Larry Smut

On The Phone

It was something about Louis that always made Harry incredibly hard.

He didn't know what it was- maybe it was his jaw, that chisled bone structure that was so sharp it could slice through the space-time continuim. Harry loved his jaw.

Or maybe, it was his lips, so soft looking and pink and just waiting to be kissed.

Or maybe, and oh sh*t, this one really turned Harry on, it was his arms- those biceps that made Harry whimper when he flexed. Because f*ck, Louis had some nice biceps.

Either way, Harry only needed to look at Louis once before he was rock-hard in his jeans. Which was exactly what took place. Louis had just stepped from the shower, and it was bad enough Harry was already half hard just from thinking about him, but seeing his wet skin and tummy made him simply lose it.

And now Harry was bent over the kitchen table, moaning low as Louis drilled into him. He had his hands on Harry's hips and held him tight as he f*cked him, breathing hard over him. Harry wanted to turn around and watch him, wanted to see his lips parted as he breathed, wanted to see the flush that flared on his cheeks. But the friction was so good, and Louis' size never failed to make Harry shudder in pleasure.

"Louis... ohh..." Harry lowered his head as Louis slid in and out of him in a rapid pace. "More, Louis, f*ck me more..."

"Sh*t..." Louis could barely breathe from f*cking Harry so hard. Seeing him turned on at the drop of a hat was what Louis lived for, and as good as their kitchen-table sex was at the moment, he knew how to make it even better.

With difficulty, he forced himself to slow down and pull out of Harry, causing the younger boy to moan and whimper simultaneously. He bent down at stuck his hand in Harry's pants pocket, which were pooled at his ankles, and stood up. "Time to make a call," he said lowly, tossing the phone on the table in front of Harry.

Harry moaned as he stared at the Iphone. He loved this game. "Sh*t, Lou, yes..." Harry reached for the phone with shaky fingers as Louis slid into him once more.

"Call your mum," Louis half-spoke, half-moaned. "F*ck, you're so tight..."

Harry scrolled through his phone, fighting to keep himself from moaning as he pulled up her number and called her. It rang three times before she answered.

"Hey, Harry!"

"Hi mum!" Harry hoped the weakness in his voice wasn't noticeable on the other end of the phone. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm good, just got off the phone with your sister actually and.."

Harry bowed his head and listened best he could as Louis gripped his hips and pumped into him with long, deep thrusts. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to moan out loudly.

"...so anyway, that was my day. How are you doing? It's been so long since I've seen my baby boy, I miss you!"

"U-um, I've been...." he breathed. "I've been good. Really good..." he put the phone down on the table, hoping she couldn't hear. He turned to look at Louis. "She called me her baby boy."

Louis moaned, loud and low, and Harry bit his lip. "Tell her that her baby boy is getting the life f*cked out of him right now, f*ck."

"Sh*t, Louis...." Harry brought the phone back to his ear. "Sorry Mum, the telly distracted me."

"It's alright!" she said cheerily. "So how's work?"

"Work?" Harry's voice was unnaturally high. "It's good, um..." he brought the phone away from his ear to let out a moan he couldn't keep in. Louis laughed and shifted his footing. A moment later, Harry cried out as Louis' c*ck slid against his prostate.