Larry Smut

Taking Revenge

"Hows this , Larry is the biggest load of bullsh*t I've ever heard. I'm happy why can't you accept that."

Harry stood outside the door to his and Louis' home, reading the tweet over and over, trying to process it. It felt as if his eyes were decieving him- this couldn't have been from Louis, right? Not his Louis? Surely some other Louis underscore Tomlinson?

Harry sighed and ran a hand over his face. Well then. He had wanted to come home and make sweet love to his man, but this... this changed everything. Harry pocketed his phone and unlocked the door in front of him. "Louis," he called out, his voice low and serious. Louis appeared around the corner a moment later in his sweatpants and hoodie, his eyes wet.

"Harry," he started, "I-"

"Save it." Harry approached him in three swift strides and pushed him, making him stumble until his back hit the wall. Louis let out a small noise and frowned up at Harry. Harry pressed himself to Louis' front firmly. "So, bullsh*t, huh?" He grabbed onto Louis' wrists tightly, so tight that Louis winced at the pain, and pinned his hands above his head. "We're bullsh*t, now, are we?"

"Harry," Louis breathed, "if you just let me explain-"

"I don't think I will, thanks." Harry worked his jaw in anger. "The thought that this would even be remotely okay for you-"

"That's the thing, it's not-"

"I didn't tell you to speak." Harry looked Louis in the eyes, ignoring the pain he saw in them, and stared hard. "You don't speak unless I tell you to speak. Understood?"

Louis nodded quickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Harry pushed Louis' hands into the wall with more purpose. "Now, since all of this is nothing but bullsh*t to you, you won't have a problem with me having my way with you, I'm guessing? Good." Harry didn't wait for an answer as he dipped down and kissed Louis' neck roughly. Louis gasped and tilted his head back, closing his eyes tightly. Harry sucked and bit at the exposed skin, not caring about how Louis winced from the harshness, not caring whether he left swollen marks, marks that turned purple as blood welled up underneath them.

Harry was hurt, and he was going to make sure Louis felt every single bit of it.

He pressed a leg in between Louis', pressing it into his crotch heavily. Louis gasped and pressed back, his skin shivering underneath Harry's touch. Harry rubbed his leg over Louis' c*ck, hardening him up as he continued to bite and tear at Louis neck, then at his clavicles and upper chest. He put both of Louis' wrists in one of his hands and used his other to pull Louis' collar down. He pulled harsher than intended, and a loud tearing noise filled the room, Louis' shirt completely ripped down the middle all the way to his stomach. Harry paid no attention to this, opting instead to lean down and press his teeth into Louis' exposed skin as he continued to work his leg against Louis' c*ck.

Louis was terrified. He'd expected, from the moment he saw the tweet- the tweet that he himself didn't even write- that Harry would be furious with him, regardless of who wrote it. He expected that Harry would come home and they would fight, he knew they'd possibly end up ignoring each other for the next few days. He didn't expect this reaction at all. He didn't expect to be forced into the wall, hands above his head, completely sumbissive. Harry moved his hand down Louis' body until he reached the hem of Louis' sweatpants, dipping his fingers underneath and running them along Louis' hip. Louis closed his eyes and moaned- he loved it when Harry touched him there.

Harry plunged his hand into Louis' pants completely, taking ahold of his warm c*ck and holding it tightly. Louis moaned and arched up into the hold, biting his lip and moaning. Harry began pumping his hand up and down slowly, sliding his calloused palm over the sensitive skin of Louis' c*ck. Louis writhed against the wall as he tried to create more friction.