Larry Stylinson Smut

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

It's an accident, really, that Harry ever found out he liked this, wanted this. The first time it happens, him and Louis are at a club. They're sitting at a booth that they were basically forced to keep tabs on, make sure no one steals it, while they watch Niall grind filthily against Liam.

"I didn't even think Niall liked boys," Harry whispers into Louis' ear.

"Me neither. This is weird as shit."

Harry hums in agreement and sips at his drink. "Maybe it's 'cause he's so drunk. I mean, usually he can handle his liquor, but," he trails off with a shrug.

Louis nods and pulls Harry further into him so he can play with the hairs at the nape of Harry's neck. "Probably drank before we came out, too. Plus, Liam is kind of fit."

Harry squeaks indignantly and turns to Louis with a pout on his lips. "Excuse you. Take it back."

"Well, I wouldn't be interested, but relatively speaking he is quite fit." Harry doesn't seem appeased, though, a frown still on his face and his brows pinched together. Louis kisses him sweetly and runs his thumb over the wrinkles on Harry's forehead until he relaxes. "I only want you, babe, yeah?"

"Yeah, alright," he says and knocks their foreheads together.

A few more drinks later and Harry is decidedly very drunk. He's practically sitting in Louis' lap now with his face buried in Louis' neck so he can suck at the skin there. He runs his fingers lightly along the inseam of Louis' jeans and then grabs onto his thigh, fingertips pressing in, as another wave of arousal courses through him.

Louis keeps tugging on his hair to get him to stop, like he thinks it'll actually help, like he doesn't know it just makes Harry want him more. Harry whines at a particularly hard tug and tries to pitch his hips forward to rut against him, but Louis grabs hold of his waist effectively keeping him still.

"Baby, stop. Not here," he whispers gently into Harry's ear.

Harry just whines into his neck and tries to grind his hips forward again. "Want you, Lou. Please."

Louis tightens his grip and tugs on Harry's hair hard enough to get him to look up. "No, baby, not here. Just wait." Harry groans, frustrated, but drops his head down to Louis' shoulder and stops trying to move his hips forward.

It's ten minutes later when Zayn slides himself into the booth across from them, causing Louis to let out a grateful sigh. "Why's Niall trying to ride Liam on the dance floor?" He asks, one eyebrow quirked.

Harry lifts his head to mouth at Louis' ear and whispers, "wanna ride you, Lou. Wanna- want you."

Louis makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and barely makes out an, "I dunno, mate," before he grabs Harry by the hand and yanks him out of the booth. "Watch the table, yeah?" He calls over his shoulder, not bothering to wait for an answer.

He leads Harry to the back of the club and into the loo, pushes him into one of the empty stalls. As soon as the lock clicks, Harry presses him up against the door and licks his way into Louis' mouth, rutting his hips against one of Louis' thighs. "Please, Louis, please," he pleads into the kiss.

Of course, Louis gives into his pleading and snakes one of his hands in between them and cups his hand around the growing bulge in the front of Harry's trousers. "Gotta be quick, baby." Harry nods frantically and starts rutting up against Louis' hand.

Louis tugs Harry's pants down just enough to get his cock out, licks his hand, and strokes him quickly. It doesn't take long for Harry to get close because he's been wanting so much all night. There's a constant stream of moans and whimpers falling from his lips. He's not being quiet, and Louis doesn't like that. Louis puts his hand over Harry's mouth and presses down against it, effectively muffling his noises.