"Nineteen" (A Smutty Larry boyxboy One-Shot) COMPLETE

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"Mmm, it would be quicker to tell you what doesn’t happen,” Harry mused coyly as he sat up and rested his palms on Louis’ hips, tugging Louis to his knees and pulling him into his bare torso, “but it always starts off like this….”

Harry pressed his full lips to Louis’ just as a streak of lightning lit up the tumultuous evening sky, Harry’s surprisingly tender kiss lighting up Louis’ entirety brighter and hotter than the sun.

Whatever trivial misgivings or negative thoughts he harbored against Harry seemed to dissipate when Harry snaked his toned arms under Louis’ shirt and clutched at his back as Louis deepened the kiss, yearning for more. Louis had his fair share of steamy make out sessions and haphazard, meaningless fucks before, but with Harry it was different; in Harry’s embrace Louis felt giddy, excited, wanted.

"What happens next, in your dreams?" Louis asked breathlessly when they parted briefly for air as he nuzzled his nose against Harry’s, biting his swollen bottom lip upon feeling Harry’s hardening cock pressed to his.

"Nothing that could possibly compare to having you with me right here, right now, Louis," Harry answered quietly before stripping Louis of his shirt and guiding Louis’ hands from Harry’s hair to his chest, dropping his arms to his sides and leaving Louis to explore his tattooed body on his own.

Louis was speechless as he marveled at Harry’s unbelievable beauty, in awe of how absolutely perfect he looked. Harry closed his eyes as Louis traced over every splash of black ink, defined muscle, and area of exposed flesh that Harry possessed.

"Now I’m afraid I might be the one dreaming," Louis murmured when he paused over Harry’s swallows before leaning forward and pressing his cheek to the smooth skin there, not daring to move as he listened to the steady sound of Harry’s breathing and felt the strong thump of his beating heart.

Harry chuckled and ran his fingers though Louis’ hair as he tilted his chin up and kissed his lips softly. “Then I’ll make sure it’s the best dream you’ve ever had,” Harry promised in a husky tone before taking Louis by the curve of his lower back and laying him down on the pile of old blankets, Harry’s hands dragging across either side of the boy’s chest as he kissed his way down Louis’ squirming form. “I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”

Louis lifted his hips and kicked off his shorts with Harry’s assistance, whining when Harry stopped right where Louis’ happy trail met the waistband of his boxers as Harry’s warm breath hit his tingling flesh.

"I bet your cock tastes like fucking heaven," Harry teased before ran his tongue from the base of Louis’ shaft to the tip of his head, Louis’ cock twitching anxiously under the thin fabric.

Louis could scarcely believe his eyes when Harry tugged his boxers down to his thighs before taking Louis’ length in his hand and hovering over his slick tip. He was amazed at how hot and wet Harry’s mouth was as his tongue swirled around his head, Harry’s cheeks hollowed and sealed around his cock.

Louis decided he could watch Harry suck him off all day, every day. Louis marveled at the way Harry’s lids closed in pleasure as his still damp curls tickled his abdomen when Harry took Louis as far as he could in his mouth without gagging, Louis’s hips thrusting up to meet Harry’s eager motions.

In that moment, Louis would have given anything to be able to photograph Harry. Not because he wanted to always remember the best blowjob he’d ever received, but because of how unbelievably beautiful Harry was.

Louis never wanted to forget the way Harry’s eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked up at him through hooded lids, and how his tattoos appeared to come alive as they changed and rippled with Harry’s movements. He wanted to capture the impossibly deep pink color of Harry’s lips wrapped around his cock and the dimples that showed themselves in his bright smile when Harry caught Louis staring at him, unblinking.

"What?" Harry posed tentatively when Louis seemed to stop breathing, Harry’s hand making up for the pleasure his mouth momentarily stopped providing.

"Nothing," Louis whispered after several seconds of silence, caught off guard by the surge of unfamiliar feelings suddenly sweeping through him.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest as he sat back and quirked a skeptical brow at Louis’ obvious lie. “Bullshit. Spill it, or I won’t let you spill it,” he said as he glanced pointedly at Louis’ erection, making it clear he had no intention of going any further until Louis told Harry what he was thinking.

"It’s nothing, honestly," Louis reasoned as he reached out towards Harry, but Harry was having none of it.

"Ugh, fine," Louis sighed as he laid back down with a flop, covering his face with his hands as he mumbled incoherently.

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