Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU

PART 17: Opposition

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Believe or not, only six days later, Harry and I had already managed to have sex in seven different places. It almost felt like a routine now. I would drop out of class, meet him in a dorm or an unoccupied working room/classroom and we would have a quick shag that would leave us both satisfied for the entire day. One time we even managed to do it inside a professor's office while he was on his coffee break—but it all was under Harry's initiative.

All this sex, yet neither of Caleb, Adeline or Elise had noticed. I was so content with myself that I could sometimes catch myself smiling for no reason at all when I walked past a mirror. It was like nothing I had ever experienced—but on the other hand, Harry's sex, was also like nothing I had ever experienced. The best thing about it was how it never lost its style. It was just as—breathtakingly—good every time we did it, which was why I quite literally never wanted it to stop.

Like I said, six days had passed since the time I went to Harry's dorm and Elise and Niall were alone in mine. I had hoped that he would have at least opened up about his feelings in the slightest, but apparently they had only ended up watching a movie. I was desperate to figure out how I was gonna help him come further, since Liam and her seemed to glide apart more for every day.

It was Wednesday when I was laying in bed watching a movie on my laptop and a kissing couple came up on the screen. At once I started to feel incredibly needy and the fact that Niall had just gone to the gym (for the first time in two weeks) made it the perfect time to ask Harry to come over.

ME: Fancy a shag?

HARRY: Oh yes.

HARRY: Where are you?

ME: Alone in my dorm. Come here...

Once Harry came over and bursted through the door without knocking, only three minutes had passed since I sent my last text. After removing his jacket and shoes, he crawled down next to me in bed and glanced at the screen to my laptop. He sat up straighter beside me and focused his eyes on the movie. I was just about to close the lid to the laptop when he stopped me.

"No, don't stop it. We can watch it together."

I clinged onto his side, buried my face into his neck and breathed in—reminding me of how he would always smell just as good as the day before. I nibbled on his skin, kissed it harshly and sucked at the very spot I knew he liked so much. But still, he was watching the movie.

"C'mon. There's only twenty minutes left of it. I've seen this one. The ending is amazing."

"That's not why I asked you to come over..." I grunted against his skin.

"I know, it's not why I came either but I love this movie," he said and lightly pushed my face away from his neck, making me frown. His last words came out in a mumble, "We've never done anything else than have sex. We could try doing something else for once."

I snorted. "We're not building a friendship, Harry. We have sex, and that's what we do. I don't want to watch a movie with you."

"I just wanna watch it for ten minutes." He sighed. "Alright?"

"Okay," I exhaled, slowly letting go of him before sliding down beside him.

I could not understand why he would rather want us to watch a romcom than have sex. The thought of getting close to him, intimacy aside, was never appealing to me. I still did not like the person he was. People still came to him and asked for sex—I had even seen it happening—and even though he had me like a puppet on a string, he agreed to have sex with many others.

I was literally supplying him with sex on the daily—whenever he wanted it—and he still was not fully satisfied.

And now he wanted to watch a romcom with me?

Sigh.

Having stopped paying attention to the movie, I glanced down at the sweatpants that covered up his tall legs. I kept imagining yanking them down and ripping his package open while he was sat there. His bulge was visible at his crotch—not because he was hard, but because his cock was enormous and poked out very clearly regardless of what he was wearing. I decided to sneak my hand to his hip, let my fingers crawl to his bulge and gently massage it through the thick material.

"Louis." He shivered, ignoring my stare. "Five more minutes?"

I clenched my fingers around his shaft and stroked back a forth with my thumb. I watched his face scrunch up at the sensation, a gasp soon exiting from his patted lips before finally looking over at me with a frown.

"Can you not?"

I raised my eyebrows and stopped my hand from moving. "What?"

"I'm gonna fuck you, alright? I just want you to watch this movie with me, why can't you do that?"

I chortled nervously. "Alright. Sorry. I'll watch with you."

We ended up watching the rest of the movie, and then had angry sex afterwards. Harry was apparently mad at me for being horny and I was mad at him for getting mad. Regardless, the sex was amazing—because who doesn't love a bit of angry sex? It is more dominant, involves more spanking and allows more biting on each other's skin.

Once we were finished, Harry was resting his head on my chest while fiddling with his fingers. I could tell that he was thinking about something that he wanted to say out loud, but he refused. When he finally spoke up I could hear the grumpiness in his tone.

"It's a shame you're so good in bed."

I snorted. "I could say the same to you."

He then got dressed, collected all his things and left the room without saying goodbye. Just minutes after he was gone, Niall came back from the gym. He was sweating uncontrollably once he entered and threw his gym bag on top of his bed. He looked over at me—who was still, by the way, naked and exhausted.

"Was Harry just here?"

I nodded. "Correct."

Niall made a face. "Wow, you're really getting laid every day. Good on you."

"Yeah." I chuckled. "I can barely remember how it feels not being sore."

"Thanks for that info." Niall scoffed while motioning towards the bathroom. "You're lucky, anyway, I'm gonna go jack off in the shower."

I laughed at him and watched him go inside the bathroom and close the door. After that I mushed my face into the pillow and groaned in frustration. I never would have imagined the first time Harry was angry with me would affect me this much—but in fact, his frowning face was all that flashed through my head, and the worst thing about it was that I did not understand why he was mad in the first place.

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