Pairing~Larry | Louis/Harry
Rating~Mature
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It was something about Louis that always made Harry incredibly hard.
He didn't know what it was- maybe it was his jaw, that chisled bone structure that was so sharp it could slice through the space-time continuim. Harry loved his jaw.
Or maybe, it was his lips, so soft looking and pink and just waiting to be kissed.
Or maybe, and oh shit, this one really turned Harry on, it was his arms- those biceps that made Harry whimper when he flexed. Because fuck, Louis had some nice biceps.
Either way, Harry only needed to look at Louis once before he was rock-hard in his jeans. Which was exactly what took place. Louis had just stepped from the shower, and it was bad enough Harry was already half hard just from thinking about him, but seeing his wet skin and tummy made him simply lose it.
And now Harry was bent over the kitchen table, moaning low as Louis drilled into him. He had his hands on Harry's hips and held him tight as he fucked him, breathing hard over him. Harry wanted to turn around and watch him, wanted to see his lips parted as he breathed, wanted to see the flush that flared on his cheeks. But the friction was so good, and Louis' size never failed to make Harry shudder in pleasure.
"Louis... ohh..." Harry lowered his head as Louis slid in and out of him in a rapid pace. "More, Louis, fuck me more..."
"Shit..." Louis could barely breathe from fucking Harry so hard. Seeing him turned on at the drop of a hat was what Louis lived for, and as good as their kitchen-table sex was at the moment, he knew how to make it even better.
With difficulty, he forced himself to slow down and pull out of Harry, causing the younger boy to moan and whimper simultaneously. He bent down at stuck his hand in Harry's pants pocket, which were pooled at his ankles, and stood up. "Time to make a call," he said lowly, tossing the phone on the table in front of Harry.
Harry moaned as he stared at the Iphone. He loved this game. "Shit, Lou, yes..." Harry reached for the phone with shaky fingers as Louis slid into him once more.
"Call your mum," Louis half-spoke, half-moaned. "Fuck, you're so tight..."
Harry scrolled through his phone, fighting to keep himself from moaning as he pulled up her number and called her. It rang three times before she answered.
"Hey, Harry!"
"Hi mum!" Harry hoped the weakness in his voice wasn't noticeable on the other end of the phone. "How are you?"
"Oh, I'm good, just got off the phone with your sister actually and.."
Harry bowed his head and listened best he could as Louis gripped his hips and pumped into him with long, deep thrusts. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to moan out loudly.
"...so anyway, that was my day. How are you doing? It's been so long since I've seen my baby boy, I miss you!"
"U-um, I've been...." he breathed. "I've been good. Really good..." he put the phone down on the table, hoping she couldn't hear. He turned to look at Louis. "She called me her baby boy."
Louis moaned, loud and low, and Harry bit his lip. "Tell her that her baby boy is getting the life fucked out of him right now, fuck."
"Shit, Louis...." Harry brought the phone back to his ear. "Sorry Mum, the telly distracted me."
"It's alright!" she said cheerily. "So how's work?"
"Work?" Harry's voice was unnaturally high. "It's good, um..." he brought the phone away from his ear to let out a moan he couldn't keep in. Louis laughed and shifted his footing. A moment later, Harry cried out as Louis' cock slid against his prostate.
"Talk to her," Louis moaned. Harry shuddered and picked the phone up again.
"Harry! I said are you there?!"
"I'm, yeah, shit, I'm here!" Harry fucked back onto Louis' cock twice, knowing Louis would catch the hint. He did, and a moment later he began to pull Harry back onto his cock, fucking into his prostate. "I'm right here, Mum!"
"Harry, are you okay?" she said, concerned. "You sound like you're in pain!"
"She thinks I'm in pain!" Harry breathed to Louis. Louis spread Harry's legs further apart and pulled his ass back onto his cock, the sound of their skin slapping filling the air.
"Tell her it hurts but you like it," Louis moaned.
Harry whimpered, though he really wanted to cry out because Louis was fucking him like there was no tomorrow, and brought the phone back to his ear.
