Larry Stylinson Smut

give me what i need

Louis wasn't a man to meet people from the Internet in real life, but here he is, sitting at the bar, waiting for Harry.

It all really started a few days ago.

~Louis was scrolling through twitter, and got a notification. He clicked to see what it was, and it was a favourite on a selfie he posted over a month ago. He clicks on the profile who favourited it, and saw a attractive lad named 'Harry Styles'. He searched around to see if the hand any mutual friends, but they didn't. So Louis tweeted,

'@Harry_Styles like what u see?'

Not a minute later, Louis got a follow, and a reply,

'@Louis_Tomlinson yup, ur real fit. u like dick?'

Louis blushed and thought, 'strew it, I'm out of the closet!' So he cheekily replies,

'@Harry_Styles love it ;)'

Louis smirked as he got a reply in recorded time.

'@Louis_Tomlinson dm me.'

Louis chuckled, and followed Harry. He sent a direct message to him saying,

'hey sexi.'

Louis waited for a reply, then got,

'id fuck u so hard.'

He smiled and replied,

'how do u no im a bottom bitch?'

'i read through ur tweets before. ur a bttm.'

Louis rolled his eyes playfully, and replied,

'ur right. im a cock hungry whore.'

'ever gotten fucked?'

'is that even a question?'

'guess not. wanna see my dick?'

Louis' eyes went big. The question really caught him off guard. But before he could reply, a picture of a huge red cock, with a Prince Albert piercing on the head was sent to him. He literally drools over the sight. He quickly replies,

'i like ur piercing. but that dick would fill my hole too much.'

'itd fit. ur prob loose.'

'nope. tight as a virgin, its a blessing.'

'pic?'

Louis hesitated before standing up, and dropped his pants, and ripped off his shirt. He walked to the bathroom and stood with his back facing the mirror. His left hand spread one of his cheeks wide, and looked over his shoulder, he brought his phone up, and took a picture.

He looked at it, and pressed send. He walked back to his bed, and slipped his pants back on, and hopped on his bed. He got a message from Harry.

'goddam ur arse is amazing! nd ur face is pretty.'

Louis smiled and replied,

'thnx. i like ur face and cock.'

'maybe we can hook up sometime. i wouldnt mind taking a cute twink out... ur in london right?'

'ya.'

'we can go to the mayflower.'

Louis thought over his plans, and concluded he was free all weekend, but before he could reply, Harry sent,

'friday at 7?'

Louis giggled and replied,

'sure.'

xx

The clock on the wall says 7 o'clock, and Harry comes strolling into the bar, he spots Louis, and sits on the stool next to him. He smirks at Louis, and looks him up and down.