Larry Stylinson Mature One Shot

Part 4

Harry panted and gripped the sheets as Louis' digits moved into him. Months without Louis' touch had driven him insane. It was all he could do to hold out. Louis gently licked the underside of his cock as finger pressed into him.

"Lou, please."

Louis drew his fingers from inside of him and crawled until he was kneeling in between Harry's legs. Harry bent his legs. Louis lined himself up and leaned down to kiss Harry one more time before entering him. Harry gasped loudly, his body no longer used to such an intrusion. It hurt like the first time: a pleasant ache that tore him in half in such a way that he never wanted to be mended.

His nails dug into Louis' shoulders as the older man pulled out of him. The ache dulled little by little until it was gone entirely, replace by the overwhelming feeling of Louis filling him. Slowly, Louis moved inside of him, taking care to give him the most pleasure possible.

Their lips came together, some times missing, as their hips connected, grinding against each other.

"Oh, Lou," Harry moaned. His cheek was pressed against Louis', one hand lost in his hair, the other flat on his back. Louis hand glided down Harry's thigh, stopping at his ass and raising him up. His teeth grazed Harry's shoulder.

"Harder," Harry whispered into Louis' ear.

Anyone passing the room would have no idea what was going on inside. The moans were soft, the words were low, spoken only loud enough for them to hear, the gentle rocking of the bed was inaudible to anyone but them. They were alone. This for them, only them.

Louis' pace quickened. Harry's cock swung across his stomach, leaving a trail of pre-come. His stomach began to tighten. He panted harder. Louis kissed his neck. Harry pulled his head up so their eyes met.

Harry moaned. His eye rolled into the back of his head. His head pressed into the pillow; shoulders arched off the bed. His stomach began to loosen and his whole body shuddered.

"Harry," Louis cried, his forehead falling onto Harry. Harry felt Louis' hot seed fill his cavity. "Oh..."

Harry's penis twitched on his stomach as Louis continued to thrust into him, riding out his orgasm. Thick streams of come erupted from his body, covering his stomach and chest.

"Ugh, Lou-is," he panted. Louis' hand gripped him, tugging in time with the now slow and sloppy thrusts. They kissed, each moaning into the other mouth until the touch was too much for both of them and Louis pulled out of him.

Harry turned to his side and attached himself to Louis. Louis wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him close.

"I love you," Louis said.

"Don't leave me again," Harry said.

Louis placed two fingers under Harry's chin and lifted his face. He kissed his lips lightly. "I'm so sorry for what I put you through," Louis said. "I was an idiot, and I intend on spending the rest of my life making it up to you-even if it means we have to run away. I'll never leave you again."

"Okay," Harry said. Harry traced his fingers along Louis chest. They were silent for a few moments.

"We should probably get dressed," Louis said eventually. "Breaking up with someone in a foreign country is bad enough. Finding us like this may be a bit too much for her."

Harry laughed. "Okay," he said. "Shower?"

"Yes, shower."

They both rolled off the bed. Harry walked into the bathroom and started the water. When he turned around, Louis was behind him. Louis grabbed his waist and kissed him.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love you, too."