summary: larry reunites at niams wedding,
word count: 9,435
The room was hot, too hot. But it was the good kind, the kind where you're so caught up, you can't focus on how fast you're breathing, or how if feels like there's a lack of air in the room and you could pass out at any given moment.
The only sounds heard were the pants coming from Harry, his bed softly hitting the wall, and little 'uh's from Louis, who Harry thought looked best when his hair was all fucked and frizzy from the moving and the heat, instead of stuck to his forehead with sweat.
Louis threw his head back as he felt Harry start to go harder. His legs were wrapped around Harry's waist as he laid at the edge of the bed, before the Harry stood up and threw Louis' legs over his shoulder, and changed his angle, hitting Louis' spot. Louis' back arches as Harry moves his hands from by his head, to his hips, scratching his skin lightly as they make their way there.
"Fuck-" Louis breathes, "right there," the whines and moans he's letting out getting a pitch higher, "fuck, Harry."
"Do that again," Harry mumbles, head thrown back as everything starts feeling good for him, "keep saying my name, baby." he picks his pace up as he keeps the angle, hands gripping his hips hard enough that his rings will lesve imprints; he's loving what this angle does to Louis. Louis starts feeling dizzy, the good kind where everything starts tightening up and you feel like you can't breathe.
Louis doesn't stop saying Harry's name, and Harry can't stop telling him how good he's taking it, and everything starts getting loud and fuzzy. Louis words become a slurred mixture of profanities and Harry's name and he keeps mumbling 'daddy' under his breath and Harry reminds himself that they need to talk about that.
Harry feels Louis start to tighten up, and he knows Louis' about to finish, so he starts moving faster, harder, and abuses that one spot until he feels himself get there there.
"Do it." is all he mumbles before he sees Louis nod his head frantically, and before he knows it, the boy is coming undone beneath him. His eyes roll back a bit as he finishes, Louis' name coming off his tongue.
He pulls out carefully, smirking when Louis whines, he disposes of the condom in his bathroom, and comes back with a towel as he passes it to Louis.
"So, tomorrow? Or do we need a break?" Louis asks, sitting up as he finishes wiping his stomach off.
"A break? Coming from the boy who I once fucked for a week straight." Harry chuckles, cleaning up and grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, and throwing a pair at Louis.
This was their routine, come to one of their houses after school, fuck around for a little bit, make jokes about it while they clean themselves up, and then act like nothing ever happened. It was always the same and they were fine with that.
"Yeah, and then I was so burnt out that I didn't want to get off for a week, is that something you want to go through again?" Louis teases, pulling the boxers up his legs and hopping of Harry's bed and looking for his jeans.
They weren't exactly exclusive in any way, they just happened to prefer each other. Louis didn't like the way other boys handled him, they never cared that he covered himself, and they never grabbed his hips the way Harry does, which only lead to more insecurities and he'd never get off; whereas Harry didn't let him cover up because he saw nothing wrong with Louis' body and it ended up helping the boy.
Harry on the other hand couldn't get there with anyone else. He wasn't exactly ugly, but boys and girls throwing themself at him turned him off a great amount. But Louis, oh Louis, he didn't want it at first and it took Harry so long to get it, 'we have a nice friendship, let's not fuck it up', he'd always say. That is of course, until Harry kissed him, and all of a sudden he needed more. Harry liked that, and now he hasn't been able to stop. Boys didn't pull Harry's hair the way Louis does when he wants to be kept on edge, and girls didn't sound as pretty as Louis did when he finished.
