Larry Stylinson Smut

feel the burn

"Ok babe, I'm gone," Harry said cheerfully, kissing the top of Louis' fringe.

"Where ya going?" Louis asked, not bothering to look up from his footy game.

"Just got some errands to run, be back in a few hours," Harry explained.

"Mm kay, love you," Louis replied, still engrossed in his game.

"You too," Harry chipped as he walked out the door.

Three hours later...

Louis fell asleep after the game ended and was woken up by Harry stretching his long, lithe body onto Louis'. "Hey you," Louis said, voice scratchy. "You smell...fruity?"

Harry pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Mmm, been to the spa," he admitted. Louis poked his head into Harry's half-open shirt and saw his freshly waxed chest. "OOH I LIKE," Louis admitted, nipping at his chin. "Anywhere else?" Harry tugged down his trousers to reveal his pubic area as bare as a baby's bottom. Louis' dick twitched at the sight.

"Baby you know how much I like this," Louis groaned, hands gripping Harry's bum. "So sexy," he whispered.

"I know, that's why I do it, Lou," Harry admitted softly.

"You're so good to me, baby," Louis replied, hands now under Harry's shirt and brushing across his waist.

Harry nuzzled his chin against Louis'. "Got a bit of a scruffy beard going, love?" he asked, Louis' whiskers tickling his soft face. "Getting a head start on 'No Shave November'?"

Louis chuckled. "Naw, just been too lazy to shave," he admitted.

Harry dragged his index finger down Louis' cheek. "Well I'd like your hairy face on my hairless balls," he admitted.

"You're such a weirdo, Styles," Louis teased.

"Yeah but I'm your weirdo, Tomlinson," Harry reminded him.

"Thank fuck, don't think anyone else would put up with your crazy kinks," Louis said, tickling his side.

"Speaking of that, I did leave one part of my body unwaxed just for you," Harry said stopping Louis' tickles.

"Yeah?" Louis breathed out. They'd tried it before and it turned out disastrous but that was when they first met. Maybe Harry wanted to give it another go?

"Yeah, talked to the aestheticism about it and she explained to me what to do, even showed me a video of it. Said it was probably best to leave it to the professionals but I told her that was one area I wanted in the capable hands of my boyfriend. So she sent me home with a waxing kit and her phone number in case we screw it up," Harry explained. "You up for it?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go," Louis replied eagerly as Harry pulled him off the couch. Ten minutes later they were both naked while the wax warmed in the pot. "You look so pretty, baby," Louis moaned into Harry's soft, clean skin. "Hands and knees for me, love," Louis said, patting his side.

"Lou, put a strip of wax down me arse and press the linen to it, then stretch the skin taut and pull in the opposite direction," Harry explained.

"Okay, babe," Louis replied, lifting the wax from the pot and smearing it on Harry's left arse cheek. Harry flinched as Louis pressed the linen sheet over the hot wax. He yelped when Louis ripped it off.

"FUCK LOU!" he screamed as Louis' linen strip was covered in his arse hair. "Want me to stop?" Louis asked and Harry whimpered out a "no" so Louis dripped the hot wax onto his other bum cheek, pressed the linen to it and RIPPPPPPPPP. Harry collapsed on the bed, red arse screaming for some salve. But it also looked really, really pretty.