Boxer (Larry)

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As I'm getting ready for my mom to arrive, Harry sighs.

"Is everything okay?" I question. He nods.

"Yeah, I'm good." He tells me. Something is off, though. I can tell. He seems distanced, zoned out, and perhaps sad. Of course, this concerns me. Now I'm determined to learn the cause of his emotions and do what I can to help him. So, I frown and try again.

"You can talk to me, Harry. I'm not going to judge you or anything." I remind him.

He puts a smile onto his lips and kisses me softly.

"I'm okay, Lou. Really."

I shake my head and look into his eyes.

"Something's off. You seem... Distracted or something. Like something's wrong." I insist.

"Well, don't get creeped out, it's just that you look so fucking good in that skirt." He says, his hand dropping to the bare skin on my inner thigh.

Harry

He looks absolutely incredible. His black skirt is long enough to cover everything, but just short enough to be a fucking tease. He's paired it with a maroon, tight shirt with long sleeves that shows off his upper body nicely.

After I hesitantly place a hand on his thigh, he gulps and straddles my lap. In an instant, I become harder. He's a virgin, so I most definitely was not expecting that from him.

He presses his lips to mine, and the kiss is full of urgency and desperation. His family is coming over soon, so there's no way we could do anything. To be honest, I'm a little worried about messing up his dark red lipstick until he begins to slowly grind onto me.

My hands grip his hips and my tongue slips into his mouth. He moans softly against my mouth, and I swear it's the hottest sound I've ever heard.

He begins to grind faster and harder, so my hands move to his ass. He pulls away from the kiss naturally as he whimpers. I use this time to my advantage. I press my lips to his neck. Unfortunately, due to the fact that we'll have company any minute now, I can't mark him. But we'll save that for later.

"Harry, god." He breathes out. I continue pressing wet kisses to his neck, throat, and collarbone. My hands dip under his skirt and slide to his ass. That's when he tenses up a little and I realize he's in lacy panties.

"Fucking hell, Louis." I groan.

"Too weird?" He worries. He's so cute.

I kiss his nose.

"You're actually trying to kill me. It's so fucking hot." I tell him.

His cheeks turn a slight shade of pink and he grinds down onto me faster. I'm so hard at this point that I'm aching. If we were to start something right now, I wouldn't last very long.

God, I just want to bend him over this counter and fuck him so hard he's screaming my name and he has trouble walking the next day. Or fuck him on the table, or have him below me as he begs and writhes for any kind of pleasure. I know he's a virgin, so we'll need to be careful the first couple of times. But, when we get a place together, I'll make sure I fuck him in every single room.

There's a knock on the front door.

"Fuck." Louis groans, pulling himself from my lap. We make ourselves completely presentable again and he opens the door.

"Louis! It's so good to see you again!" His mom exclaims. She pulls him into a tight hug, and then looks at me.

"You must be Harry." She says. She hugs me. "It's so good to meet you."

"It's good to meet you, too." I answer. As she hugs me, I hope to god she can't feel just how hard I am for her son.

Luckily, if she feels it, she doesn't say anything.

Louis runs to the kitchen and returns with homemade lasagna and garlic bread.

And that begins our long period of torture.