From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s

Chapter Thirty

[Warning; gay sex - you have been warned] [A/N; important a/n in the end of the chapter, pls read]

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One could say Harry was taken aback by this sudden kiss, although moving his lip in sync with his partner's, he gripped at Louis's waistband of his skinny jeans once again, tugging it downwards, to which Louis replied with letting out a groan, mumbling an almost not audible 'tease' under his breath.

Harry smirk only widened, before pulling Louis's skinny jeans down to his knees, his boxers soon following with. Louis let out out a muted gasp, gripping at Harry's shirt now, "Off," Lou demanded, voice hoarse.

And of course, Harry let the t-shirt fall off of his fit body, revealing his tattoos, and Lou's eyes widened, arching a brow. "Jesus Christ, Harry." he spoke, brushing his knuckles slowly and affectionately over the moth on his abdomen.

Harry beamed at Louis, his dimples showing prominently; "You like it?" he asked lowly, moving his finger down Lou's chest, circling a nipple. To be honest, Harry had always loved his moth tattoo, because either it meant that; moths are attracted to light, which is often associated with truth or spiritual awareness. For some people, a moth tattoo could symbolize similar aspirations. Light is also a symbol for the presence of God, so a moth tattoo might be a display of faith - or - moths are adept navigators at night. A tattoo of a moth could symbolize that the wearer is determined to find their way in life, even when passing through dark times. To Harry, the second option would be what his tattoo meant.

Louis eyed the tattoo closer, admiring; "I love it, Haz. You can tell me the meaning behind it when we're done here," Louis chuckled, furrowing his browns, "also, it's getting a tad cold down there." he pointed down to his naked groin, poking his tongue out at his Haz.

Poor, little, innocent Harry just got onto his knees, looking up at Louis like he was some sort of god- which he was, to Harry. Louis was his sex god on legs. Harry's hot, steady breath colliding with his lenght made Louis get too excited, his length twitching right infront of Harry.

"F-..God darn it, Harry. St-stop being a tease!" Louis scowled, pouting down at Harry.

Harry grinned devilishly at Louis, before giving the head a kitten lick, then twirls his sloppy tongue around the head, making Louis let out an unexpected moan, "Fúck-" Harry had taken him whole just before Louis could exclaim his sentence. Harry bobbed his head up and down the lengthy shaft, gagging as his nose brushed past Lou's pelvis.

Louis had eventually grasped a good handful of curls, tugging lightly at his lover's hair. This making Harry deep-throat Louis even deeper, if that's even possible.

Harry gagged once more, making Louis let out another muted moan, due to the people just outside the door, roaming the halls. Louis moved his watch to infront of his face again, reading it, calculating. "We've got around twenty nine minutes, love."

Harry hummed, muttering a 'good enough for me' under his breath as he removed his head from the length, his pretty pink lips had a small amount of pre-come on them. Harry slipped out of his own pants and underwear, leaving him nude.

Harry moved closer to Louis, his lips had longingly craved for Lou's - so he kissed him, the kissed filled with affection and lust, although Louis broke apart after a short time of kissing, blinking; "I could taste my own semen." Harry pouted, squatting down and grabbed his t-shirt, wiping his mouth, then straightened himself up again, looking like a puppy at Lou.

"I didn't say I didn't like it," Louis grinned, scooting Harry closer to him, their nude bodies colliding, Louis sought to bring his lips upon Harry's again, which Harry happily allowed. Louis sneakily moved his fingers down Harry's chest, pinching a nipple, then down his abs, digging his nails softly into the skin, before he's eventually reach Harry's length, grabbing it slowly, moving his wrist back and forth.