Larry Stylinson Smut || Yourfoollarrie

•14•Baby, Let Me Be Your Motivation

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"I want you to fuck me."
Louis, in the middle of flipping a page in the magazine he was reading, froze.
"Hard."
Louis raised his eyebrow and lowered the book, peering over at Harry curiously. Harry was up on the couch, his feet in the cushions and butt propped on the back. He had his elbows on his knees, absently playing with the bracelet on his wrist. He kept his eyes on Louis, however, staring at him intensely.
"Really hard." Harry licked his lips. "Now."
Louis lowered the book fully now, giving Harry is undivided attention. This wasn't like Harry- he liked slow, patient lovemaking, not... that. "Where is this coming from? Usually you don't like-"
"I know," Harry said insistently, "but I want it now. I don't want you to be soft with me anymore. I... I want you to be rough."
Louis could feel the beginnings of an erection forming in his pants. He swallowed thickly. "Do you now?"
"Yes." Harry folded his hands. "I want you to give it to me, rough. And I don't want you to stop." Harry looked away in reluctance. "I want you to keep going, push me over the edge. I want... I want you to take it too far."
"Harry," Louis said. He blinked at him. "What if I hurt you?"
"That's okay, that's fine." Harry waved him away, his cheeks flushed. "I just... I just..."
He got up off the couch, all long limbs and tattoos, and walked over to Louis. He grabbed the magazine he held and tossed it over his shoulder, spreading his legs before sitting down on Louis' lap. Louis' hands went to his waist immediately, and Harry leaned down, kissing Louis roughly. He ran his hands through Louis' hair and grinded down onto him, and Louis could feel his hard-on in his jeans. Louis moaned into Harry's mouth and kissed back just as roughly, running his tongue along Harry's bottom lip. Harry opened up immediately, tangling their tongues together, making Louis feel hazy and languid.
"I want you to fuck the life out of me," Harry murmured into his mouth. "I want you to fuck me until I feel it."
"Oh god." Louis deepened the kiss, gripping Harry's waist tightly. He rutted against Harry's bulge, his growing in size as well. Harry was completely flushed already, breathing hard into Louis' mouth.
"Now," Harry breathed out, grinding down onto Louis. "Fuck me, Louis, please. I want you to fuck me so hard..."
"Shit." Louis pulled Harry's shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, removing his lips to run them along the exposed skin before him. Harry tilted his head back and moaned, gripping onto Louis' hair tightly. Louis kissed and bit at his skin, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking it until it was erect, causing a string of lust filled curses to fly from Harry's mouth.
"To the..." Harry grinded down onto Louis slowly as he spoke. "Take me to the room. Fuck me into the bed, Louis, please..."
Louis groaned and stood up, wrapping Harry's legs around him as he carried him to their room. He tossed Harry onto the bed and the younger boy scrambled to undo the button on Louis' jeans, pulling his cock out and sliding it into his mouth. Louis moaned at the feeling of Harry's hot mouth around him, sucking him in deep. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, and Harry reached up to run a hand over his torso. His cheeks were hollow as he sucked Louis into hardness like a pro, like someone who sucked a lot of cock and liked it. Louis moaned and shoved his hand in Harry's hair, grabbing onto a few locks and holding on.
The sound of Harry sucking him off filled the room, wet and loud, and it was all Louis could do not to fuck into Harry's mouth vigorously. Instead, he moaned loud and caressed Harry's hair, biting his lip. Harry pulled off his cock with a slurp and wiped his mouth, looking up at his boyfriend. His eyes were blown wide as he undid his own pants and pulled them off and onto the floor. Louis' pants were gone next, and soon they were both naked and flushed.
"Want you to," Harry said as he reached for Louis again. He took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. "I know you want to fuck my mouth; I want you to."
Louis nearly came right there. He'd always wanted to, wanted to see his cock forced between those pretty fucking lips, but he didn't ever want to cause Harry pain. "You... you sure?"
"So fucking sure, Lou," Harry said. He licked a stripe down Louis cock, moaning as he did so. "I love the way you taste, wanna taste you all the way in the back of my throat."
He sounded so needy, Louis though with a tremor. So ready for whatever Louis wanted to give him. And Louis knew he was serious about this- he really wanted Louis to fuck him like he'd never been fucked before. Like Louis had always wanted to fuck him.
He caressed Harry's scalp again, then nodded. "Okay. I'll... yeah. Okay."
"Thank goodness," Harry said, sliding Louis' cock into his mouth once more. He hollowed his cheeks and stilled his movements, breathing through his nose, waiting. Louis sighed and hoped against hope that he didn't hurt Harry too bad.
