Songs:
- Night Crawling (feat. Billy Idol) - Miley Cyrus, Billy Idol
- A Song For You - Amy Winehouse
- Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys
- Gimme What I Want - Miley Cyrus
Pre-note: Hm, I feel strange writing about more emotional things for this story. But like a good kind of strange. Character development ?
The first bits are smutty-ish *it's in italics*. There's uh... spitting.. feel free to skip the first few paragraphs if that isn't your taste 0-0
"Pucker up now, doll," Harry demands, nibbling along Louis' collarbones, piercing it with his teeth. He draws away, opening the Donna's mouth. "You want me?"
Louis has unfocused eyes, the blue is foggy around his wide pupils. His cheeks were redder than his raw lips, which open and shut a few times. Louis cries out when Harry curls his fingers, separating them and stretching his hole.
"When I ask you a question, I expect it to be answered."
Louis whimpers, his gaze trained on Harry's tongue when he licks his lips. The Donna nods.
"Words." Harry's fingers move at a slow pace, dragging along Louis' rim while the other hand tightens around his chin. He presses a wet kiss to his cheek, taking a journey down to his neck that was covered in red blotches in a similar shape of Harry's mouth. A few more and it would be a masterpiece.
"Please." It's a simple whine, but it does wonders for Harry's mind. Sending a stream of dopamine through his veins. Hypnotizing him in the most wicked of ways. Harry pulls out his fingers, they're slick with lube and his own saliva. He trails a digit across Louis' mouth, dipping in and prying his jaw open. He watches the Donna's tongue follow suit, lying limp and waiting patiently. Harry smirks, squeezing him and ignoring Louis weak hip thrusts.
"Don't tease," Louis sounds absolutely wreaked. "P-Please, I need—"
Louis' words die on his lips and his skin erupts in flames. Harry's spit lands on his tongue and fuck, he wants more. Much more.
"You gonna be greedy, dollface?" the Agent taunts, "you're nearly gagging for it."
The Donna shifts around before snapping his jaw shut on Harry's fingers. He bites hard, a mischievous spark in his deep blues.
Harry glares down at him, using his free hand to twist and pull at Louis' nipple. Circling the nub and watching with rapt attention as Louis melts into a puddle. From feisty to desperate in a matter of seconds. Louis' jaw goes slack, releasing Harry's fingers, that now wear small teeth imprints like rings.
"What's got into you? You getting bold?" Throbbing fingers trail along Louis' naked heaving chest. Tracing the delicate dip between his ribs and faint abs, over his belly button and finally to the band of his messy panties.
He wants him in every way. He wants to map out his mind, caress his soul and trace him over and over again. He wants him bent over, his heated skin slick with sweat and his breaths pouring out thick like honey.
Harry is stirred awake by his cellphone ringing. He rolls over, the cool air shocking his heated skin. He fumbles to grab his vibrating phone.
"'Ello?"
"Your favourite colour is blue, yes?"
"Uh, correct." Harry's voice is deep and raspy from sleep. He twists, it's just past eleven-thirty according to the glowing numbers of the clock.
"A light blue?" Louis asks, Harry wishes he could see him now. Cuddle him into his bed and kiss all over his face.
"Like a baby blue—like your eyes sometimes."
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La Reine; larry stylinson (bottom!louis top!harry)
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