"You wanna come inside for some wine?" Louis asked after unbuckling his seatbelt.
"I don't think you should be drinking. You're incredibly light weight and the hangover could be worse."
"I'm alright. I'm too full to even drink. You still wanna come inside?" Harry sighed. He'd only be denying himself if he said turned the kind gesture down, so he took his keys out of the ignition and opened the door.
"Two glasses is my limit."
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A whole bottle of wine later, Harry and Louis were completely intoxicated. They laughed about random stories and were starting to get handsy.
Louis was already in Harry's lap sucking love bites into his skin. Harry's hands found a liking towards Louis' plump round bum. The smaller of the two groaned and bit into Harry's pulse point.
"Lou..." Harry moaned and gripped his bum tighter.
"My room then?" And before he could count to ten, Louis was grinding up against Harry in he comfort of his own bed.
"You got any lube, and a condom?" Harry growled, sucking painful hickeys into Louis' neck.
"Top drawer. Hurry." Harry fumbled through the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube.
"You don't have any condoms."
"Fuck! J-just go without. I'm clean." Harry nodded and popped the bottle open, squirting a decent amount onto his fingers.
He circled the index around Louis' rim and gently pushed into the tight ring of muscle. Louis moaned and ground onto the finger.
"Another." Louis panted. Harry stared down at the taut body beneath him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His face was screwn in pleasure, mouth falling slack when Harry inserted the next digit.
Harry stretched his fingers out slightly in the boy, only to scissor them rapidly and thrust them in and out of his slick hole. Louis keened high in his throat, thrusting up in the air. He was desperate for Harry find his spot.
"More Harry!" Harry smirked and stuck his last finger in, using that and the index to stretch him out and the middle to search for his prostate. He knew he had found it when Louis let out a load moan and grinded faster into it.
Harry tapped against the swelling gland a few times before circling in and pressed down. Louis wrapped his succulent thighs around Harry's waist and clenched tightly around his fingers.
"H-Harry! I'm gonna-" he omitted a whine when Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped the on the sheets. He took the bottle again and poured a generous amount into his palm.
"You look so pretty like this, babe. So desperate and needy. I'm gonna fuck you nice and rough so when you go out, everyone will know you've been fucked like a good little princess." Harry slowly slicked himself up as he watched Louis crumble. His eyes were tightly shut, his hands were fisting the pillow underneath him, hair matted and damp against his forehead, and he was still grinding into thin air.
"Harry please!" Harry's eyes darkened more than he ever thought they could. He darted towards Louis and somehow managed to shove himself in. Louis' back arched into Harry and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hands curled into Harry's locks and he pulled tightly. Harry groaned and looked at Louis with a sly smile.
"Oh baby, if you keep that up, you won't walk right for week. God you're so tight." And honestly, that seemed pretty convincing for Louis.
He tugged harshly at his hair and grinded into Harry. Harry groaned and pulled Louis' legs over his shoulders. Without warning, he slammed into Louis. Louis screamed, throwing his head against the pillow.