He reached up with his other hand and put it in Harry's hair, each hand gripping Harry's head. He pulled him off until his cock was barely between Harry's wet lips, then pushed his head down forcefully.
Harry moaned loud, closing his eyes and clenching his fists. Louis repeated the action, more into it this time, and felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Harry's throat. Harry moaned again, and Louis sped up his movements, gripping Harry's hair as he fucked the boys head down onto his cock. His knuckles were white on Harry's head, and he bucked up into his slick mouth. Harry reached up and gripped Louis' hips tightly, bobbing his head down onto Louis' cock.
"Fuck, fuck." Louis groaned loud and low in his throat, repositioned his hands to grab onto Harry's hair harder, and pushed his hips into Harry's face. He fucked him roughly, causing Harry to sputter and choke loudly around the pressure, and a shock of lust flew through him. Harry's cheeks were flushed red, his eyes mirroring the color as they teared up. Harry looked up at him then, removing his hands to fist at his own cock. Louis' grip on his hair was tight, and Louis knew it had to hurt, but he couldn't let go. He didn't want to, and seeing Harry sputter and choke around him, he couldn't hold back- he came, hard, the hot sperm hitting the back of Harry's throat forcefully.
Harry coughed loudly,choking on the sticky liquid, and pulled himself off Louis' cock. Louis continued to come, just at the sight of Harry, wrecked and pumping his cock furiously. Harry kept close, letting Louis' come hit him hard in the face and hair. He closed his eyes and Louis shuddered, the last of his come having finally been released. Harry hummed and grabbed Louis' cock in one hand, then rubbed the tip over his cheeks and lips, spreading the come as much as he could. Louis watched with stolen breath as Harry's own come hit his stomach and stained the sheets beneath him, a breathless moan leaving the other boy's mouth.
"Fuck, Harry," Louis muttered. He climbed onto the bed and pushed Harry back onto the pillows. Harry looked up at him, his eyes a dark green, and waited. Louis slid his hands up Harry's soft legs, spreading them open as he went. "I'm gonna make you feel good," he said lowly.
"Make me beg," Harry breathed, his face covered in come. "I want you to make me beg for it. Tease me, Louis."
Louis licked his lips and nodded, lowering his eyes to Harry's waiting hole. He slid a hand down and over it, making Harry shiver slightly. The skin was soft against his finger, and he could feel Harry's pulse beat erratically. He pulled away a moment later, glacing up at Harry before lowering his face to Harry's leg. He kissed it lightly, trailing a path downward until he reached his hole. Harry was trembling now, his cock half hard against his thigh, eyes watching Louis with hungry aniticipation.
Louis pressed his lips to Harry's hole, and Harry gasped, before Louis pulled away again. He licked a stripe along the tense muscles, making Harry moan loudly. Louis licked him up and down, slight at first, then applying more pressure. Harry arched off the bed, throwing his head back as his hair stuck to his face. Louis gripped each of his thighs tightly, his tongue working its way into Harry slowly. Harry shivered violently, Louis' hot tongue slicking him up deliciously.
"Lou... ngh... more..." Harry pushed himself down ont Louis' face, whining as Louis held him still before sitting up and away from Harry. "Louis," Harry moaned tightly. He'd felt so good on Harry, his tongue working wonders before he so selfishly pulled away. He looked up at Louis as he ran his hands over his legs, his eyes hooded.
"You like that?" Louis muttered. He slid a finger down to Harry's hole, running the tip over it, then pulled away. Harry nodded vigorously and whined again, his eyes closed.
"Louis," Harry moaned, rutting down into the sheets with need. "Louis, come back, finish-"
"Teasing you," Louis said roughly. "Want me to finish you off?"
"Yes, please," Harry begged, taking handfuls of the sheets and gripping them. "Please, Louis, I need your mouth on me, need your tongue on me, fuck..."
Louis moaned, then leaned down and licked Harry once more. He slid his tongue into his tight hole, moaned at the heat of it, with Harry bucking down onto him. He gripped Harry's thigh with one hand and wrapped the other around Harry's cock, squeezing it lightly. It twitched in his hand, and Harry gasped and arched off the bed.
"Fuck, Lou, yeah..."
Louis pumped Harry's cock slowly, licking and sucking his hole, letting Harry tremble against him. He pulled away from Harry's hole and up to his balls, sliding one into his mouth and running his tonuge around it. Harry moaned, loud and broken, shuddering. He continued to suck him, tasting him, hotand tight. Louis removed his hand from Harry's cock, soon replacing it with his mouth, taking Harry in deep. Harry moaned again and threw a hand into Louis' sweaty hair. He arched off the bed as Louis bobbed down onto him, and he could feel his stomach tighten once more before he came down Louis' open throat.
