Lirry Stayne One Shots

Leather

One night during a concert, Liam gets really horny from seeing Harry in a pair of tight leather shorts and decides to get the pants and even more of the concert.

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"The next question is for Liam," Harry said, glancing back at big screen behind them. He read aloud. "What is your favorite thing about Harry?" The lad from Cheshire raised his eyebrows at Liam, pointing with his free hand for effect.

Now, Liam wasn't much into wanking himself or watching porn every night, but the lad was so close to palming himself, and it was all because of Harry... well, Harry's pants to be more precise. The lad wore a tight pair of red leather pants that framed his ass like the Mona Lisa and Liam caught himself taking peeks a little too often during the concert. He'd been horny ever since they set foot onstage and wasn't about to let Harry get away without getting a piece of his pie.

"I like his pants," Liam said. "I mean, who doesn't love leather?" That earned a few fangasms from the audience, but little did they know what Liam had planned for the lad after the concert.

As the question session went on, Harry made his way over to Liam as inconspicuously as possible and whispered in the lad's ear, "You'll get more than just my pants after the concert," and Liam was too far gone to answer any more questions.

The concert came to a close and the five lads ran offstage, Harry stopping in the wings to wait for Liam. "So, you wanna go to my-" But Liam was too busy kissing the lad the listen.

His hands went straight for Harry's ass, the feeling of the rough leather against his skin making Liam shudder. Harry moaned into Liam's lips, his tongue pushing for entrance into Liam's mouth.

"Get a room, lad's," Niall said, slapping Liam's butt as he walked by.

"My dressing room, five minutes?" Harry asked.

"Deal," Liam said, and the pair separated, each running to their perspective dressing rooms to get ready. Liam quickly stripped out of his plaid shirt and khakis until he was left wearing a wife beater and a pair of tight boxer briefs. Once he was ready, the Brit left his dressing room, hurrying down the hall to meet Harry.

When he opened the door, Liam found Harry fixing his hair in the mirror, the only layer of clothing keeping him away from the lad being a pair of boxer briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "Let's get started," Harry said, and they were kissing again.

Harry slowly lifted Liam's wife beater over his head, separating their lips only to toss the shirt on the floor. Liam had one hand on the younger lad's bum and the other on his length, stroking it slowly and in time with the kiss. Harry slowly moved down Liam's torso, leaving little bite marks all the way down his chest and stopping to suck on the older lad's nipples. Liam was in complete ecstasy, wanking his cock at full speed until a pair of soft lips wrapped around the tip of his length.

Liam's legs grew shaky as Harry pumped the cock, bobbing up and down the ten inches of man hanging stiffly from Liam's crotch. The younger lad started stroking himself, glancing up at Liam with his wide green eyes, begging for him to release into his mouth, for the warmth of cum to trickle down his throat, the sickly sweet smell to travel up his nostrils and send him deeper into ecstasy, and it was moments before Liam spilled his seed, making the lad gag and moan and pleasure.

Harry swallowed the load, a string of cum connecting his lower lip to the eye of Liam's length as he pulled his mouth off. "You taste good," Harry said, smiling lustfully.

"You should wear leather more often," Liam replied, giving the lad a wink as he got up and rummaged through his things until he found a bottle of lube and tossed it to Liam. "What do you want me to do with this?" Liam asked, raising his eyebrows as Harry stripped out of his boxers.

"What do you think?" Harry said, point to his bum. Liam put two and two together before slathering his softening length in the stuff. The older lad came up behind Harry and pushed him against the nearest wall, the tip of his cock hovering over the younger lad's entrance teasingly. "Will you quit teasing and fuck me already?"

"I thought you'd never ask." And Liam forced his length into Harry's bum, making the lad shout in pleasure and pain. Harry's ass was on fire as Liam explored his insides, his thick cock pressing against the walls of his bum. Harry was working his cock furiously now, pressing his bum out from the wall so he could get a good grip of his length. The lad didn't know what kept Liam going for so long: the lube or the thick layer of sweat seeping into his ass, but Harry never wanted it to end. He'd had sex before, but never sex as good as this.

"I-I'm gonna-" Liam started.

"M-Me too," Harry said. "Together?"

"Let's make this good." Liam started to thrust harder and deeper, rimming the lad's bum until-

"We've got the meet and greet in-" Paul appeared in the doorway of Harry's dressing room as the two released in unison, holding back moans as they stood in exasperation. "Meet and greet moved back an hour," Paul shouted out the door, leaning back in to say, "Your welcome," before leaving the boys to their dirty work.