Do You See What I See? - Larry Stylinson Smut One Shot

Well, I usually don't like the idea of Harry topping, but this fic takes the cake.  WARNING: SMUT, GAY SEX, RAW SEX, ALL THAT GOOD STUFF. I don't own one direction but some pretty kinky shit would go down if I did. Don't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy!~

"No, no, no!" Louis huffed in annoyance, ripping clothing items out of his closet furiously. "Well, of course you couldn't fit this, Lou, you're too pudgy!" he scolded himself. He had thrown about half of his closet if not more to the floor. "Why can't I just be better looking?" he sighed in defeat and sat on his bed to take deep breaths. "I don't understand," he started, before his eyes began to glaze over with tears. He was only in a pair of skinny jeans that he thought made his thighs look doughy and disgusting, but it was the only pair that wasn't in the wash. He looked in the mirror as the tears stained his tan skin and pushed his caramel fringe out of his pastel eyes. As he took in every inch of his body the feeling of utter repulse became too much and he dropped down to his knees. He held his head in the ball of his palms and sobbed uncontrollably. "Lou?" a voice that seemed slightly distant called out to him. Sighing, assuming he was hearing things, shook it off, after all, who would care about somebody like him? A nobody. An irrelevant mess. "Louis?" the voice called out for him again, this time, hesitant, worried, hurt. "Harry?" he responded, taking in the familiarity of him. Footsteps could be heard and the sound traveled closer by the second, Harry's feet picking up the pace as he rushed to find this angel broken to bits on the floor. Louis suddenly realized he was only in a pair of skinny jeans and quickly covered his tummy with his slender arms. "Please go." he pleaded, not wanting his love to see him in this state. Ignoring his remark, Harry only inched closer before enclosing the smaller boy in his sturdy arms and burying his chin in the crook of his neck. He stroked his morning, bed head hair and wiped the drying tears away, which did no good, because Louis only began to sob more momentarily. "What's wrong. baby?" Harry whispered, grabbing his wrists and pulling the other's arms away from his torso. Louis looked up at him with so much sadness in his eyes it could break anyone's heart and grabbed at his belly. He poked at the fat and sighed. "Pudgy." was all he could make out. "This?" he asked, in regards of the older boy's belly. "Mhm." Louis whined before his other half removed himself and climbed over his figure so he was facing the older boy. "Shh." Harry sighed, attempting to calm him down as he placed his strong hand on the back of his neck, the other on his back, leaning him back so his head laid perfectly on the edge of the mattress. With that, harry knelt down and peppered kisses all alongside Louis' toned tummy, rubbing his thumb pads on his hip bones in a soothing motion as the other boy fell apart in result of his milky touch. Harry then tugged down Louis' jeans gently, keeping in mind he was not the one to be pleased today, his job was to make Louis feel loved. Feel safe. "Harry," he started, and looked up at him with hazy eyes, his fringe perfectly framing his entire face. "So beautiful, my baby," he continued "My angel." he murmured, placing tender kisses along the waistband of the Lou's boxers. "Why?" Louis muttered, glancing up at the sight before him with confused eyes. "Why do you love me? I look like that pastry dough boy on the cinnamon roll can, I have so many rolls, you don't want to see those. You're so perfect, why would you choose someone like me? I'm nobody." he choked out as steamy tears rolled down his perfectly sculpted cheeks. Harry took his hands into Louis' and brushed his thumb over the dainty knuckles in a calmative motion. "Because I love you and you're perfect, and I'm going to show you that." Louis heaved as he was suddenly whisked up from the comfortable position and placed in front of a mirror. "You must know you're beautiful. How could someone like you be so oblivious to it?" and with that, his boxers were pulled down forcefully and around his ankles, allowing his erection to spring up. Louis squealed as the cold air hit his reddened tip in which was leaking pre-cum. Louis tilted his head back in confusion and covered his cock with his petit hands, which were not enough to cover his little friend at all. Harry shushed him a second time, and removed his hands, and tilted the embarrassed boy's head to face the mirror with a slight push of his index finger. "Look at how pretty you are, Lou." he heard him say faintly, as he stared at himself in the squeaky clean mirror before his eyes fluttered shut under the sensation of the tattoos on his chest being traced delicately. "Please love me." he whimpered. "Hmm?" Harry replied lost in the motions of outlining the words permanently written in the soft skin. "Make love to me, Harry. Please." he cried out, desperate for anything to make him feel worth something more than a speck of dirt under someone's shoe. "You don't have to tell me twice." he replied cheekily before swiping his palm against his lovers jaw line. "Where's the lube, baby?" he coaxed, before receiving a needy reply within seconds. "Left drawer on the left." he heaved as Harry reached over before grabbing the bottle and popping the cap, before setting it on the floor so he could remove his jeans. Before he knew what hit him, a fragile boy was popping the buttons and yanking them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang free and he recoiled and then moaned at the sudden air. "Eager beaver?" he asked, smiling. "I love you." he said, before a pair of lips were pressed to his. He then went back to slicking up his fingers with lubricant and making sure his cock was fully coated. "No prep." Louis muttered. Harry gasped in shock. "Love, are you sure? We've never gone without prep. I don't want to hurt you." he worriedly responded. "I'm positive. I want to feel you stretch me out." Louis smirked into his answer. "Okay." he shushed as he nibbled on his ear and pushed a few strands of hair behind it and tilted his head towards the mirror. "Don't take your eyes off this mirror, baby. I want you to see how much of a pretty little boy you are." and with that, Harry thrusted his full length into Louis. The older boy watched himself through the mirror as his face twisted and his mouth made an 'o' shape. "Need you." Harry panted. "Need you too." he replied breathily. "You're so perfect. So beautiful. My angel." he whispered assuringly as he slowly thrust his hips as his cock digged deep into Lou's arse. He placed his thumb and index finger on the tip of the caramel haired boy's chin making sure his head was turned to face the mirror, his other remaining at the base of his hips, gripping tight. "Open your eyes, baby." he demanded, noticing that they had squeezed shut during the shocks of immense pleasure pulsing throughout his whole delicate body as he was filled up to the brim. The intense burning that could've been avoided with preparation soon went away and was replaced with a hot feeling in the pit of Louis' stomach as Harry continued to pump in and out. His eyes fluttered open, lust filled and all. He looked in the mirror as his tiny little body contorted and twisted as his chest and forehead glistened, coated in sweat, as his fringe stuck to his forehead and his thin lips were took between his teeth, taking a harsh biting to stop himself from screaming. "Look at how perfect you are. You are so beautiful." Harry huffed, concentrating on pleasuring Louis, making him feel loved. Louis eyed the mirror, looking at himself being pounded and fucked, loving every minute of it, and somehow, it did make him feel attractive, it did make him feel skinny. "Mhm, more, Harry, oh god, please!" he moaned loudly, placing his hands on the wall to get a grip and not fall. "So close" Harry growled. Louis nodded, feeling the heat in the pit of his tummy as well, knowing he would come soon. "Cum for me, pretty boy." he whispered. Those words were enough to drive Louis' mad as he shot white streaks, Harry doing the same shortly after. He then pulled out and slung his arm around the no-longer-insecure boy's waist and pulled him onto the bed and cuddled him. They both sighed as they loved the familiar touch of their skin pressed to each other's as beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, before sharing a couple 'I love you's' and falling asleep. This time, without Louis covering his tummy.