Larry Stylinson One Shots

Beneath The Rivalry (P.3)

This one's a long one so buckle up
Word count: 3797

Louis and Harry had gone on their date, and had their first kiss on a Saturday, and school had done an off week for the upcoming week. That meant that Louis and Harry had 8 days to explore a relationship.

It went absolutely wonderfully. They got to know each other inside and out, talking and figuring out how they were going to make this work.

They kept getting distracted though. By what? Well, each other.

"Hey babe can you pass the remote?" Louis asked. "Yeah sure" Harry said as he handed it to Louis. They were in the couch in Louis' living room, just chatting.

Harry handed it to Louis, tugging it back gently and giggling when Louis bent over, making it so Louis was under Harry, with Harry hovering over him.

Louis let out a low chuckle, his voice thick and teasing as Harry shifted on top of him, their playful banter dissipating into something far more charged. The air between them was heavy, crackling with tension, and when Harry's green eyes flickered down to Louis's mouth, he didn't bother to hide the desire simmering just below the surface.

Without a word, Harry leaned in, brushing their lips together softly, but Louis wasn't having it. His hand tangled in Harry's curls, tugging him closer as he took control of the kiss. What started as tentative quickly turned into something fiery. Louis slid his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, teasing, coaxing, until Harry gasped against him, opening up. Their tongues met, a clash of heat and want, and Louis swallowed Harry's quiet whimper like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

As the kiss deepened, Louis shifted his body beneath Harry, sliding one of his legs between Harry's thighs. The movement was deliberate, the pressure just enough to draw a sharp, breathy moan from Harry that sent a pulse of heat straight through Louis. Grinning against his lips, Louis tilted his head to deepen the kiss further, biting gently on Harry's bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.

Harry's hands scrambled against Louis's chest, gripping his shirt desperately as his hips instinctively pressed down against Louis's thigh. The friction pulled a low groan from Louis's throat, his hands gripping Harry's waist firmly, guiding him, encouraging him.

"God, Harry," Louis rasped against his mouth, his voice thick with desire as his fingers slid under the hem of Harry's shirt, brushing against soft, warm skin. The contact made Harry shiver, his body arching into Louis, seeking more of his touch.

Harry tugged at Louis's hair, their kisses growing hungrier, messier. Louis's lips left Harry's briefly, trailing down his jaw and along the curve of his neck, where he bit down just enough to make Harry gasp and clutch at him tighter.

"Fuck, Louis," Harry whispered, his voice trembling, his hips shifting against Louis's leg again. Louis's smirk was pure heat as he returned to Harry's mouth, capturing his lips with a kiss so demanding it left them both breathless.

When they finally broke apart, their chests were heaving, their faces flushed, lips red and swollen. Louis reached up, brushing his thumb over Harry's kiss-bruised mouth, his own lips curving into a wicked grin.

"You're driving me mad, you know that?" he murmured, his voice low and rough as he slid his leg ever so slightly against Harry, just to hear the soft, breathless sound it drew from him. "But I don't think I'll ever want you to stop."

And before Harry could respond, Louis pulled him back down, their mouths colliding once more in a kiss that promised neither of them would be letting go anytime soon.

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That was Thursday, it was now Monday morning, where they would be returning to school, as a couple this time. Saying they were nervous would be an understatement.