Larry Stylinson Smut || Yourfoollarrie

•12• After the Scavenger Hunt

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Summary:
And right, okay, Louis thinks, that's cool. He doesn't realize he's spacing out on camera and just staring at him (his crotch more accurately) until Harry fucking winks at him discreet as anything and oh fuck, Louis is so gone.

Or; what happened after the Jimmy Kimmel scavenger hunt

Work Text:
The scavenger hunt seemed like the most innocent of ideas at first.

And alright, here's the thing. Louis was doing a very good job of controlling himself, even Niall said he was, until Harry thought it would be a good idea to just flop down on the couch wearing just his pants.

And right, okay, Louis thinks, that's cool. He doesn't realize he's spacing out on camera and just staring at him (his crotch more accurately) until Harry fucking winks at him discreet as anything and oh fuck, Louis is so gone.

(And unbeknownst to him, Niall will not stop bringing up the fact that Louis got hard and it took all of Louis' willpower to to tear his eyes away from the screen and will his hard on to go away.)

Everything else happens in a blur and all Louis can think about is how much shit Harry is in for being such a fucking cock tease, and he's thinking about how bad Harry's going to get it. It's pure torture, Louis thinks, watching Harry just cross his legs and sit there like nothing's happening and that everything is normal.

And assuming that Louis is fine with it, which is, well. Completely inaccurate to say the least.

As soon as the cameras stop rolling and they're back in the same room, Louis is grabbing Harry's arm and yanking him forward.

"Louis, what-"

"Shut up," Louis hisses, gripping his bicep tightly. "The rest of you, out." Louis says through gritted teeth, gesturing to the rest of them to leave the room. Liam and Zayn scamper out immediately and Niall does this sort of half ass salute thing and Louis swears he hears Niall say something along the lines of "at least make sure he can walk when we go out for drinks tonight" and Louis scoffs. There's no way Harry's going to be able to do anything except for cling to Louis' side and beg for his cock.

Because today just proved the fact that Harry Styles is in fact the biggest cock slut and cock tease Louis had ever associated himself with.

"Louis," Harry murmurs, reaching a hand out to touch him and Louis smacks it away, guiding him over to the couch and pushing him down into a sitting position on it, straddling Harry's hips with ease.

"Don't," Louis hisses, grabbing Harry's wrists and wrenching them behind his back, causing Harry's jaw to drop as he bites down on his lip, head thrown back, cheeks already starting to flush a bit just from Louis' manhandling.

"What are you Harry?" Louis teases, rocking his hips forward slightly. Harry's mouth drops open, forming a perfect "o" and Louis has a sudden desire to shove Harry's to his knees and give it to him like the cock slut he is. Harry gasps out a raspy moan as Louis tightens his grip on Harry's fingers, pushing them even further behind his back. It's right on the verge of too much and Harry loves it, can't get enough of it.

"M'a tease Lou," Harry mumbles and Louis shakes his head, taking one of his hands from behind Harry's back and taking it through Harry's curls, soft and stroking at them at first before yanking backwards harshly, and Harry lets out a strangled cry and pushes his hips up, eyes blown wide when he opens them again. "I'm such a cock slut Louis," Harry whispers and Louis hums an agreement, drawing a finger teasingly down Harry's jawline. Harry pushes into the touch and Louis leans down to bite at it, drawing out a guttural moan from Harry.