talk dirty to me || larry au

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hello everyone! call me marvel c:

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"Say pretty, Harry." Louis demanded sitting across from the boy, hands on the table inching toward the younger boy with each word, "Pret-ty." Louis drew out the word kind of regretting not dragging that nerd along with him home.

Harry nods and grins making Louis just lean closer over the table making the wood press into his stomach, "Pretty." he growls and Harrys brows furrow in confusion.

"Uh, pretty, yeah?" Harry repeats his accent running through his words making Louis grin.

"Yes!" Louis exclams and Harry tilts his head and hums softly.

Harry then furrows his eyebrows, "I weet niet zo goed Engels ... uh, louis.." He tells him.

"Okay." Louis grins and grabs Harry's wrists, "I don't know what you're saying so just.. shut up." He stands up and rounds the table.

"Yeah!" Harry smiles.

"You're so cute." Louis murmurs and climbs onto Harry's lap, letting go of the lad's wrists and dragging his hands down the boy's chest.

Harry watched him, craining his neck back, and breaking out, "Pretty.. uh, Louis." He says and smiles softly.

"Mm." Louis hums and grabs Harry's shoulders, "so smart, darling. Good boys get rewarded, yes?" He tells Harry and Harry tilts his head in confusion.

Louis grins and looks down at Harry's crotch, reachingthe zipper and slowly pulls it down, popping the button off all while Harry watched his work, eyebrows furrowed.

"Louis?" He asks softly, confused.

Louis just ignores him and reaches inside his pants, finally looking up into Harry's eyes and grabbing the younger lad's cock. Louis' eyes widen and Harry gasps, "You're a big man, aren't ya?" He smirks and rubs along Harry's prick vain feeling Harry start to get hard.

Harry's eyes wide and he grabs onto Louis' hips, "Uh.. Uh.." He blubbers, "Pretty!" He shrieks when Louis started pumping him fast.

"I know, love, and who's pretty?" Louis smirks, his arm working Harry' long shaft between them.

"Lo-Lou-Louis." He croaks as he squeezes his eyes shut and lets his jaw go slack. He had never been touched this way before but he loved it.

"Oh." Louis grins and slides his thumb over Harry's slit on his head and watches Harry gasp for air, "Well, aren't you correct." He murmurs and continues his work.

Harry is so close he just doesn't know it. The bottom of his stomach tightens and he's a blubbering mess as toes curl, "pretty.. Pretty.. Pretty." He whimpers and comes inside his boxer pants with a shriek.

Louis just girns and pulls his hand out, fixing Harry up by zipping and buttoning him back up patting Harry's crotch and making the boy whimper.

Louis hums and stands up getting ready to go wash his hand and before he can tell Harry he's cut off by his mum opening the door and speaking, "Louis! I'm home! and I brought cheeseburgers!"

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