Tan Lines

So full

"Yeah, do it like that, Haz, get me ready. I know how big your cock is and I want you to fuck me with it. I know you'll fuck me good, babe. Shit, I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. Fuck me, please." he begged, grinding himself back harder onto Harry's hand.

"Shit, Lou. I'm gonna fuck you." he breathed, pulling out his fingers.

He quickly shucked off his own shorts, gasping as his throbbing cock broke free and slapped between Louis' arse cheeks. "Don't tease me, Harry," he growled. "Fuck me with it."

Harry spread what was left of the lotion over his cock and pressed the leaking head against Louis' entrance, digging his nails into the cheeks as he pulled them apart. Without any preamble, he pushed himself inside, not stopping until he was in up to the hilt. He had never felt so close to anyone before and he had never felt such a near unbearable tight heat around his cock. He knew this was Louis' first time doing this as well and waited until he was sure he was ready.

"Never felt... so full." Louis panted.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Well, yes, but it's not entirely bad." he ground out. "I-I think you can move now."

"Are you sure? I want this to be good for you, Lou." he murmured evenly, despite the building pressure inside him.

"I'm sure. I know it will be, babe." he said, rocking his body ever so gently. "You're gonna make me feel good with your cock, aren't you? You gonna fuck my tight arse with your big hard cock, Haz?"

"Fuck, Lou. The things you do to me." Harry grunted, drawing himself backwards and watching his cock reappear. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little arse until you can't fucking stand."

He thrust himself back in again, the quicker move igniting sparks of pleasure all over his body. Louis whimpered and clenched around him, dropping to his forearms. The angle opened him up more to Harry's steady rhythm, whose hands still gripped the cheeks that tensed with each pound.

"I need it harder," Louis whined. "Fuck me harder."

Harry instantly obliged, slamming himself in more forcefully, not really aiming for anywhere in particular until he remembered something he read on the internet. He started shifting about on his knees, changing his positioning a few times, knowing there was something more he could do for the boy bent over in front of him. "Fuck! Fuck, Harry. Shit, there. Right there, yes!" Louis cried and Harry knew he had found it.

He aimed for the same place again and again, thrusting deeper and harder, not caring how much the lounger moved with him. "Does my cock feel good, Lou?"

"G-god, yes! So big and so fucking hard."

"You're so fucking hot. You should see yourself right now. All bent over, taking my cock. Shit, Lou."

"Shut up and just fuck me." Louis groaned, grinding himself against Harry's groin every time it slammed against his arse.

Harry didn't need telling twice, his own need overpowering him as he fucked into his best friend, loving the way his balls slapped against him. The sweat was glistening on Louis' back, defining the muscles that tensed there and it was all getting too much.

Louis was getting tighter and tighter around him and he was pushing back against him harder and harder. They were both close and Louis' thighs were trembling with the effort, panted curses pouring from his lips.

"Fuck, Haz. I-I think I'm close."

"Me too. Need to touch your cock. Gonna make you come so hard."

He reached around and wrapped his long fingers around Louis' length, pounding into him harder when he felt just how hard he was. He knew it wouldn't take long as he pumped him in time with his thrusts.

"Fuck! So close, Haz" Louis gasped, fucking into his fist.

"I know, babe. Fuck, you're so tight. So hot and tight."

"Fuck me, Harry. Fucking make me come - fuck, fuck, FU -"

His chanting was stopped short as his voice cut out with the power of his orgasm, spilling over onto Harry's hand fiercely, riding it out in a series of loud moans as Harry continued to fuck into him. Louis' walls were tight around him and feeling his cock still half hard and wet slipping out of his hand and shuddering in the aftermath of his orgasm brought him speedily to his own. He came on a guttural shout of Louis' name and buried himself as deeply as his strength would allow.

He felt Louis' thighs quiver against him again, and pulled out carefully to allow him to ease himself down flat. Once Louis was lying down, Harry slid his fingers down his sides again, but this time to turn him over. Louis took the hint and rolled himself so he was face to face with Harry who now hovered above him. They were both pink and sweaty, but neither had looked more beautiful in the other's eyes.

Harry rested on one elbow, half on and half off of Louis' body, and used his other hand to brush the feathery hair away from his face.

"Hey, Lou?" he said softly.

Louis looked up at him beguilingly, perfectly content. "Yeah?"

Harry smiled and leant down to brush their lips together gently as he spoke. "Are you still worried about tan lines?"