He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12

*Louis’ POV*”

“no Harry”

“I really want it, Lou…” he whines, his forehead against my shoulder.

He’s straddling my bare hips in nothing but his plaid, still wide open. He made me snap when, after a few more snogging and grinding, he tried to position himself on top of my leaking length.

“I can’t bring myself to do that, not yet” I shake my head, making him look up at me with his crimson eyes.

“you can’t let me blow you and then deny fucking me, Louis!” he whines again, and if it wasn’t because of his words I’d say he’s acting like a kid.

Though he didn’t look like a kid whilst blowing me. A little bit inexperienced, yeah. I mean, it’s the first actual blowjob he gives… I can’t complain though.

“you’re sixteen, Harry! I can’t-”

“yes, you do! I want it, you want it, so why the Hell not?” he almost shouts. “My age isn’t a problem, and you know that” he ends up mumbling.

“you’re just so fragile and innocent in my eyes, Harry… it’s wrong, like- I cannot even think about it without feeling guilty…” I finally confess.

“innocent, me? Out of all people, you think I’m innocent?!” he snorts.

“uh, yeah…?” I end up asking, rubbing my hands gently up and down his forearms as his hands still rest on my neck.

“Louis, you don’t know how many times I’ve gotten off to you… There’s not a day in which I don’t think about your body in sinful ways; not a day I spend without hoping you’ll finally fuck me, make love to me, Louis. I’ve gotten off to the thought of it, imagining the sounds you’d make, and how you’d make me feel…” he sighs, his skin flushed and sweaty. “I’m not innocent” he states, his blood eyes connected to mine.

I let all of that sink in, along with some twitches down there that Harry probably felt against his bum.

“still, y-you’re too young Harry, and you know it” I stammer slightly, blushing because of what he just confessed.

“you fucked a fifteen year old last year!”

“no I didn’t!”

What the fuck?!

“yes you did! You fucked that girl at that Halloween party. Perrie told Niall about it…” he mumbles, probably feeling embarrassed by letting me know he knows this kind of things.

“uh… oh- OH! Yeah? She was fifteen?! Damn… it doesn’t matter, I didn’t know her age. She certainly didn’t look so young and in my defence I needed-”

“Louis, that’s not the point!” he shouts, and suddenly I can feel his fingertips burning my skin.

I close my eyes, trying not to focus on the slight pain, but it becomes unbearable when suddenly his whole hands are burning me.

“fuck, God!” I shout, pushing him off me brusquely and rubbing my shoulders.

“hey! No need to be rude- oh my God, did I do that to you?!” he suddenly barks out, kneeling closer to me.

“I guess so…” I breath out.

“my hands… they’re imprinted in your skin” he says in shock, his eyes wide.

I try to look at my wounds but obviously fail, so I quickly get to my feet and stand in front of the mirror in my wardrobe, my eyes widening at the sight.