I heart you You haunt me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

The sound of pants and moans fill the room as Louis continues to deepen our kiss on the bed and the kiss quickly turns into him grinding down onto me.

"Louis..Louis, oh shit." I moan, feeling my own cock harden from underneath me.

I allow myself to start feeling the pleasure of everything, not wondering about what might come next. Even though I'm straight, sex is still sex, right?

Louis starts undressing himself, first by taking off his shirt and quickly stripping off his jeans and boxers all the while staying on top of me.

"Oh Harry. You're still so tight for me, baby." Louis murmurs in my ear, allowing his hands to travel under my backside and enter me again. He keeps his fingers pumping in and out of me at a slow pace, considering that my backside is laid on the bed. "Louis. Please. More." I find myself begging.

"Looks like we've a beggar on our hands." Louis grins down at me. "Something I love in a boy." Louis adds.

I furrow my eyebrows for a moment. "I'm a man." I clarify.

"You're not a man until I've seen what you can do." Louis smiles, taking his fingers out of me and licking them. "You taste so fucking good." Louis adds, purring as he visibly swirls his tongue around his fingers. "You know..if you're going to fuck me go ahead and do it." I look up at Louis.

He bursts out in fists of laughter, and grabs onto my shoulder, jerking me upwards to where we're basically sitting on top of each other. He stops laughing and instead starts nipping at my skin again, looking a me. "Oh kitten. I'm not going to fuck you. Im not taking away your virginity. Not yet. And not in that sort of fashion. I'm going to wait until I earn your trust. And I'll wait until you love me, even, and instead of fucking you, I'm going to show you what making love is like. That's how it's going to work. And I promise it'll be so good. Especially since it's your first time, baby. I promise." He pauses, starting to suck gently on my skin. "But for now it's all blow jobs, hand jobs, fingering, and I'll even eat you out, princess." He smirks. I don't react much to his naming me as his princess, instead, I act like one.

"If you're going to call me princes where's my crown, daddy?" I say in a small voice, playing along.

"Already finely made for you." Louis hums, getting off of me for a sharp second to only reach over to a dresser and grab a flower crown finely put together with colorful roses and daisies.

He crawls on top of me again, careful to not smash the crown, and gently lays it on my head, careful to not get it entangled in my mess of curls. "All pretty.." Louis says once he's leaned back to get a look at me.

"Am I your pretty princess, daddy?" I ask calmly.

Louis stares at me for a moment, probably wondering why I've jus decided to play along but he wipes it away. "Yes, you're my pretty pretty little princess. And as much as Id love to fuck the shit out of you. That's going to have to wait a little longer." He frowns slightly.

My eyes trail down to his hardened cock, which is completely visible due to the fact that he's bare.

"Suck it." Louis voice comes rough and demanding.

"O-oh." I stutter.

He crawls off of me, and positions himself on his knees in front of me.

I turn around to where I'm on my stomach, his cock centimeters from my face. I take it with one hand, slowly putting my mouth down around it, immediately causing Louis to moan. "Suck it, Harry. Fuck. Suck. Suck it!" He starts raising his voice.

I bob my head up and down on his cock, hollowing out my cheeks and teasing him every now and again by only licking the head, which only earned me seeing him in fits of angered moaning and groaning.

"Fuck you can really deep throat." Louis moans, gripping onto the back of my curls and using the advantage to start thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth to the point that it's starting to hit the back of my throat. "You sure you've never had any experience? Fuck. Because you're fucking amazing." Louis moans.

"Positive." I manage to get out.

"You're a fucking natural." His cursing increases.

"Oh fuck I'm about to come." He warns.

I find myself to be turned on by his moaning, and with the small things, like his touched that linger on my backside, I'm soon riding the bedsheets to get myself to come too.

"Oh shit. Fuck." Louis moans, and suddenly my mouth is filled with a warm, somewhat creamy liquid. "Swallow, Harry. Good boys swallow." Louis says.

I look up to see his face slightly moisturized with sweat and his eyes are looking straight down at me.

I slowly swallow the stuff while watching Louis, and he's clearly pleased.

"Good boy."