"Fuck, shit, Louis, dammit..." Harry squeezed his eyes shut as Louis continued to suck him off, drinking down every last bit of come he could get. Every nerve in Harry's body was on fire, alight with passion and lust and Louis, and he shivered in pleasure.
"Louis," Harry murmured, pushing at his head lightly, "Louis, that's... that's-"
"No," Louis said after pulling off his now-soft cock. "Nothing from you. You don't get a say here."
Harry looked up at him as he sat up and pulled Harry's legs even further apart. Louis' cock was hard and red, standing at attention and waiting for friction. Harry breathed hard through his nose as Louis lined his cock up with his wet hole, wasting no more time in slipping into him. Harry hissed at the stretch, winced at the burn that erupted throughout his body, and fisted the sheets once more. Louis didn't stop to ask Harry if he was okay like he usually did- he barely even stilled for a moment before pulling out and pushing back into him.
"Dammit- Lou," Harry hissed through clenched teeth. "That fucking hurt."
"You told me to hurt you," Louis said roughly, his voice like gravel. "You said this was what you wanted." He pulled out slowly and slammed back into him, pushing him up and inch or so on the sheets, causing pain to fly through Harry again. Despite all this, Harry couldn't bite back a moan.
"Yeah," he breathed. "I know. I like it. Keep- keep going. Don't stop." He looked up at Louis through teary eyes. "Fuck me."
"My pleasure." Louis bent low over him, placing a hand on either side of his head, and rotated his hips, sliding his cock in and out. Harry cried out again, taking his lip between his teeth and biting down hard. Louis pumped his hips into Harry, creating a pace and friction that made Harry want to climb the walls in desire. He moved his hands to Louis biceps that were positoned on either side of him, their muscles straining.
"Just like that,, yeah, fuck," Harry breathed. The feeling was one of burning deliciousness, a fire that tore through him and left in its wake a fierce shock. Louis groaned and sped up his movements, slapping into Harry purposefully. And, in spite of coming only five minutes prior, Harry could feel himself getting worked up again, heat spreading through him like a virus. He could feel Louis' breath on his neck, hot and fast, could feel sweat cling to his skin like a second layer. Louis was so big inside him, and sometimes Harry would find himself in awe of his girth, of how he managed to fuck Harry so thoroughly.
"You... you like this?" Louis asked. Harry nodded, and pulled Louis on top of him, their chests pressed together, changing the angle slightly. Louis continued to fuck into him nonetheless, his pace still mindblowing.
"Fuck, yeah," Harry breathed out, "you're so fucking big inside me, Lou, you stretch me so fucking wide..."
"Shit, Harry," Louis lowered his head and moaned into Harry's neck, then nibbled at his skin none-too-lightly. Harry hissed and arched himself, causing Louis to fuck right into his prostate.
"Dammit- ah!" Harry shook underneath Louis, his nerves like jelly in his body. "Right there, oh, Louis, fuck me, right fucking there!"
Louis somehow pumped into him faster, biting down on his shoulder blade roughly, letting out a moan as he did so. Harry kept his back arched, as difficult as it was, in order to feel Louis hit his spot over and again. He could feel his cock pulsate between the two of them, hot once more and caught up in the friction. "Dammit," Louis moaned, "you're so fucking tight Harry, every time I fuck you you're always so tight..."
"Just keep fucking me," Harry breathed, "don't stop Lou, please don't stop, i love feeling you inside me, filling me up-"
Louis gasped loudly and bit down on Harry especially hard, jerking his hips as he came tightly into Harry's body. Harry shivered and moaned at the feeling of Louis' come filling him up, his back still arched painfully but unable to relax. Louis kept his face buried in his neck until he was finished, then relinquished his hold on Harry's neck. Harry breathed hard as Louis sat up, sweat slicked and nearly spent. His own cock lay agaisnt his belly, throbbing needily, albeit slightly, as he'd just come twice already.
Louis didn't stop, like Harry expected him to, however- a moment later he was lapping at Harry's hole once more, licking up all his come and slurping it into his mouth. Harry sighed through his mouth and fisted the sheets again- the sight of Louis licking up his own come made Harry incredibly horny.
Louis sat up and lay himself over Harry, attaching their mouths in a bruising kiss. Harry opened his mouth and a moment later felt something salty and warm slide down his throat- Louis' come. He moaned loudly into the kiss, running his tongue along Louis', slurping up all the liquid he found there. Louis was so filthy, Harry thought. He tightened and gasped as he came for the third time, Louis' actions spurring him onward.
