Louis can't recall how he ended up here exactly, back straining against his bedroom door with Harry's head bobbing between his thighs.
He tries to backtrack. They'd been playing their first home game of the season against a ridiculously good Manchester team. They'd been down until the middle of their second half before Louis had kicked it into gear and scored a goal. And then Harry had sealed the deal on an assist by Louis with a few minutes remaining and stolen the win. The rest of the team had been more than impressed, even Zayn, who'd slapped hands with Harry and congratulated him, much to Louis' pleasant surprise.
Louis can barely remember the whirlwind from the celebration on the field to Harry dragging him through the parking lot, insisting they bypass the locker rooms and go straight back to the complex. Louis had been too high from adrenaline to question the recklessness of it. He'd let Harry pull him to his and Niall's flat (it was closer) and all but drag him into his room by the front of his jersey, his bedroom door being closed by way of his body being pushed back into it.
Louis had only stood there, preparing for Harry's lips and hands to come crashing down on him. He'd only been half-right though. Harry had swayed in front of him, eyes dark and blown before sinking slowly to his knees.
Louis' mouth had fallen open, heart hammering in his chest. And at that point he couldn't tell what was adrenaline and what was nervous anticipation. Harry hadn't spoken, his eyes silently asking if it was okay and Louis had only been able to make an embarrassing choked sound in the back of his throat. Harry had assumed the invitation, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Louis' football shorts and pulling them down, his jock strap following shortly thereafter.
Harry's mouth is fucking amazing, Louis decides. He can't take his eyes away as Harry continues swallowing him down, over and over even after several minutes have passed. He never loses enthusiasm either, lips stretched around him and swollen from the exertion.
"Fuck, Harry. Fuck."
Louis had been so overwhelmed with Harry's hands the last few weeks he hadn't thought about what this might be like. Well, that's a lie. He'd thought about it. You can only practice the art of handjobs for so long before your mind starts wandering. And it's not like he's a virgin to a decent blowjob. But this is Harry and whatever he's doing right now is so beyond just decent that Louis doesn't know why he was ever nervous about them doing this. So, yes, he'd thought about having Harry's mouth before this. He'd even thought of doing this to Harry in return, but that one had made him a little nervous. But he'd wanted to. A lot. Even though he has next to no idea how to do it properly.
Harry's a nice example to watch though, his mouth and hands sliding expertly up and down Louis' cock, taking him in deep and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. The heat and suction of his mouth is overwhelming and Louis' head swims with how fucking amazing it feels, knocking against the wood of his door harshly several times when that familiar coil in his belly starts tightening. He's trying to take mental notes in the part of his brain that isn't consumed with HarryHarryHarry and OhGodHarry'sMouth. But he somehow doubts he could ever do it this well, even if he learned every nuance of Harry's technique.
"Fuck, Haz. I'm gonna..."
Harry hums encouraging around him. He pulls off and pumps Louis quickly before taking just the head of him back inside. Seconds later Louis comes harder than he ever has it feels like, hand flying down to Harry's hair and gripping it tightly as he spills into his mouth.
"Are you trying...to kill me?" he pants, eyes falling down to Harry as the boy wipes his mouth clean.
Harry only head-butts his pelvis gently, smiling against the skin there.
