Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#32

Title: Love it When You Twitch by Siempre (pretty sure that means forever I'm crying) on AO3

Summary: They're on the second week of the X Factor tour when Louis discovers Harry really likes being ordered around in bed. (X Factor era fic)

Word Count: 2,190

They're on the second week of the X Factor tour when Louis discovers Harry really likes being ordered around in bed. This thing between them is still fairly new; they're still figuring each other, and each other's bodies, out.

Just a few days ago, when Louis had him spread out on the bed in their shared hotel room, his hand on Harry's stiff prick, he'd found out a new way to turn the boy into a quivering heap. Louis was still out of breath from the feeling of Harry's hands taking care of him just a few minutes ago, his body coated in a light sheen of sweat.

It'd only been a few minutes since he'd gotten his fingers around the other boy, but Harry's hips were already twitching into Louis' stroking hand, his cock blurting out small drops of precome each time Louis squeezed just so under the head.

Harry was getting more worked up, gasping for breath, as the older boy planned his next move. Louis kept stroking him as he moved his unoccupied hand from the soft pillow next to Harry's head into his hair and gave his curls a firm tug.

He hadn't expected the boy beneath him to groan and clench his fists into the sheets, hips stuttering as his cock spurted. Louis squeezed his hand, jerking him through it as he covered Louis' fingers and his own belly in stripes of come.

He kept going until Harry whimpered in discomfort, too sensitive and overstimulated for it to go on any longer. Louis noticed he wasn't shying away from his hand though, his thighs twitching while he tried to keep still. Interesting , he thought, wondering how long he could've kept going until Harry would've said something to make him stop. He filed that thought away for another occasion though.

When his panting had slowed slightly, Harry opened his eyes, seeing the other boy's smirk as he wiped his hand on some tissues he got from the box on the nightstand.

"You didn't tell me that was a thing for you," he teased, his blunt fingernails scratching over Harry's scalp. The response was immediate; the boy shuddered and shied away, gasping.

"I didn't know it was a thing until just now." Louis was delighted to see that his cheeks were turning pink and he twisted a curl around his index finger.

He was already thinking of what else he wanted to try with him.

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The days after that went by fast, all the boys giddy with the excitement of being on a stage in front of big crowds nearly every night. It was a feeling Louis could solely describe as a huge adrenaline rush.

Harry and him slept in the same bed nearly every night, staying up late, talking about the things they dreamed of for the future of the band and laughing about the antics they had gotten up to on stage.

Sleeping together every night also meant taking their sexual relationship a step further, moving on from quick hand jobs to Louis finally getting his mouth on Harry. He'd never forget the feeling of Harry shooting messily in between his lips for the first time, trembling.

They weren't quite ready to get into the more serious stuff, but that didn't mean they couldn't try new things. It usually started with Louis leaning in close backstage after a show, warm breath exhaled against Harry's cheek, something along the lines of "So there's this thing I thought we could maybe try tonight..."