There wasn't much in the way of substance, but Harry felt it all the same. He gripped Louis' arms and arched off them bed, pulling away from the kiss to let out a loud gasp. Louis kissed along the expanse of neck that had suddenly been offered up, nibbling here and there, before pulling away and working his cock up once more.
"Not... not done yet," Louis said, only loud enough for Harry to hear him as he came down from his orgasm.
"But..." Harry could barely breathe, "I just came... three times, Lou..."
"Not enough," Louis said. He was sat up on his haunches, looking down at Harry's spread body as he fisted his cock. "I wanna fuck you some more."
"But Louis," Harry whined. He was starting to feel tired, sluggish. "Louis, I can't..."
"Too bad," Louis said, and fuck his voice was so rough and commanding, and Harry would be lying if he said he didn't love this side of Louis. This controlling, dominant, demanding side that Harry hardly ever got to see. Still, Harry shook his head, too weak to talk.
"I... no." Harry could barely whisper. He could see Louis through slitted eyes, with his cock hard yet again and waiting. Louis ran his hands over Harry's body before shaking his head.
"Didn't ask you what you wanted," he said. He reached below Harry's body and tugged him upward, and Harry followed, however slowly. He turned the younger man around and tossed him back onto the bed, and Harry had to catch himself on his hands and knees, ass spread out for Louis.
"Hmm," Louis moaned, "you look so fucking good, Harry." He ran his hands over the swell of Harry's plump ass, gripping one cheek while smacking the other. Harry flinched, then looked back at his boyfriend. He couldn't see his face, but he suddenly felt the familiar wetness of his tongue on his puckered hole once again.
"Louis, no..." Harry nearly fell onto the bed. Louis' tongue felt so good on him, so right, and even though he was too tired to do much else besides moan brokenly, he couldn't help but begin to enjoy it.
"I love the way you taste," Louis said. "I love your taste so much... just want to lick you up forever...."
"But Louis," Harry could feel tears sting the backs of his eyes. He bent his head low, his curls sticking to his face. "Louis, I can't not anymore... I can't..."
"Yes you can," Louis said between slurps and licks. It just felt so good. "You can do this, Harry. Can you do this for daddy?"
"Holy shit, Lou" Harry felt a shiver run through him for the umpteenth time. Louis was playing dirty now. "Why... why would you even go there?"
"Because you like calling me Daddy," Louis said quietly. He sat up, the heat of his mouth leaving Harry cold, and ran a hand over his ass again. "Don't you Harry?"
"Oh, fuck," Harry whined. His skin suddenly felt too hot for his body. "Yes, so much Daddy, so fucking much..."
"Damn you." Louis lowered his mouth to Harry's hole again, and this time Harry knew his eyes were brimming with tears. He was so tired, but Louis felt so good against him, he couldn't help but get worked up again, though he didn't want to. The next moment Louis' hand was around Harry's flaccid cock, pumping it quickly. Harry sobbed and gasped simultaneously, hanging his head.
"Louis, please," Harry begged wetly, "I can't do this anymore, I don't have anything left..."
"You okay, love?" Louis asked, tonging Harry's hole wantonly. "Am I going too far, baby?"
"Yes," Harry gasped. He could feel the tears slip from his eyes and fall down to the pillow. It felt so good, yet hurt so much- Harry didn't know what to feel. "You're... you're going way too far, Louis. I can't come anymore, I can't do this, you're going too far..."
"Good," Louis breathed. He pulled away from Harry altogether, then lined his cock up with Harry's hole once more. "Because I'm about to take it further."
Harry moaned as Louis entered him, pushing in slower than before, with much more caress. His arms trembled violently then gave out, and Harry fell forward with a small thump. He sniffed wetly as Louis pulled out and thrust back in, spreading Harry's ass with his strong hands, muttering about how tight Harry was into the hot air around them. Harry could barely see through the tears, could barely feel around the insane mixture of pain and pleasure. He wanted to wipe away the tears that continued to fall from his eyes, but his arms had given up any chance of movement.
Louis, on the other hand, did not. On the contrary, he sped up his movements, his hands still spreading Harry beautifully. There was nothing Harry could do at this point- though his tiredness prohibited him from being an active participant, his body hadn't stopped responding to Louis' actions. He was flushed all over, goosebumps raising on his skin, his hands clenched (as much as the weak limbs could) around the sheets, his stomach tight with lust.
