The Worst Intentions (Larry)

13. I'll Flip You Over, Break You Down & Swallow You Up

warning: smut that i'm a lil ashamed of. only a lil tho. ok a lot.

kat you're not allowed to read this.

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Louis hurriedly dragged Harry away from the house after they finished their walk/talk with Matthew, gritting his teeth in annoyance when the other started struggling to get away.

Once he was pretty certain they were far enough, as per Matthew's suggestion, he let go of Harry's wrist and instead gripped tightly onto his shoulders, pushing him roughly against a  gigantic tree that cracked on impact. He smirked, extremely satisfied with the loud hiss that Harry let out. Leaning in till his mouth was inches from Harry's right ear, he laughed wickedly.

"I know you're angry, Harry. Why don't you let it out, hm?" He held on tighter when the other  tried wriggling free again. "Come on, love, I can take it." Harry  straightened up at that so Louis pulled back a little to look at his face, and he wasn't surprised to see the rage burning in his eyes, or the lust. He also wasn't surprised when Harry finally broke away from his embrace and used a burst of wind to shove him backwards, knocking him into another tree a good distance away.

He grinned as he righted himself. "That's a good boy. Let it all out."

Harry growled low in his throat, closing the gap between them and yanking him by the collar till their  faces were centimeters apart. "You make me so fucking crazy. I hate you." Louis' fingers found their way to Harry's hair, slithering into and grasping the loose curls tight enough to rip out. He loved long hair on him.

Biting his own lip and watching as Harry's eyes follow the movement, he says, "Good." With a  lick to Harry's bottom lip, he adds in a seductive tone, "I'm gonna mess you up." Smashing their mouths together so hard that it would knock teeth out in human circumstances, it quickly ends up being more tongue and biting rather than actual kissing, and all the leaves spin around them when the wind picks up again. Louis flips them around so that Harry's back is once more digging into the wood, and the sound of ripping fabric and Harry letting out a deep moan goes straight to Louis' nether regions. The wind comes to an abrupt stop and the leaves start to slowly fall back down.

Though it might look like a beautiful, heart-felt moment from afar, there's not a single trace of  gentleness in anything they're doing. As they take turns slamming each other into any hard surface in sight, Louis wonders why they've never done this before, momentarily mourning the wasted time before he's interrupted by his head being slammed into a large rock that came out of nowhere. His face contorts in discontent and he lets out a grunt as the part he made contact with breaks off and falls to the floor. He makes sure to get Harry back by pushing him so hard into a nearby tree that it actually falls and they go down with it.

(Of course he can read Harry's thoughts and know what he's going to do half a second before he actually does it, but he likes this and he doesn't intend on putting a stop to it anytime in the near future.)

Now laying half on the tree and half on the ground, Louis pins both of Harry's wrists above his head with one hand while simultaneously aligning both of their crotches together. The first roll of his hips shocks the both of them, so much so that Harry momentarily forgets to put up a fight while Louis' grip slackens. Neither of them were expecting mere friction to feel so good, but now that they're aware...

The next thrust has them both moaning loudly and before either of their brains can catch up, their bodies are already moving to a perfect rhythm - the kind that puts lovers who've gotten to know each others bodies over years to shame. At some point they roll entirely onto the floor, various twigs and other items getting stuck in their hair. Harry ends up on top, but Louis still makes sure he has all the control and the younger lets him have it - not without making it difficult for him, though. He inwardly calls for two tree roots and they shoot up under Louis' arms, circling around them then going back into the ground, effectively keeping him firmly in place for the moment. They both love the thought.