Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 10 - The Party Pt. II

A/n: Shit happens.

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Songs:

Acquainted by The Weeknd

Not Afraid Anymore; Hold Me Down by Halsey

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(Back to Harry-centric)

There's a part of him that wanted to say no. Or be able to say no, because Louis always got him at his feet, ready to do whatever he wanted. But he wasn't capable of. Louis was the dream he never got to live, the impossible happy ending to his tragic life. And there he was: in front of him, waiting to hear the words he knew he would say.

"Yes." He replies breathlessly and watches Louis smirk in response, eyes squinting with mischief. 

He doesn't warn Harry when he attacks his lips with the same thirst as before. This time he slides his tongue inside, deepening the fervent kiss as he moves on his lap. Harry moans onto his mouth, getting lost in his touch. He could feel Louis everywhere inside of his mouth as their tongues sweetly grind against each other. The hand that wasn't pinning his against the wall sits on his chest, exploring new territory. Harry could only sigh in yearning when his fingers reach his half-exposed nipple and take no longer to start torturing it. He feels his member engorge when he gently pulls the perky nubs through the sheer fabric.

"Louis!" He moans against his open mouth, fighting against the firm grip on his wrist and his back that was begging to arch.

"Shh. Stay still." Louis holds him harder against the wall and that's when he replaces his fingers for his mouth.

Louis' mouth was heaven and hell combined, working in small circles which caused him a pleasant yet uncomfortable friction on his sensitive skin. It was a really hard task for Harry not to try and set his hands free and bury them on his soft, thick hair that was scrubbing against his chest. He just gasped and watched him do what no one else he's been with did so well. 

"Oh... God!" 

In his mind he's calling him 'Daddy' and saying how much he wants him, how much he needs him. But he didn't know how he would react to that, and the last thing he wanted was to push him away. Even more when he practically begged him to stay.

Unexpectedly, Louis stops grinding against him and his only reaction is to raise his hips up in desperate search for that consoling friction .

"Still." He orders, but his voice comes out as a mild giggle. The way he's looking up through his lashes, with his dark blue gaze exclusively directed to him, makes his whole body combust with every flammable substance possible. He felt naked before his eyes and, if he was quite frank, he didn't mind.

"Please." Harry hears himself say and he wasn't even sure what he was begging for. He just needed more.

"What do you want?" Louis asks, stopping in his track before going for his other nipple. The voice coming out of his humid, rosy lips was husky and infuriatingly sexy, making Harry's body writhe from under him. Instead, Louis keeps his grip tight and traces his finger around the nub of his nipple, but he doesn't dare taking his eyes away from Harry's.

"I..." Harry tries, but his eyes shut close for a moment, giving in to the pleasurable feeling.

"Yes...?" Louis says, and from his semi-closed gaze Harry can see a ghost of smirk dancing on his delicious lips.

"I need... it."

With a sharp breath, Louis' hand comes up to cup his face, the curvy thumb brushing against Harry's still-flustered cheek.