No, you won't" Harry replied. He brought his tongue to the tip of Louis' cock and traced the path with it from that point to his left nipple, licking it and then sucking it, even nibbling it "I'll be the one in charge today, and you'll be my little play toy" he laughed, kissing the part of skin that was between the two pecs, going further and further down, as he brought his fingers towards his entrance, starting to scissor inside himself, bringing himself pleasure, Louis' moans sounding like porn coming sent to the background.

It was like torture for him, that moment. He was horny, damn horny, he needed some friction, he needed to touch himself, but he couldn't because Harry's body was on him and he wouldn't let him. It hurt, but at the same time, it was damn arousing the way Harry moved, so sure of himself.

"Please-" he begged him, he needed to come, he felt the physical need to take him and fuck him on every surface of that room, and then to look at him and take care of him "please, touch me, I can't take it anymore"