Texts » Nouis

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// dedicated to my bb

zaynmalik: louis shut up i can hear you??

fakeliampayne: my texts arent sending to lou or ni

harrystyles: are their phones off?

zaynmalik: must be.

harrystyles: i know niall's cheeks were flushed throughout the day.. i wonder why

fakeliampayne: louis wouldnt stop teasing him on the phone this morning while he was in the studio

zaynmalik: GUYS ARE YOU STUPID WE'RE PROBABLY MISSING IT

louist91: not missing much

harrystyles: y'all are probably fucking

niallhoran: psh no

louist91: not quite

zaynmalik: h, l, lets go

seen by: louist91, niallhoran, harrystyles, fakeliampayne

The blonde's large hands gripped tight onto the smaller male's waist, calloused fingers dancing up to his chest. With Louis straddling his lap nearly, niall's frustrated body was slumped back into the white bed. His legs were spread wide under the british boy, biting down at his lip and holding the sheets in his fists tightly soon after. Tomlinson could feel him straining hard in his thin sweat shorts, the irish boy's length pushing roughly against Louis' clothed heat. His head was tipped back, resting on the headboard of the hotel room bed as he willingly bared all of his pretty freckle-laced skin for Louis to practically have his way with. 

Louis made his way across his boy's throat, his tattooed hand was gripped tight into the disheveled mess of hair atop his head. niall's hair was barely blonde now, just a few streaks remaining. the shorter male pressed his chest against niall's. niall's fingers were curled into the boy's tank top, his teeth making his bottom lip red and plump now. Soft whimpers left his sweet pink lips as Louis rocked himself against his boyfriend's length.

Sucking right up under his jaw, the bit of dark stubble that covered his skin scratched at the tattooed male's lips, Niall's bitten fingernails scraping along the soft flesh of his sides as Louis moved on top of him. 

"Fuck, babe...you're killin' me," he mumbled between unsteady breaths, rocking his hips up into the male in attempt to get more friction.

"Mmm...I know."

Louis traveled down his jaw, the tip of his tongue dipping into the dimple in niall's chin. the irish man caught his lips with louis' in a heated kiss, sweeping his tongue along the brunette's. niall bit louis' bottom lip and tugged his back, letting it snap back into place. Louis decided immediately to push his length against niall's hard member in revenge, a soft moan slipping.

"Someone's...gonna catch us."

"I don't care," louis chuckled as he leaned back into his lover, sliding a hand up his chest to hook around his thick neck as niall's parted mouth brushed at his. "Let 'em catch us."

Tommo soon after swirled his hips around to tease his boyfriend. Niall let out an annoyed groan and bucked his hips upward, wanting to simply flip them over and grind against the male's small hips. A whine etched out from Louis' throat, his blue eyes slightly rolling back as niall's hand slid off of his waist and ran up the center of his back. Niall's rough palm pushed along the ripples of louis' spine before the blonde moved his hand out of his shirt. It was sudden, but niall decided to grab and pull louis' hair back, the blue ocean eyes fluttering shut. Lou gasped as he leaned up, niall's mouth immediately attaching to his smaller neck.