Larry Stylinson

Larry Stylinson: Home

I lay on the couch, my legs hanging off the edge as I wait for the boys in the dressing room.

Closing my eyes, I take a quick rest, but I'm quickly woken up by the feel of something pressing into my dick.

I jump, my eyes snapping open to see Harry.

What the hell?

"Harry, we can't." I whine as he grips me tighter.

He smirks, palming me through my pants.

"Harry this is wrong."

"Oh, then why does it feel so right?"

I let go, letting him do whatever he wants.

"What about the boys? Where are they?" My voice is strained as he grinds his hips into mine.

"Going to dinner, don't worry darling I locked the door. No interruptions."

I whimper, letting his lean down and kiss me.

His lips are soft and plump.

He quickly dominates me, something new.

"I'm going to take care of you today. Just relax." His voice is hoarse and dead sexy.

It's rare that I see dominate Harry.

And when I do, it's a giant turn on.

I can feel myself hardening under him, my pants becoming too tight.

"Harry, please." I beg him, I can't help myself. It's been so long since we even got to kiss each other, let alone touch.

With all of Modest's stupid rules Harry and I barely see each other.

"Tell me what you want." Harry kisses along my neck, making it hard for me to get words out.

"Fuck me. Hard." And he does.

Sending me spiraling into oblivion with his hands and body.

I struggle to catch my breath, gasping.

A light layer of sweat covers my body and Harry thrusts into me one last hard time before he unravels, coming hard.

"Loui babe, we can't go so long without each other. I can't take it."

"Are you just saying that because of the sex?" Self-conscious is one thing I struggle with when it comes to Harry.

He's famous and bisexual so I could easily loose him to one of his fake girlfriends.

"Louis. I. Love. You. You know that. I will never leave you becuase I'm completely and crazily in love with you, and all your little things." He ends in song and I feel my stomach flip with each word.

"I love you too hazz." He smiles softly at me.

Grabbing my waist he pulls me onto him, and hugs me close.

This is home.

Familiar and safe.

Harry.

Harry is home.