Don't ~ Larry Stylinson

Two

ii.

It's a week later that Louis' put in the same situation, at a birthday party for someone he doesn't actually think he's met in person. That didn't stop him from attending however, and two hours in he's sat in one of the several living rooms in a house that would be deemed lavish to most (most because it isn't exactly huge compared to the homes the other a-list guests are accommodated with), a little bit tipsy with a lap full of man who's a lot past drunk.

Louis doesn't really know when or how long Harry's been sitting here, but his presence just kind of feels nice. Like, combined with the same gin and tonic he's been sipping on for the last half hour, the way Harry laughs unashamedly at anything Niall- who Louis also met recently, and turns out to be one of Harry's best mates- says, and the weight of Harry on him, he just feels relaxed, could stay here for a while.

Harry's been switching his attention between other guests and Louis frequently, making sure to nuzzle up under Louis' neck or curl into his side a little more so that he gets his point of needing all of Louis' attention across (which is just crazy really, because of course the only thing Louis can focus on is Harry. The man commands attention everywhere he goes just by his presence), before he jumps right back into a conversation with someone Louis can't really remember the name of, but he also doesn't think it's that important.

Liam and Zayn are off somewhere on another floor which leaves Louis to entertaining himself by running his hand through Harry's curls, waiting until the woman Harry's been chatting with finally dismisses herself, stands up and walks off to talk with someone else.

Louis finds all of Harry's attention is on him then and he helps the man switch around where he's seated half on his lap and half on the couch cushion next to him, pushes a curl off his forehead. The alcohol he's been consuming for the last couple hours has made his cheeks a little flushed and his eyes glazed over, and he looks beautiful, Louis thinks.

"Hi darling, having fun on my lap?" Louis teases, watching as a sloppy grin slides onto Harry's face.

"You have no idea," he drawls, unapologetically himself and completely unashamed of showing what he wants.

He leans in further once he's made dwindling eye contact with Louis, presses his lips to Louis' without a thought, and it's all Louis can do to sit there and let it happen, move his lips languidly against Harry's and ignore the small part of him that still reminds him that this is a bad idea.

Harry's thighs encompass him when he shifts, and the new position gives him an advantage on Louis, can easily dominate the kiss and Louis indulges him, lets Harry take what he wants for a second.

He draws back, leaving Louis' lips and settles for pressing across his cheek, down his jaw, and to the pulse point on his neck instead. Louis bares his neck to let Harry in more and it's Harry that lets out a groan, so affected by the way Louis lets him take what he wants and it's just so much.

He's been throwing himself at the man all night, provoking him in any way he can to get his attention and maybe he's finally got it, now that the two men that are usually around Louis are gone and there's no one to distract them.

And Louis' been trying his hardest to not succumb to the way Harry smiles at him when he's tipsy and the way he throws his head back when he laughs and the way he is happy to let Louis play hard to get, happy to chase after him, but now the warning Liam had given him a week ago after the BRITS to not make dumb decisions with pretty boys that are going to get him hurt is completely gone from his mind, just like the fact that Harry is only searching for a good fuck is forgotten as well, replaced with the arousal and the warmth that Harry gives him and yeah, Louis' too far in this to give it up now.

He pushes Harry up from off his chest where he has been sucking love bites that are sure to form in the next hour, whispering into Harry's ear huskily when he gets a look of confusion that's almost covered with blatant arousal. "C'mon. Home," is all Louis tells him and then Harry's hopping off his lap without pretense, letting Louis place his spread palm on the small of his back and lead them out of the extravagant house without a word.

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They're busting into Louis' flat as soon as the key clicks in the lock and Harry's on him immediately, could barely keep it in his pants on the cab ride over, and Louis' quick to shut the door behind them and push Harry up against it, fist his hands into his shirt and press their mouths together urgently, deeply panting into each other's mouths because they still need oxygen but they just can't slow down.

They stumble into Louis' bedroom quickly, yanking every layer of clothing that's separating their skin off. They're quick to go at it, quick to move it along and get to the point their bodies are both desperate to be at.

Louis opens Harry up slowly, being careful so that he won't hurt him (cuz like, Louis' big), and he slides in easily after he's worked Harry up to four fingers. He fucks the curly-headed man good and hard, hits his spot over and over and Harry just takes it, lets out throaty moans and high-pitched whines as he clenches around Louis' girth.

Harry's really fucking tight, exceptionally so because of Louis' definitely over average size, and it doesn't take much for them to get to the edge, a couple more deliberant thrusts and they're both coming, one after the other, and Louis feels like he's on cloud nine. Like he's not even on the Earth anymore, a separate plane between the world and heaven.

Harry's arguably the best Louis' ever had, makes him feel like he's seeing God every time Harry moans and clenches around him, and round two (and three) are just as amazing.