"Mum, no," Harry tried to keep his voice normal. He was pretty sure he failed. "I'm fine, I just....my god..."
"Harry!" She sounded genuinely concerned, and Harry suddenly felt bad for calling. "Are you sure, you don't sound okay!"
"What's she's saying?" Louis asked.
"She doesn't.... oh, fuck... she doesn't think I'm okay."
"Tell her how hard I'm fucking you, Harry."
"Shit, Lou!" Harry cried out as he found his prostate once more. He brought the phone to his ear once more. "Mum, you there?"
"Is Louis with you?" she all but yelled. "Are you hurt?"
"No... no, Mum, I'm fine, Louis' here, it's..." He put his hand over his mouth and stifled a moan. "It's fine!"
Louis pulled out of him and stood back. "Turn around, lay on the table."
Harry moaned quietly, disguising it as a sigh, and did as he was told. Louis waited until he was on the table to pull his ass closer to the edge, line up his cock, and push it back inside. Harry's breathing shuddered and he closed his eyes. His mom had begun to talk once more, and Harry fought to listen. He looked up at Louis, his lips parted and cheeks flushed as he fucked him.
"You look so fucking good from here," Louis moaned. "So fucking dirty. Talking to your mum while I fuck you.."
"Harry?" she called out, stealing his attention.
"Yeah!" Harry's voice was high as he watched Louis fuck him.
"What the hell is going on?"
"You like it when I fuck you when you're talking to your mum?" Louis teased, sliding his cock in and out quickly. "You like being her baby boy getting fucked by me?"
Harry bit his lip and nearly threw his phone as Louis wrapped a hand around his cock. He jerked up into it and turned back to his mother. "Nothing's going on!" Harry lied. "Louis' just... he's just tickling me, he won't stop-"
"Don't want me to stop, do you?" Louis growled. "Like it when I 'tickle' you, don't you Harry?"
Harry pulled the phone from his ear. "Shit, fuck, ah, dammit, Louis, right there, right thre, fuck me, don't stop, I'm gonna.. shit, ah, shit.."
"Well, tell him to stop," Anne laughed. Harry fought a moan as Louis pulled him onto his cock again, harder than before. He then leaned down and licked small stripes all along Harry's torso, nibbling softly on the skin.
"Okay... Louis... Mum says..." Harry pulled the phone away once more and moaned as Louis flicked his tongue over his nipples. "Shit Louis. Shit!"
"What's she saying," Louis muttered in Harry's ear. Harry put the phone up to his other ear and sighed.
"Mum?"
"I'm worried about you, Harry," she said lowly.
"She's worried over me," Harry whispered, then "Don't be Mum, Lou's here, I'm okay..." He covered his mouth and moaned again.
"You want to come on the phone with your mum?" Louis moaned in Harry's ear. "Come for me, babe, let your mum hear what you sound like when I make you come."
Harry shuddered and put the phone back to his ear. "A-anyways, as I was saying before, work is... work is.. shit, Lou, fuck- work is... AHH!!"
Harry pulled the phone from his ear and tossed it across the room, shuddering as he came hard on both their stomachs, arching off the table. Louis growled in his ear and came seconds later- watching Harry, good little Harry, be so bad was all he could take.
"Shit, Haz, fuck," Louis continued to pump into him as they flew through their orgasms. "You sounded so fucking dirty on the phone..."
"That's because I'm your slut," Harry moaned, letting himself collapse onto the table. "Fuck, Louis."
Louis plopped down onto Harry's spent body, his own in an identical position. He vaguely wondered if Anne was still on the phone, worried about her baby boy.
"You were great," he said, pulling out of Harry. "So fucking great."
"That's the best game we'd ever come up with," Harry sighed, sitting up slowly and letting Louis pull his pants up. "We should do someone else.
"We should do someone at Modest," Louis yawned. "But later. Come to bed with me."
Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' back as they walked to the room. "Will you let me rim you to sleep?"
Louis sighed and licked his lips. "Gladly".
