Jealousy Doesn't Look Good On You (lirry/larry)

Chapter 7

"Hello?" Harry called to a seemingly empty house, turning on the lights he called out again, "Hello?"

"I dont think anyone's home, can we just - please?" Liam said as he nodded in the direction of Harry's room. Harry didnt answer, just grabbed Liam's wrist and pulled him towards his room.

"Wow, someone's demanding" Harry said as he smirked "I guess I should be flattered that you're so antsy to get in bed with me."

"Hey, you were the one who couldn't keep your hands to yourself while you were driving" Liam said as he pulled Harry down the hallway and through the door to his room, "and besides, I really need to be kissing you right," he twisted around and kicked the door shut, quickly pushing Harry against the door, "now" he said before surging forward smashing his lips onto Harry's.

Harry moaned out as Liam dropped his lips and began sucking and licking at his pulse point.

Harry could feel Liam's smirk against his neck and it turned Harry on more than he thought it would. Liam grabbed Harrys leg and wrapped it around his waist, rolling their hips together in slow deliberate movements until they were both hard and wanting in their pants. Harry's hands were scraping up and down Liam's back, trying to pull his shirt up and off, he settled on just lifting it up a bit so his hands can roam freely across Liam's taught abs. A small moan escaped Liam at the feeling of Harry's fingertips skimming across the band of his boxers, he pulled away from Harry's neck, admiring the dark red mark that was now there.

He quickly ripped off his shirt, throwing it into the corner, he then dropped to his knee's and looked up at Harry, a silent question. Harry nodded once and Liam continued, pulling his trousers and boxers down until they were pooling around his ankles. Liam ran his hands over the front of Harry's thighs, around the back to cup his arse. Harry's mouth dropped open, his head falling back against the wall as Liam kissed across his thighs and his hips, adamantly avoiding his cock, which was swollen red at the tip and was leaking precome all over his stomach.

"Y-you're such a t-tease" Harry said, attempting to make it sound firm but it came out as a broken moan.

At this Liam smirked and began licking up and down Harry's cock until it was practically quaking, Harry moaned out loudly when Liam finally, finally, swallowed him down until Harry could feel the tightness of the back of Liam's throat. Liam made a pained, almost choked noise around his cock when Harry's hips jerked forward on accident, which just sent vibrations straight to Harry's groin. One of Harry's hands is clutching the wall, almost as though if it wasnt there he wouldnt be able to stand up, which could very well be the case. Harry's free hand grasps Liam's hair, pulling hard and Liam gasps in pain.

Liam begins sucking, hard, and Harry loses all feeling in his legs, he would've began sliding down the wall but Liam tightened his grip on Harry's waist to keep him still. Liam was delighted with the different ways he could suck and lick to make an array of noises come out of Harry's throat. Liam started bobbing his head up and down on Harry's dick at a pace that Harry found to be mind blowing. Harry's back arched off the wall as he began to writhe and squirm. Liam started deep throating Harry as much as possible; trying to push him as close to the edge without letting him go over. Harry could feel his balls begin to tighten up as he grew closer to his orgasm, but he doesnt want it to end like this, he wants to drag it out. He pushes Liam off of him by his shoulders and when Liam finally gets the point and stops hallowing his mouth and gets off of Harry, his lips are bruised, red and slicked from a mixture of saliva and precome.

"Was I - was it bad? It wasnt okay?" Liam asks, voice raspy from being previously occupied. Harry doesnt respond, just pulls off his jeans the rest of the way and pulls his briefs up around his waist again. He quickly grabs Liam by his shoulders and forces him upward. Pushing his lips onto Liam's, he slowly moves the pair backwards until Liam can feel the bed on the back of his legs. Harry unlatched his lips form Liam's and smirks when he see's Liam involuntarily follow his lips, Harry tilts his head to the side and examines Liam, who is taking in harsh breaths, his pupils are so dialated that Harry can't even see the soft brown that is normally there.