Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#26

Title: All My Senses Come To Life by pliantlouis on AO3

Summary: Harry and Louis couldn't have been more proud of each other after their charity game today. So, when they're finally alone, they use up their adrenaline in the best way they know possible.

Word Count: 2,729

*Warning* if you couldn't tell already it's smutteh

They're always proud of each other, it's not a secret. Whenever one of them does something great, it's always rewarded one way or another, though usually that way is them fucking in the confines of their hotel or bedroom (a few times it was Liam's room but he doesn't need to find that out). They work off their extra adrenaline through quick thrusts and hot panting.

And that's how they got in this position. Harry has his legs crossed on their bed, Louis sitting in his lap with his hands wrapped around Harry's pale neck. They're hard already, they're practically hard all the time when they see each other. They're hard and proud.

"You did great today, Lou." Harry whispers as his plush lips press against the column of Louis' neck. Louis sighs, threading his fingers in the dark curls of Harry's slightly wet hair.

"I did great? Did you not see yourself?" Louis muses, head tossing back slightly. "You're the one who scored a top notch goal."

"Been practicing." Harry mumbles, Louis' skin hot against his lips, pulse just under the scratch of his white teeth. "Wanted to impress you." Harry continues, hand tightening its grip on Louis' slim waist, still clad in his shorts from the match.

"Well you surely did. I mean, that prancing on the field was definitely ace." Louis jokes as Harry begins sucking the tan skin between his lips. His teeth bite at it softly, tongue swiping over the red mark he's creating. Louis breaths out a soft moan, fingers curling even tighter in his locks.

"Mm, stop talking. Makes it harder for me to mark you up." Harry chuckles, pulling Louis closer on his lap. Louis gasps, biting his lip as Harry continues sucking bruises into his neck. Louis licks his lips, pressing himself down onto Harry's hardening cock.

"Yes daddy." Louis jokes, yet he knows how much Harry enjoys being called that special name. Harry groans, the grip on Louis' waist almost burning.

"You know what that does to me, Lou." Harry whispers, detaching his mouth from Louis' neck in order to shuck Louis' shirt from his still-sweaty body. "Can't just say things like that."

Louis chuckles, his bare chest not concealing the sounds of his pounding heart. "Too late." He smirks, pushing Harry down onto the bed. Louis presses a kiss to Harry's lips before rolling the younger boy's shirt off and pressing gentle kisses to the tattoos scribed in his skin.

Harry closes his eyes, he knows where this is going. His boy always does this. Presses Harry back, kisses his tattoos, then begs to have his cock between his lips. So when Louis' lips are finished caressing the butterfly tattoo, his eyes flicker up to Harry, silently asking if he can take off his shorts.

"Go ahead baby." Harry mumbles, carefully watching the way Louis grins and pulls his shorts down and tossing them to the floor beneath them. Louis takes a deep breath, admiring the red, hard cock presented before him.

"Daddy, your cock is so lovely." He whispers, taking the length into his small, delicate hand. Louis pumps it a bit, constantly keeping his gaze locked with Harry's. Harry bites his lip, tilting his head to the side as he watches his boy stroke his cock.

"Do you wanna suck it baby?" Harry asks, threading his fingers in Louis' longer hair. Louis nods, mouth opening slightly as he leans forward. "Then tell me how much you want it." Harry smiles, knowing how to work Louis up.