Partition (Larry Stylinson Smut)

Chapter 6

When I say 'soon', I mean soon.

Still mad? I hope so👅

Grab some food and a drink, this is going to be a long one.😏
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We stare at each other.

I'm drinking up every drop of his being. How does the almost blank expression tell so much, but yet, confuse me? That's what I am right now- confused.

His breathing matches the kind when you run a short distance. Puffs of warm air hit my face. I'm almost doing the same, but from anticipation. At least, I think so.

Our foreheads are incredibly close. It would actually make more sence to rest them against each other. I mean, considering the circumstance, why would there be an unnecessary gap between us? Fuck, what am I even saying? Focus, Louis, focus!

He's confusing me. Why did he stop? What's he going to do? He's so unpredictable. Or is he wanting me to do something? His eyes change. Holy fuck. Does he want me to kiss him?

He keeps his gaze and lowers his head, making the energy feel even more tense. Shit. He does.

That look; it only says one thing- 'give it all to me now, you have my permission.'

Fuck it. I push my face into his, our noses touching first as we heavily breathe into it. We both tilt our heads to our right, with open mouths, our lips lock and suck on each other. I put my hands on his mid-back as I lean forward to push into the kiss even more. He does the same and grazes his hands all over my back and waist. As his hands run down to my lower back while we practically eat each other, a rush of sex drive courses through my body, creating streams of heat.

Harry pushes me away by grasping the back of my neck and then pulling me towards his neck, demanding me to leopard print his skin.

I place my one hand on the right side of his neck and the other squeezes his left thigh. My tongue starts with a fat but short lick on his neck before planting my open mouth on the warm skin and sucking and biting him. I sloppily move up and down the length of his broad neck, enjoying every inch of the deliciously addictive area.

He especially likes it under his ear, in the crook of his neck, and next to his Adam's apple, because he released an "uh." The sound came from the back of his throat with depth, causing a vibration which I could feel on my lips. He continues producing those sounds of lust, making my pants feel tighter.

His hands find their way to my hair. He grabs fistfuls as he slowly moves his chest backwards and forwards against mine. He pulls my head back by the handful of my hair, making him at a higher angle, to kiss me deeply. I decide to go for what my hands have been begging for, they slide down and squeeze his ass. He takes a sharp but deep inhale and arches his back and then grinds closer to me.

He keeps grinding closer and harder. All the while kissing me, he arches his back again but grinds twice as hard as he did before, our hard cocks aggressively brushing against each other. A violent shiver makes it way through my whole body.

Fucking hell. He noticed my reaction and continues making my hard length throb harder than a heartbeat. I begin to synchronize my own slow thrusts with his while feeling our slick tongues rub against each other. I feel nothing but satisfaction from the hums swimming in the air from us.

I'm halfway in a grind when he suddenly slides off me. The sudden cold air immediately feels uncomfortable and akward. Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong?

He walks to get himself a glass of champagne. He fills the fragile glass half-way with the sparkling liquid and downs it in one go. Good God, I wish I was that drink.