SMUT AS(s) FUCK

Those Damn Glasses {Marcel (Harry)/Louis}

By: ninjacookie29
Words: 1485

Summary: Marcel fucks Louis, on a table...

Work:

Marcel was looking out the window when Louis came upbehind him. The smaller man wrapping his arms around Marcel’s waist, his hands interlocking togeather on his chest. Marcel turned around quickly, his glasses sliding down slightly, his hand coming up on instinct to push them back.

"Lou, what are you doing?" Marce asked. Lou looked up loosing his grip some so Marcel could turn around, them now facing each other.

What? I can’t hug you?” Lou asked, his voice surprisngly high for a boy his age. Marcel looked down, feeling his cheeks heat up at Louis’ intimate touch. Their chests flushed togeather. A smile plastered on Louis lips as he slowly started to stand on his tippy-toes, near closer, and closer, closer.

Marcel’s breath hitched as soon as Louis’ lips hit his, Louis turning his head slightly and pushing harder against Marcel. Marcel held his breath, at first heistating to kiss Louis but then soon found himself pushing against him. Louis’ hands still strapped around around Marcel, Marcel’s hands coming up to cup Louis neck, his fingers sprawling into his hair.

A few moments went by, and Marcel found himself pulling away quickly gasping for breath. Louis fluttered his eyes open looking up at Marcel with a smile on his face. Marcel on the otherhand was the shade of lobster, his hands coming up to his face to fix his glasses which were slightly fogging up.

"I-I, er, um, I-I.." Marcel stuttered. Only to find Louis putting a hand to his lips, the lips that Louis had been kissing.

"Don’t say anything, just go with what your gut is telling you." Louis cooed, his other hand trailing down Harry’s side until it rested right above his area.

Marcel felt himself twitch, as Louis near closer. Louis put his hand on Marcel’s neck pulling him down to a kiss again, distracting him so he could slide his hand in Marcel’s pants. Marcel let out a squeak as Louis fisted him, the younger boy pulling back, his mouth opened in an ‘O’.

"L-Lou what are you d-doing?" Marcel asked, his voice high pitched as the older boy started to rub back and forth on his shaft.

"Mar, I know at you’ve wanted this for some time. Don’t worry I have too."

Louis wasn’t lying, he did want this, and he knew that Marcel did too. To Marcel’ surprise, he did too. He had alway wanted this.

Next thing Marcel knew, Louis was draging him towards his desk, leaning up against it. “I think we should do this here. Seems approprite for a first time, doing something different then the cliche’ of a bed?”

Marcel looked at Louis, his hand firmly grasped by Louis. The elder lad looked up at him with love and kindness. ‘It’s ok Mar, I know you’re nearvous, but theres always gotta be first time for everything.”

Marcel wasn’t sure when but about 5 minutes later, Louis was completely naked in front of Marcel. Marcel on the otherhand was still in his boxers, his arms wrapped around his torso to hid his body fom view.

"It’s ok Mar, don’t be nervous. Yea?" Louis whispered in Marcels ear. Louis put his head on Marcels shoulder, gently pushing Marcel’s arms from around his torso. Marcel obliged his face turned a light shade of lobster from being exsposed in such an intimate way. "You’re beautiful Marcel."

Louis looked up, standing on his toes to give a small peck on the taller boys lips, enough to distract him enough so he could slowly put his hands in his boxers. Marcel let out a squeak as Louis fisted him, slowly rubbing his thumbs over the tip. Marcel was overwhelmed, it being his first hand job by someone else besides himself, and he could already feel the heat coil in his abdomen. Marcel pushed Louis away, looking directly into his eyes.