c'mon let me ride [larry stylinson] ✔️

14

"You think that they, ah," Louis trails off as Harry massages his ass, using his knuckles to spread Louis' cheeks apart to catch the boy off-guard, "liked me? Or are on the verge of- fuck, Harry don't put your finger in dry!"

The top of Louis' bare ass pushes into Harry's bathroom sink as they attempt to get in at least one quickie before Louis' mother gets home from work to take him to the program. Never mind the fact that Harry's own parents were in the living room, located only several feet away from the bathroom, which meant that if the feather haired boy got any louder it would draw attention.

"I hope so, you've done enough ass kissing to last a decade," mumbles Harry into Louis' neck, sending tingles up the boy's spine. Removing one hand from Louis' ass, Harry uses it to reach into the cabinet above the sink, swiftly pulling out a bottle of body oil, distracting his boyfriend by grazing his teeth across the skin of his neck. "Right now, I kinda just wanna kiss your ass..."

"From the way this is looking, I'd shut down that statement."

"Oh, really?" Harry inquires provocatively, pouring the oil on both of his hands and rubbing them together behind Louis' back. His lips slide upward and brush across Louis' earlobe, which turns slightly pink just like the rest of Louis' face when Harry starts to kiss him, tongue slipping onto the roof of his mouth. "I think..." he says in between kisses. "I'm liking the way it's looking."

Slowly circling his index finger around Louis' hole, Harry can't help but grin when his boyfriend groans into his mouth and grabs onto the front of his shirt roughly. Probing a bit further, Harry hooks his finger to get a louder reaction, instead getting a desperate Louis rocking back into his hand and muttering more.

Adding a second finger, Harry thrusts them quickly into Louis, who has his mouth wide open and his eyes closed shut, entrapped in this moment that he won't have for two months after today. Unless, of course, the program accepts makeshift conjugal visits. Even with his mouth open and his breath coming out in chops, he attempts to make out with Harry as if it's his last dying moment on earth, and Harry is not complaining. 

So that he isn't the only one getting pleasure, Louis unbuttons Harry's jeans and pulls them down (along with his underwear) so that his hand has access to his dick, which leaks steadily with pre-cum onto both the floor and Louis' hand. Slowly, Louis jerks Harry off, though he has a hard time focusing since Harry finds his prostate, long fingers scissoring him open and disrupting his movements. 

"Bend over the sink," Harry breathes, almost inaudibly, "tell me if it hurts."

"Your dick?"

The curly haired boy laughs and twists Louis around by the waist, pushing a hand down on his back. "I meant the sink. You know, if it digs into your stomach too hard. I want you to be comfortable." he pauses. "Well, as comfortable as you can be inside of a bathroom."

"Aren't you the gentleman?" Louis says sarcastically, using his elbows to prop himself up on the sink. 

Rolling his playfully, Harry aligns his boyfriend's ass with his cock, taking his time to sink into Louis so that the boy wouldn't grow nervous like he did last time. Harry's thumbs rub circles against Louis' hips to keep him relaxed, and only when Harry's cock is completely inside does Louis' shoulders drop.