{After a fight between Harry and Louis, sex is really the best way to makeup}
Louis: 23 Harry: 21
Word count: 1015
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"You were being such a child on stage tonight."
Harry scoffed and crossed his arms. "Says you. You won't even let me talk to one of the other guys without coming over and interrupting like you're in charge of me or something."
"That's because you get all fucking flirty!"
"I do not!"
"Yes you do! Getting all giggly at anything they say and dancing around with them."
"Oh shit! I forgot I was only allowed to laugh around you."
Louis glared at him. "You're fucking ridiculous."
"Are you kidding me? God, you are so selfish!" Harry turned away to face the wall.
He was so frustrated, he couldn't even look at Louis right now.
"I'm selfish? Really? That's just rich coming from you."
Harry spun around and narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, don't act like you don't love all the attention on you. And you get mad at me for getting jealous but you do the same thing because you just can't stand when everyone isn't constantly paying attention to you!"
"Fuck you!" Harry shouted.
"You wish," Louis snapped right back.
The two stared at each other, both breathing heavily from yelling back and forth so much.
And then suddenly their lips were attached and their bodies were impossibly close.
Louis backed Harry into the nearest wall, his hands finding their way under the younger boy's shirt.
Harry reached out to get Louis' pants undone, making quick work and attempting to shove them off.
The older boy pulled away for a second to yank off his skinny jeans and toss them across the room, not caring where they ended up.
Once Louis kissed him again, Harry began to undo his own pants, struggling to get them off since they were so tight, but he managed.
Their crotches pressed together and Harry let out a little moan, already hard in his boxers.
"Fuck me, Lou," Harry mumbled out, hands fisted in the older boy's shirt.
Louis nodded and flipped him around so his chest was pressed against the wall.
Louis then yanked both of their boxers down, not bothering to take them all the way off.
They were both too desperate and in a rush to care.
Louis couldn't even be bothered to grab the lube that was in a drawer three feet away, he used his spit instead.
He made quick work of prepping the boy, even if he just wanted to go straight in.
Harry's face was pressed against the wall, as well as his hands, wishing he had something - anything - to grab onto. He loved scratching Louis' back when they were fucking and well, Louis loved it too.
"Lou, please," Harry begged.
The older boy spit on his hand and jerked himself off a few times, before he slowly began to enter Harry, who moaned loudly at the motion.
"Fuck," Louis groaned, grabbing onto the curly haired boy's hips, as he began to slam into him.
"H-Holy shit," Harry whimpered out.
"Fuck, Haz, you always feel so fucking good."
Harry just moaned in response.
Maybe Louis was right earlier. Harry liked attention, he liked getting praised, but even so, he really only loved it when Louis did those things.
"You like that? When I praise you?" Louis continued, hands kneading the boy's ass, as his movements slowed just a little.
Harry felt so hot, as he nodded. "Love it, Lou."
"Yeah? You love when I'm giving you all my attention?" Louis moved one of his hands around Harry's front to grab his untouched length and began to jerk him off in time with his thrusts.
Harry moaned out, hands balling up into fists against the wall.
"Yes, Lou," he cried, feeling so much pleasure coursing through him. "Want all your attention all the time."
"Yeah, baby? You like when I touch you and fuck you at the same time?"
Harry nodded again, letting out moans and whimpers as he felt himself nearing his climax.
"Y-Yes, yes, Lou, o-oh my god!" He moaned louder than ever before and threw his head back, his whole body freezing as he came.
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"Fuck, you're so hot," Louis mumbled out, retracting his hand to place it back on Harry's hip, as he slammed into him hard and fast, desperate to reach his high too.
Harry continued to moan and whimper quietly, his body so tired, but wanting Louis to come as well.
"C'mon, Lou, want you to come," Harry mumbled out.
With just a few more thrusts, Louis' nails were digging into Harry's skin as his hips faltered and he came inside the boy with a quiet groan.
"Fuck," Louis mumbled as he slowly pulled out and tucked himself back into his boxers.
Harry turned around and got his own boxers back on before he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face and looked at Louis.
The two were both breathing heavily as they stared at each other, unsure of what to say.
They went from screaming at each other to fucking in less than five minutes.
"I should probably shower," Harry ended up saying and walked past his boyfriend to go to the bathroom, but Louis grabbed his arm.
"Hazza.. I'm sorry.. for everything I said. I know you're not flirting with the boys, but I just get so upset when you get to act like that with them and not me."
Harry turned back around and smiled small, moving closer to Louis. "I know, Lou. I'm sorry too, for calling you selfish."
Louis just smiled and pulled Harry into a tight hug, never wanting to let him go.
"Plus, you may have a point about me liking attention," Harry pointed out and Louis laughed, thinking back to their words from five minutes ago.
"But only from you," he added.
Louis smiled at him and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
"Join me in the shower?" Harry asked with a cute smile.
