Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

Control 1/2

Written by: @ larrysmutok // IG

PART 1

It all starts one night after they've just had sex. Louis is lying on his stomach, sated and sweaty and pleased, his hair a fluffy mess on the pillow beneath him. Harry is lying behind him, catching his breath and absently running his hands over the smooth expanse of Louis' back and ass. His skin is still slightly overheated, soft and lovely under Harry's touch.

Harry has this little fascination with fingering Louis after he's fucked him. He loves the feeling of it, how Louis is all loose and wet with his come. He's still a little sensitive so he always makes these pretty noises when Harry does it. Half the time Harry can make him come again just from that.

Harry shifts his own body up and back slightly, so he's kneeling on the mattress behind Louis. He runs his hands over the swell of Louis’ ass, kisses the small of his back and nudges his fingertip against Louis' hole, questioning. Louis smiles at him over his shoulder, sleepy and relaxed. Harry smiles back and pushes in a little further, until he can feel the slippery wet of his come inside Louis. He presses in and out a couple of times, exploring, until Louis' hips shift slightly against the mattress and he makes a soft noise into his pillow. Harry whispers, "Yeah?" and Louis nods, folds his arms beneath himself and rests his head on them.

Harry continues, slips in a second finger and goes a bit deeper but still so slow, spreading the wet around Louis' rim. It's a gorgeous sight, his come dripping out of Louis' body. It makes his breath catch, makes his blood run hot with something deep and primal and possessive. "I love seeing my come in you," Harry murmurs, his voice husky and low. Louis pushes back on his fingers with a whine. "I love feeling your come in me," he replies, voice slightly muffled.

Harry kneels there on their bed, watching his fingers slide into Louis' body. He adds a third, keeps that same slow, teasing pace because he loves making Louis work for it a little.

Then Louis surprises him. He mumbles something gruff and quiet and Harry doesn't hear him at first, asks him to repeat himself.

"Give me four, Haz." Harry blinks. They've never tried that before.

He's surprised at Louis' request but he obliges, reaching for the lube and drizzling some over his fingers. He tucks the fourth digit in next to the others on the next press in. Louis' body feels tighter around him, a closer fit and he hears Louis huff out a surprised breath. The pressure eases and Harry is gentle, thrusting in slow and steady as Louis adjusts to the new size.

It's then that Harry notices just how hard Louis is breathing. He still has his face buried in his forearms but Harry can hear the quick pants escaping him, Louis’ getting way more worked up over this than Harry could have expected. He pushes his fingers into Louis' body deeper and then out again, shocked by Louis' whimper when they leave him. Harry squeezes Louis' thigh with his free hand. "Okay, babe?" Louis nods against his folded arms. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't stop."

He's panting, sweat gathering on his skin and Harry's just...awed, by how Louis is responding to this. So he keeps it up, thrusts into Louis again and Louis shifts his hips up and lets out this shocked gasp and comes, just like that, tightens up on Harry's fingers and spills onto the mattress. He's making these surprised whimpering noises like he wasn't expecting it at all. Harry is so shocked, feels how Louis is trembling under his touch with the force of it.

Louis goes boneless after, heavy and even sleepier than before. Harry withdraws his fingers carefully and moves up the bed to check on him. "Uh, wow?" Harry says, still in awe of how hard Louis got off on that. Louis just nods. Fuck, he's gone all glassy-eyed and blissed out, his mouth pulled in a dopey smile. Harry thinks he knows that look, but it's always been on his own face. He's never seen Louis like this before.