Pretty Boy

Thirteen

As they walked up the steps to Harry's house their lips don't leave each others. Louis presses Harry to the door when they finally reach the top. He grabs for Harry's ass, giving the plump muscle a squeeze. Harry giggles into the kiss, letting a smile take over.

"Going to let me open the door?" Harry says, lips still running into Louis' as he talks.

"I believe you said every surface." Louis tightens his grip on Harry's bum, "Doesn't the porch count?". Harry's releases a loud laugh.

"Louis," He wines,"We can't fuck on the porch." He throws a weak slap to Louis' shoulder.

"Make love." Louis whispers sensually.

"Either way we aren't doing it on my porch." Harry wiggles his bum and turns to unlock the door. Louis gives it a hard smack as the door opens. Harry squeaks and moves through the doorway.

As soon as the door shuts, the kissing starts again. This time Harry lets it get more heated, now that his neighbors can't see. He thrusts his hips up to meet Louis', his forming erection partially tenting in the skirt. Louis has a hand spread over Harry's tummy, drawing soft circles over his shirt, his other hand kneading his bum.

"It's hard to put my hand up your skirt when your skirt is so long." Louis says, trying to pull the long fabric up.

"Wanna know what else is hard?" Harry questions, putting his thumbs in the waistband of his skirt. "My cock." He giggles, sliding the skirt down his legs.

Louis takes a step back to admire Harry. His curvy love handles puffing over the black panties that cover his blushing head poking out the top. The floral shirt riding up on his pale stomach, the faint outline of abs covering his belly. Louis traces the outlines lightly, ghosting his fingers over the delicate skin. Harry pushes farther into the wall, head back in bliss.

"Don't you look pretty, your dick all hard for me." Louis' voice is silky and soft.

"Y-you too, want you naked too." Harry gasps out as Louis traces his fingers around the head of his dick.

"Why don't you go upstairs? When I get up there I want you laying there in nothing but your prettiest lace." Louis responded, backing away from Harry completely.

Harry does a twirl before heading up the stairs. When he reaches the door to his room he begins to peel off his shirt. Now in nothing but the black panties, he looks for his red lace boy shorts. He calls down the stairs telling Louis that he's ready.

He giggles as he lays on the bed. His erection has become less urgent, so his runs his finger gently across his lower stomach and on his upper thighs. Harry closes his eyes in relaxation, when the door opens his eyes fly open. Louis stands in the doorway, shirtless. His stomach looked soft, Harry thinks about falling asleep with his head there.

"Well don't you look delicious." Louis says, walking towards the bed.

"Good enough to eat?" Harry teases.

"Going to devour you and enjoy every last bite."

Louis crawls up the bed so he becomes parallel to Harry. He leans down on his fore arms and begins kissing the boy's neck. Nipping at skin then smoothing it over with his tongue. Harry withers in pleasure, letting out high speaks and breathy moans. Louis makes an especially deep mark on the side of Harry's jaw.

"A-as much as I love these love bites," Harry says "Little Harry is feeling neglected."

Louis chuckles and responds to his complaint by kissing down Harry's tummy. He squirms in reaction. "What does Little Harry want then?" Louis' breath fanned over his lower stomach.

"Kisses." Harry's giggles, shivering in submission.

"Want to kiss your prick Harry? Your pretty little prick." Louis whispers. Harry releases a whine in response, the words doing their intentions. Louis pulls the red lace down and pressing his lip softly to the shaft. Harry whines again.

"I'm sorry baby. Is that not what you meant?" Louis laughs.

"Want you to choke on it." Harry sighs.

"Oh babe," Louis rubs his hand down Harry's thighs. "It isn't big enough for me to choke." Harry huffs in annoyance. To distract him from the insult Louis wraps his lips around Harry's head.

He moves farther down the shaft, running his tongue on the underside. He hollowed his cheeks. Harry is becoming undone, flushed all over. A moaning mess. Louis bobs with expert precision, occasionally using his tongue across Harry's slit. One hand stays on Harry's thighs, the other rolls his balls. Harry cums, shouting Louis' name, so loud it almost echoes. Louis catches the majority in his mouth. Without swallowing they kiss, trading the mix of spit and cum.

"Never been blown before." Harry admits shyly as Louis pulls him into a cuddle.

"Never?" Louis says, surprised.

"Nah, guess everyone just expected me to do it 'cause of they way I look." He says quietly, slowing coming down from the high Louis left him on.

"I promise, there will be a lot more first's." Louis kisses his forehead. Harry blushes.