devotion ➶ larry

eleven

sort of smut ahead?

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It's been three weeks.

Louis has been staying with Harry for three weeks and the older man was sure he was on the edge of hysteria. They have shared more than a few kisses, from goodbyes at the door for when Harry went to work to goodnight kisses from when they're going to bed.

Harry was happy but he still felt as if he should still try and find something about the boy. They have become incredibly close in the short amount of time they have been together and in that time Louis has told Harry how his life used to be like. They would stay up sometimes, the small glow of the moon peering through the window, illuminating their skin in a pale radiance. It would just be Harry, Louis, and the moon.

He knew so much more about the small boy. He knew that his favorite color was a pale blue, his favorite food were French toast, his favorite way to kiss...soft and slowly.

Harry shook his head; he was getting ahead of himself. He finished making their dinner, pasta made from scraps. He hummed along to a song he heard earlier and called Louis into the kitchen just as he was setting the plates on the dining table.

"This looks so good, Harry. Thank you so so much." Louis gushes. That's another thing. He stopped calling him sir a little over the end of his first week stay here. Harry still hasn't gotten over the small incident that happened when they shared their first kiss.

He had felt so undefinably guilty for using the innocent boy for his own disgusting needs. He ended up pushing Louis away and excusing himself for the night. He prompted himself to stay away but it only lasted until later that night when Louis crawled into bed and asked for a goodnight kiss.

It was meant to be a chaste thing, quick and done. But it ended with Harry on top of Louis, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear as he splayed his love out on his sleeve. They haven't done anything past kissing, and Harry intended to keep it that way.

Louis stood on his toes and kissed the older man on his cheek quickly before settling in his newfound seat across from the older man.

They ate in silence, Louis thanking him every so often and Harry welcoming him in any way possible. By the end of the night, they were on the couch watching a comedy movie while Louis played with Harry's hair.

His fingers curled around the strands, smiling softly when Harry looked at him with curious eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Louis asks, his cheeks turning a pretty rosy color.

"You don't have to ask, doll." Harry replies and cups Louis' chin before planting a small kiss on his lips. Louis sighs into the kiss, hands snaking their way around Harry's neck, tugging at his hair with exuberance.

Harry surprises him when he picks Louis up, splaying him across his lap so the small boy is straddling him.

They have been in this comprising position far too many times. It drove Harry insane how fucking innocent the boy was. He didn't know what he was doing to Harry. He didn't know that by moving his hips just an inch haves him thinking of ways to ruin him.

Harry moans into the kiss, bucking his hips up to grind against the small boys crotch. He realizes what he did and gasps, moving away quickly. Louis was blinking at him, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"I--my..." Louis breathes. Harry thinks that maybe Louis is mad at him, maybe he knows what he just did. But then the small boy licks his thin lips and grinds down. Harry lets out a gasp, pulling Louis up swiftly.

"N-No, Har--Daddy. It f-feels good. Please, daddy. It hurts. Please--help me." Harry groans at the words, biting his lip roughly. He wants to--needs to shake his head and let the boy go. He can't do this.

But then Louis is whining, getting out of Harry's grip and grinding down onto his crotch roughly. Harry lets out a rather loud moan, his inhibitions leaving as quickly as they came.

He lifted his hips, sliding their bodies together in a way that should be making Harry feel guilty. But all he can think about is how this beautiful boy is begging for him to help him, to make him come.

Harry doesn't last long, how could he? He hasn't had any type of sexual release in a while and just the noises the small boy is emitting is enough to drive him over the edge.

He comes in his pants with a low moan, fingers digging into Louis' hips, pushing him harder against his cock, the pressure feeling absolutely amazing.

Louis whimpers, hands clutching at Harry's shirt, scratching at his chest obscenely as he grinds down, chasing his orgasm. Harry coaxes him, whispering into his ear about how amazing he is, how beautiful he looks.

"Just let go, kitten. It's alright. I got you."

Suddenly the small boy stills, back arching as he comes, whimpering quietly. He rides out his orgasm, hips swiveling softly until he falls pliant against Harry, face hidden in the crook of his neck.

The older man strokes his back softly, letting him come back to reality. It takes a minute or two but then Louis moves, face centimeters from Harry's. His cheeks were flushed, lips red bitten and hair disheveled. He looked absolutely obscene.

"I...that was--I got dirty--I'm sorry--"

"Lou, princess, it's alright. It's natural." Harry says and Louis lets out a breathe. It all dawns on Harry then. His face pales and he shuffles away from Louis, standing by the couch.

"A-Are you okay, Harry?" Louis asks, staring at him with tired wide eyes.

"I...no. I'm not alright. We uh--we can never do that again, you hear me? It was an accident." Harry says, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly.

"I thought you said...it was natural." Louis squeaks.

"I...Lou. I'm just--I'm trying to do the right thing." Louis stares at him for a moment before answering, his voice timid and shy.

"I'm sorry." Harry's heart breaks and he kneels in front of him, telling him it's not his fault. It's all Harry's.

"Can I...can I still kiss you?" Louis asks. Harry tightens his lips. He has to do the right thing.

"No Lou. You can't."