"You okay down there?" Louis asked, his voice cracked by his fucking into Harry. Harry sniffed wetly in response, his eyes still producing tears, no end in sight. Louis moaned and gripped Harry's ass tighter, fucking into him harder. Harry moaned quietly, his face pressed into the pillows, muffling the sound. "You're such a good boy for Daddy, Harry." Louis moaned again and slammed into Harry, the sound filling the room.
"Fuck, Louis," Harry said. His cock twitched poorly where it hung between his legs, just as spent and tired as its owner. "This feels so good."
"You like it, huh?" Harry could hear his smile, and he'd kiss the smugness from him if he wasn't so tired. Instead he only pushed back onto Louis' thrusts weakly, if at all.
"So much, Daddy," Harry moaned. His blood pumped furiously in his ears, his stomach knotted up tightly, and he was so close he could literally taste it. "Love it when you fuck me into the bed, Daddy."
"Dammit, shit, fuck you," Louis breathed. He pulled his hands away form Harry's ass and positioned them at his hips instead, pulling him back onto his cock and fucking into him powerfully. Harry could see stars popping in his vision, and he let out a tiny sob. This felt so fucking good- surely on some level it was sinful.
"Is Daddy's little boy crying?"
"Shut up," Harry rasped out, closing his eyes tight. Louis groaned and bent over, pressing his chest to Harry's back, hands still on his hips, and fucked him like there was no tomorrow. Harry whimpered and whined, squeezing his eyes against the onslaught of pleasure. He could feel Louis' tensed legs against his own, trembling as they held him up. Harry turned his head and moaned wetly into the pillow, his entire body strung up as if he were a puppet, tears still falling from his eyes, his cock sensitive to the air around it.
"Not gonna- not gonna make it-" Louis dug his nails into Harry's hips and bit at his back, and Harry felt every part of his body go into shock. His back went rigid and tight, light bursting behind his lids, his hands clutched fast around the cloth he held. He gasped and sobbed into the pillow as his stomach unfurled in a frenzy of orgasmic release. He heard Louis moan and curse behind him, jerking once more into Harry and spilling his come inside him. His nails dug into Harry harder, he bit down rougher, and Harry's orgasm heightened. Wave after wave of release crashed through his tired body and Harry cried out, his voice cracking as he screamed Louis' name. Tears sprung to his eyes evermore, as if brought on by the orgasm itself.
Louis finally released him from his cluthes and fell onto the bed next to Harry, allowing Harry himself to fall, unceremoniously, onto the sheets. Both were breathing hard, both were completely and utterly spent, and never before had Harry been so sore but felt so good. He could still feel where Louis bit his neck and shoulder earlier, could feel every individual hair on his body stand on end, his orgasm finally calming down.
"Harry..." Louis breathed. He was spread out next to him, his eyes open but unfocused at the ceiling, his breathing harsh. "Fuck, Harry."
Harry turned his head and looked at Louis through his tears. "You... you went too far, Louis."
"Yeah," Louis half laughed, half sighed. After a moment he turned his head to Harry. "It was so fucking good, Harry. You felt so good around my cock."
"Hmm..." Harry sighed and snail-crawled over to Louis, plopping down on his sweaty chest. Louis' heartbeat was rapid in his ear, mirroring his own, and Harry sighed again.
The two of them lay still for a moment or two, before Louis managed to pull the blankets over them, too tired to retreive a towel to clean them off. He planted a kiss in Harry's hair, then nosed it lightly. "Did I.. hurt you?"
"Yes," Harry said without hesitation, his eyes slipping closed. He heard Louis' sharp intake of breath, and reached out to wrap a hand around his wrist. "But it's okay."
"You..." Louis' voice was small, "you sure?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed. He cracked his eyes open and looked up at Louis. "You... really pushed my limits, Louis. And I loved every moment of it."
Louis sighed and relaxed into the bed. Harry smiled at him tiredly. That was Louis, always worried about hurting him. It was endearing. "Good," Louis said, "because I wouldn't be able to take it if you didn't, you know, like it."
"Hmm." Harry's eyes slipped closed once more. He heard Louis' breathing slow down against his ear, felt him drift off. Just as he himself were about to do the same, he called out, "Lou?"
"Hmm?" Louis was half awake, maybe even less, but responded anyway. "Yeah?"
"You wouldn't mind if..." Harry stifled a yawn. "If we did this again, maybe? Sometime?"
There was a moment of silence, then Louis opened his eyes and looked down at him. Harry, his eyes still closed, felt Louis wipe a stray tear from his face, making him smile. He snuggled in close to him, nuzzling him softly. Louis let out a fond, breathy chuckle.
"Anything for you, Harry."
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I'm so done right now. I just... this was so fucking hot, i just... I'm out.
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