Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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Here we go. The awaited Thing. 

O.o

The door to their hotel room barely clicked shut before Harry was on Louis, pressing him up against the door, lips frantic, hands desperate. Harry's tugging at his shirt, fingers curling into the damp fabric, breath hot against his jaw as he murmured, "You're so fucking sweet—god, I love you so much."

Louis laughed, but it was cut off when Harry bit at his bottom lip, dragging him into another kiss that's all tongue and teeth and messy. Louis hands go to his waist, fingers digging in as he stumbled them toward the bed, knocking into the desk on the way, sending a bottle of water crashing to the floor. 

Neither of them cared.

"You really liked that, huh?" he teased, voice wrecked, and Harry groaned, yanking at his waistband with trembling fingers.

"You made a whole goddamn album about me, and then you had  to tell thousands of people how much you love me." Harry pushed him down onto the mattress, crawling into his lap. "I wanna kiss you stupid for it."

"So kiss me stupid then, sugar."

Louis' grinning, hands roaming up Harry's thighs, but it faltered when he grind down, pressing their foreheads together. They're both panting, clumsy hands pulling, pushing, peeling clothes away. Louis' shirt got tangled over his head, Harry's hitched up too high, and neither of them could get their mouths to stay in one place long enough to properly kiss, but it doesn't matter.

Before it could go further, Harry pulled back breathlessly, hand placed on Louis chest to keep him down. "My surprise," he whispered, chest heaving, eyes hazy. "Let me go get it." 

"Baby," Louis groaned, flopping back on the bed. "I am hard for you, and you want me to wait?"

"I think you'll like it," was Harry's reason before he kissed Louis and hopped off his lap, heading towards the bathroom and grabbing his bag on the way. "Strip and be ready for me yeah?" Louis raised an eyebrow, some remark on the tip of his tongue before it got swallowed away with a whiny, "Please daddy," from Harry. 

"Fuck," he groaned. 

Harry giggled and disappeared behind the bathroom, ready to get on with his surprise. He had to be quick. Needed to freshen up, everywhere. He wanted to be clean and smooth, smelling of something fruity and delicious. He got his curls prepped with some hair products, getting them nice and silky and bouncy. 

Gone were his concert clothes and instead, he slipped on some lingerie. Red lingerie, Louis' favorite color. He rolled on some thigh high garter socks, all silky and lace, a harsh contrast against his peachy skin. It connected to a garter belt that wrapped around his waist, elongating his body in the best way possible. 

Next was the little mini skirt, almost sheer, barely covering his ass and the panties around his bum. He topped it all off with a little bit of mascara for his eyelashes and some red lipgloss that tinted his lips. 

After spraying spritz over his body and applying lotion, he grabbed his pair of black platform heels and secured them around his ankles. With one last look in the mirror, he let out a deep breath and headed for the door again, opening it up slowly and stepping out into the dimly lit room. 

"You want me, daddy?" Harry said in a sickly sweet and innocent voice, curving his body against the door frame and watching Louis completely gawk at him from the bed. He had to bite back his smirk. 

"Oh, baby," Louis breathed out in pure awe, scooting to the edge of the mattress and eyeing Harry up and down, lingering on the length of his legs before settling on his doe eyes, blinking all innocently as if he isn't a walking fantasy right there in front of him. "You really know how to take my breath away."