Fuck You Better (Larry Stylinson One Shot)

This, people, is my 500 Follower Special. ERMIGAWD! This is half a thousand!

Just a bit of smut. Very short. Bottom!Harry and top!Louis. Slight mentions of Elounor smut and I beg you, don't do the same mistake as I did. I looked one up and I couldn't read the first paragraph, don't do it, I beg you! I didn't listen, please listen! It's for your own safety!

Harry looked smirking over Louis' shoulder as they looked through tumblr. The website was exploding with the picture that proved that Louis was 'single'.

"They saw it," Louis said smirking.

"Look how cute they are," Harry said as he pointed at the screen at some posts where they said

The beard is gone!

No Eleawhore anymore!

The Larry Ship can sail again!

We're through the storm!

"Cutest people ever," Louis smiled.

"They just always take the piss out of Elounor, that's amazing. I read a few 'Elounor Smuts' which are basically a few paragraphs with horrible spelling and Eleanor that walks in on us."

"Let's look it up, huh?" Louis suggested.

They went through a few, almost laughing their asses off at the mocking way the 'elounor smut' was written, until they came to an actual one without even realizing it.

"Wait a sec, is this real?" Louis asked with disgust on his face.

Harry stared at the screen with wide eyes and Louis jumped up, shielding his boyfriend's eyes with his hands.

"Don't look at that, babe! You might get eyecancer!" Louis exclaimed, quickly pressing his lips onto Harry's.

Harry kissed back, wrapping his arms around Louis. They shut the laptop before settling down on the bed, Harry cuddled up with Louis.

"Ya know ..." Harry said, "she'd do it good."

"What?" Louis asked.

"She could fuck you good," Harry said and Louis looked at him as if he had gone mental, when Harry suddenly pushed him backwards, crawling on top of him. "She could fuck you good, but I can fuck you better."

Harry swept down, pressing a harsh kiss to his lover's lips, holding him by his shoulders to keep him still. Louis kissed back instantly, his arms finding their way around Harry's middle.

"You sure about that?" Louis teased, his fingers tracing the waistband of Harry's boxers that were shown a bit over his jeans.

"Want me to prove it?" Harry asked, nipping Louis' earlobe.

"Mhm," Louis hummed, smirking a bit.

Harry started kissing Louis' neck, his hands sliding over his boyfriends arms and underneath his top, scratching his nails over the tan skin underneath the fabric.

They shed each other out of their clothes quickly, throwing them onto the floor as Harry pushed Louis down, gently kissing down his body.

He stopped at Louis' boxers, teasingly tracing his tongue along the skin a bit over the waistband.

Louis' hand found it's way into Harry's curls, tugging slightly and massaging his scalp as he said, "No teasing, babe."

Harry blushed a bit at the pet name and slipped his long fingers under Louis' waistband, slowly pulling it down.

Louis' semi hard on was freed from the fabric and Harry instantly closed his large palm over it, stroking it to full hardness before leaning over and enveloping the head in his mouth.