Slave | Larry Stylinson (discontinued)

Chapter 12

Louis couldn't believe what he saw, he was literally gobsmacked. There he saw, his slave spread out over his ex girlfriend's king sized bed, Where when Louis doesn't forget to mention they had sex on, mastrubating.

"Louis!?"

He heard him shout but he was at a loss of words

His trousers were thrown at his feet, his boxers were lifted from his bum and now resting between his knees and the base of his member. Lips slightly parted, moans escaping from pleasure and head held back resting on the massive pillows that covered the bed.

Droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead, about to roll down, his body temperature increasing in the seconds that pass by.

The weirdest thing was though. Was that he liked what he saw, and without knowing his feet took him to the edge of the bed after he had closed the door.

Harry at the other hand was shocked at first, and wanted for him to leave but he couldn't find it in him anymore. The fact that Louis was watching him when he was stood at the door turned him on even more. And he didn't think of being embarrassed because as said it had been way too long and his mind was set on one thing. So he kept on pumping and watched as Louis strolled over at his side. He sat on the bed for a mere 30 seconds and then the unexpected happened.

"Can I touch you?"

Harry couldn't find his voice so instead he nodded his head softly to indicate he may touch him.

Louis slipped his boxers off and tossed them somewhere in the room. Without any other warning his rather small hands wrapped around him. The cold of his hand hitting his cock sent exciting shivers up Harry's spine and he wanted more,more,more. And the words had probably slipped from his lips without him knowing because Louis started to bump rapidly, his other hand massaging his balls.

Harry whined and bucked his hips, his body was on fire, but then the contact was gone. Harry opened his eyes slightly and looked at where the contact, Louis had gone...

Louis stood up slightly, he wanted to have better access to both his lips and his cock. Just as he stood up from the bed ready to reposition himself.

Guess what...

Eleanor came barging in.

"What the fuck!" she yelled, she didn't appear as shocked as her first comment showed but she did seem angry. "What in the--"

"Noo I should be the fucking one saying 'what the fuck!' I was trying to cover him up here!" Louis argued back, technically lying. He had 'finally' gotten the chance to take the duvet, to pull it on top of him so he was now no longer distracted, by Harry's erection. Smoot move.

Eleanor scoffed, crossing her arms over het chest. "You're a cockslut! Thats what you are. If you want to suck cock then go somewhere else!" her face had turned red, as red as a tomato and her body was trembling, she was furious.

Louis laughed softly, thinking she's more than just pathetic "If there's one slut here in the room. It's you. You just got dumped by your boyfriend, and weren't you so heartbroken? How many times did you call me. Should I check maybe?" Louis paused for a second awaiting her response. Her change in expression was priceless, if eyes could shoot he'd be long gone, dead... "And here I came in to Harry saying he couldn't hold it any longer so that he continued what you begun. Do I need to..."

"What are you guys anyway friends, boyfriends, cousins.." She shook her head aggressively, pointing a finger at him, ignoring Louis. "You know what, I don't even want to know. Get the fuck out of my room!" Eleanor was defenceless, it was all true what he said, or maybe not all of it but the bigger part. She was of course still trying to get over the fact that she got dumped and was, still heartbroken because she did love him. She just needed some sexual distraction from someone, someone she felt attracted to and that so happened to be Harry, okay. There was no one else.

"I can't I'm sorry babe. I got invited for dinner. Won't want to miss it in a heartbeat."

Eleanor let out a frustrated grown and opened her mouth to snap something back. Louis smirked slightly... and Harry speaking of Harry.

He was clueless about the little, big tantrum that was happening at the moment. He was too caught up in himself and his own little world, and of course pleasure, that he kept on mastrubating. It was the sexual excitement that couldn't make him stop. He was getting closer and closer. The muscles in his abdomen pulling together, begging for relies. But he did not want to yet, not yet...

The shouts passed his ears like nothing, he didn't hear it at all really... He pumped hard one last time imagining Louis inside of him and then he came undone, under the blankets, hot thick liquid was spread over his abdomen and the bed sheets. Oh well. Those were the last things on his mind

He was quite a mess and so were the sheets. As he came down from his high, his breathing went back to normal.

Harry, Harry.

He was still feeling a bit light-headed so things didn't real down on him jus yet.

"Harry" he heard it again, he opened his eyes slightly. A familiar face smiling back at him.

"I think you should take a shower." Without a warning and without much hesitation from Louis's side, he pulled the blankets of off Harry.

"Hey!" Harry yelled when it became clear to him what Louis had done. He tried to cover him up with not too much of a succces. Louis found it amusing as he saw how Harry struggled to cover him up. It was scary how the thought of Harry being his actual slave, hadn't crossed his mind anymore since he saw him laying on the bed.

"Where's Eleanor? Can you please hand me my underwear, and don't stare at me like that do I--"

"Sure" Louis looked around the room and found it 2 meters from the bed how it got there, he wasn't sure himself anymore. He picked it up and threw it in his direction. Harry making the mistake to catch it with his 2 hands, whereby Louis saw a climbs of his member which didn't help his throbbing erection.

"Oh and err Eleanor had to run for some errands for her mother, was it wine? I don't know, something. She left right before you cummed."

Harry swallowed thickly, feeling super embarrassed. "Uuh.. I'm err I'm gonna take err a sho-w-werr." Harry stood up carefully, the medication he took half an hour ago already doing it's work because he barely felt anything at his ribs. Just his head felt a little woozy but nothing he couldn't handle.

He picked up his trousers from the ground, they had fallen on the floor as well. And Harry knew Louis was watching him, he didn't know why but he actually found it amusing. So when he picked his trousers up he pushed his bum backwards in full display for Louis.

If Harry's ears didn't play tricks on him, he heard a soft whimper that had escaped from Louis mouth. He giggled softly and continued his way over to Eleanor's ensuite bathroom. Just when he got inside he got pushed against the nearest wall.

A little grunt slipped from his lips, because that he felt in his rib, despite the medication. But pain was long forgotten when Louis smacked his lips against Harry's. The very first time, he had felt Louis's plump lips on his. He had always imagined this, he even dreamed about it. But this didn't lean close to his imagination at all. This was better, much better. Louis sucked at his lips taking Harry's bottom lip between his teeth. Harry's hands were roaming over Louis's body and squeezing his bum. Harry let out a soft whimper and Louis did too here and there.

Little Harry was getting worked up again. Isn't this unhealthy? Harry thought for a split second but then Louis pushed his groin into his and he could feel his boner against his own and all the doubts and questions were vanished.

Louis moaned softly licking and sucking at Harry's neck leaving a purple spot behind, then his mouth hovered over Harry's ear and he whispered.

"I'm so hard for you, Harry. I want to fuck you."

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