WRONG NUMBER - LARRY AU

> forty-four <

there was a problem with last night's update, i don't really know what happened but i don't think modt of you got the notification in your feed, and i can't see some of the details. so, make sure you didn't miss the last one! because this one continues right where the previous one ended.

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as soon as harry has backed up against louis' face, he dips in and lathers his tongue over the already stretched hole.

it's warm and damp from the lube and louis' tongue finds its way inside to the soundtrack of harry's little whimpers playing subtly yet unavoidably in the background. this procedure seems to be more sensitive, as he's trembling the mere second louis starts to let his tongue ripple around and inside the rim. it's quick and lithe, the motions pulling louder and more strained noises out of harry's mouth the longer they go on.

louis is so happy. he's euphoric.

he's never felt his chest brimming with this many positive emotions while pleasuring somebody orally. he's never felt as though he was doing it because of how much he wanted to, as well as how much he wanted his partner to feel good. knowing it feels good for harry is almost the best part.

he licks into harry for nearly ten minutes, and by the end of it, the boy is trembling like a leaf.

"agh, lou, baby, please," he pleads, then grabs louis' cock sturdily. louis winces. "fuck me now. i need it."

"gonna put the condom on, love?"

at the mention of it, harry grabs said item and rips the plastic open. he sits down on louis' abdomen, then rolls the slick rubber down his length. a moan is pushed through from the back of his throat when he bucks his knees up thereafter, louis reclining flatly into the mattress. he's fucking delirious, lying back to observe as harry aims the cockhead against his pinkened hole. oh, what a sight. he almost thinks he's gonna cum on the spot just by seeing his own cock disappear into harry's plush arse.

it's so warm. so deep. so suffocating and fulfilling at the same time. harry sinking down on him feels like a pivotal moment, like he's just found his purpose, his wealth. it intensifies, his heart fluttering when he feels and watches harry lift and drop on top of him, his heat tight around the length of his pulsing cock. he's bouncing then. bouncing, gyrating, doing just about everything to please himself and louis at the same time. (louis is definitely pleased. in fact, he doesn't want to get up ever. he wants to lie here until his lungs give out.)

"fuck, you're so big," comes out of harry as a mere breath, a gruff exhale.

louis grips at harry's hips, his hands calmly stringing after his upheaving movements. "you feel like fucking velvet, babe. fucking heaven."

as harry's level of confidence is enhanced by louis' comments, he picks up the speed, letting loose completely. the moans rolling out of him make louis' cock thicken, even though it's already at a width he's never felt before. he, along with every blood vessel in his body, have accessed a new territory of pleasure. he's new to this. he's new to feeling thoroughly merged with his partner during sex; feeling like this cascade of lust encompasses everything that he feels for harry; the admiration he's developed for him over time. it feels right. impeccably so.

"my hair," says harry suddenly. "can you—i put my hair tie—" he stops to gather air, "on your nightstand. can you—" another inhale, "put my hair up?"

he's still bouncing.

louis maintains the same supine position while reaching for the small hairband on the bedside table. then he sits up, one hand pinned to harry's waist. harry's movements decelerate mildly at the alteration and louis starts to gather his half-long curls into a little bun at the back of his head. he experimentally ties the elastic band around the hair thrice, letting go when it feels secure yet unconstrained. the bun bounces along with harry's quickened lifts and drops, louis' groin and abdomen clenching comfortably at the sight and feeling of filling him up.