Don't Hate Me (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 20

Harry's P.O.V

"H-Harry......" Louis moaned as I sucked on his neck. The after sex high still into our bodies while we lay there in sweat and come. I slid down the blanket from his shoulder to get better access to the naked skin there, still hot and moist from the exertion he had.

"I'm sore...." He whimpered when my hand went down his arse resting just above his crack, I sucked harshly on his collarbone causing him to give out a desperate ah. And damn how he held the ability to do things to me just at his mere voice, gets me on my fucking nerves.

"Has it stopped me before?" I hissed against his skin and turned him over on his back as I hovered over him my fingers dipping down to rub over still his wet hole. And the sounds he made was worth teasing him the entire time but I would save it for later.

"Harry please... I'm-I'm sensitive..." He whined but pushed his arse against my fingers and I knew that meant more.

"Yeah? Do you want me to stop?" I asked nearly pushing my finger inside, just the tip but enough for him to let out his high pitched cries making me aroused beyond control .

"I don't... I don't know.." He was completely out of his senses when it came to answering to questions like these. He knew he didn't want me to stop but I liked teasing him, bringing him to the edge every time to just hear the small gasps and those desperate touches, almost enough for me to get hard and his moans loud enough to make me come.

I hated what effect he had on me, hated that even a minor whimper could take me to the end of the bridges, but I had too much of it to let go now. He held me down to him everyday. Addicted was what I had become. To him, to his body, to his voice, to the things he made me feel. And as scary as it was, I never wanted to let them go. I wanted him next to me every single fucking day and it bothered me to no extent. My fingers itched with the need to touch him whenever his was within my proximity. His scent was so sweet and alluring, everytime I nuzzled my nose into his neck, this gorgeous soft smell filled my lungs that just sent me to the heavens. And god help me, how pure he tasted, so mellow and glacéd. I couldn't hold myself back even if I tried.

I slowly pushed my finger inside him, and the gasps left pass his lips were better than any drug I ever had. I slipped another just to hear him hiss louder and I got what I wanted. I scissored him till he was a mess underneath me. Whining and letting out small ahs and mores. He arched his back into my chest to let me know he was ready, his fingers tightly fisting the bedsheets, sweat dripping down his adams apple and I swear to God I've never seen anything so beautiful.

I couldn't even deny it now.

He was.

Beautiful.

I shook my head ignoring all those thoughts haunting my mind every now than then. I wanted to make him come again, just like I did minutes ago.

"Say it...." I demanded thrusting my fingers deeper into him making him let out an amorous moan out. "C'mon baby....say it and I'll give it to you again. Yeah?" I licked his earlobe and felt him shiver under me. I smirked and kept on hitting deeper into his prostate, followed by a string of soft, feminal moans which could bring me down so easily.

"F-Fuck me- ah - Haz, pl-please....." He begged and I chuckled watching him go red with embarrassment.

"What if....I don't?" I smirked taking my fingers out which made him wince but whine just after. Delicate little tears left his eyes as he looked up at me with so much desperation in his eyes. They were so blue and oh god he was tearing me down in the insides. He closed his eyes again to ignore his tears but they just dampened his lashes making them look so thick and dark, I almost lost my breath.