Boxer (Larry)

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SMUT WARNING

I'm supposed to be in class today, but Zayn is leaving tomorrow at five in the morning for California. I can't let him go without spending time with him. We set up a day to go shopping and to dinner.

We've finished shopping, but now we're sitting at IHOP for food.

"I'll miss you." I tell him.

"I'll miss you more. We'll be back for three days around Thanksgiving, and a week and a half for Christmas." He reminds me. I nod.

"I know. This just sucks." I sigh.

A waiter comes and takes our orders. Zayn and I both order pancakes and bacon. He promises to return shortly.

***

I get home well after midnight. Harry's awake, sitting on the couch. I'm already crying, so I hope he isn't mad at me or anything. I can't argue with him right now.

He looks up at me and opens up his arms. I drop my bags and curl up in his lap. Then I cry for a long time. He gently rubs my back and tells me soothing things. He reminds me of all the opportunities Zayn and I will have to see each other.

"I love you." I tell him.

"I love you too." He says. I press my lips to his and he kisses back just as passionately. I deepen the kiss and press my body against his. After a moment, he pulls away.

"You know, the living room hasn't been checked off of that list." He tells me. I know what list he's talking about. When we moved in, he told me he had a goal to fuck me in every room of the house. We then listed every room and have crossed off every room we've fucked in. Both of the bathrooms, our room, and two out of three guest rooms have been checked off. The living room, however, remains blank. No line running through it. Might as well change that.

So that's exactly what we do. He presses his lips to mine and hovers over me. We waste no time in removing all of our clothes. He slowly pushes inside of me and I whimper.

He kisses my forehead softly.

"You're so pretty, Louis." He tells me. I smile.

After a few minutes where he allows me to get adjusted, he begins moving his hips into mine with a slow, steady pace. It isn't enough.

"Harry, please. Faster." I say. He chuckles and speeds up.

A soft moan leaves my lips and he smirks. I know he loves it when he gets a reaction out of me. My hands grip his forearms and his lips find my collarbone.

"H- Harry. Fuck." I breathe out. He speeds up even more and adjusts his angle so that he can get deeper.

I roll my head back and groan.

"God, Louis. You feel so fucking good." He whimpers. He starts sucking a mark onto my collarbone, which is one of his favorite places to mark me.

After a few more minutes, he speeds up again. I arch my back as a whimper leaves my lips. He knows exactly what to do and exactly how to push me over the edge in what seems like very little time. He rolls his hips against mine harshly, and I clench around him on purpose. He groans and bites down on my skin. I gasp, the movement unexpected but not unwelcome.

He speeds up again.

Just as I suspected, it doesn't take terribly long for both of us to become close. This time, though, I'm not the first to cum. Harry is. He does, and then makes his thrusts quick, sharp, and harsh in an attempt to push me over the edge. And, after a few minutes, it works.

He pulls out and lays next to me after pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I love you so much." He tells me. I mumble it back, but I'm falling asleep so I have no idea if he understands what I say. Oh well. I'm sure he gets the idea.