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part five

Louis

It was complete instinct that drove Louis to stay with Harry during his rut. The thought came so suddenly and automatically, that there was no other choice but to stay. Louis' body and entire being responded for him, completely compelled by Harry and his mouth-watering smell. But given the current situation, Louis wasn't regretting it. In fact, he was really liking it.

Harry's large hands were grabbing every bit of Louis while they made out on his bed. His neck, his waist, his ass. It hadn't progressed beyond kissing, but Louis felt drunk from just Harry's lips alone as they devoured him, wet and heady. He felt warm all over and it was a mix of what they were doing and the body heat Harry was emanating onto him. Sweat pooled down Louis' back and beaded down his hairline; Louis was growing wet inside his boxers, too.

"You smell so good," Harry groaned, his tongue licking into Louis' mouth. "So fucking good. Just want you all the time."

"Harry," Louis moaned into the kiss, writhing underneath him. He felt a gush of slick dribble down from his hole and was desperate for Harry to do something to relieve him. He'd never spent a rut with anyone, obviously, and wanted to be there for Harry just like he was there for Louis during his heat. Louis didn't realize, however, how much this would be affecting him too.

Breaking their kiss, Harry looked at him for a moment, eyes hooded and lips wet with saliva, before ducking down and running his tongue down Louis' neck right over his mating spot. He sucked an open mouth kiss over it and continued to mouth along Louis' collarbone. "Want to taste you," he whispered.

It was all the warning Louis got before his body was flipped over, face down over Harry's mattress. Harry laid himself over Louis' back, hovering over slightly so he wouldn't crush him and his lips pressed against his ear. "Can I?" Harry asked, voice rough and husky.

Louis nodded shakily, pushing his ass against Harry.

Harry wasted no time. He pulled back and rose onto his knees, his hands grabbing Louis' waist and fingers tucked into the hem of his shorts. Pulling them down in one go with Louis' boxers, he let out a soft, pleased sound at the sight of Louis' bare ass.

"Perfect, perfect, perfect," he said, his hands grabbing onto the flesh and squeezing between his palms. "I'm obsessed with you, Lou. There's no one better than you."

Louis' eyes fluttered shut, not just because of the implications of Harry's sweet words, but also because of the rush of cold air that hit his hole as Harry spread his cheeks. "Harry, please," Louis whined, arching his ass up.

"I'm here, baby," Harry said, the pet name slipping out of his lips with ease. Without preamble, Harry's mouth was on him, tongue licking from his hole to his perineum. Louis moaned, high and raspy, arching his back as Harry lapped his tongue over the slick seeping out of Louis' hole. Harry was moaning as well, their noises synching up in harmony. After getting every drop on his skin, Harry focused on Louis' hole, sucking on it and teasingly poking his tongue inside.

Slowly, Harry eased his tongue in, fucking Louis with his mouth, and the more he did it, the more Louis felt slick come out, endless and constant. He was loud, probably louder than Harry, and he wasn't even in heat. Harry took his time, eating Louis out precisely like he had all the time in the world.

"I'm going to come," Louis warned. "I'm so close, H. I'm so fucking close."

"Can you come just from my tongue?" Harry asked curiously.

Louis turned to look at him shakily. "I don't - I don't know."

"Let's try," Harry said, diving right back in. He was relentless this time, tongue dipping right into Louis' hole and sucking hard on his hole. Louis cursed loudly, his whole body trembling from how sensitive he felt. His cock, which was trapped between the sheets, was aching and wet and he wanted to touch, but he couldn't focus with Harry's mouth on him.