Take it off

Louis was captivated. The way the boys' body moved, danced to the music, pelvis rocking forward to reveal pronounced hipbones was intoxicating. His big hands moved everywhere it seemed, Over Louis' chest, over his own, through his sea of endless brown curls.
"Fuck," Louis whispered, wanting to touch him more. His fingers were ghosting the kids' soft thighs as he grinded and bounced in Louis' lap suggestively. The worst was when he looked up at him and smiled an innocent, dimpled smile that drove Louis up the wall.
Who was this guy? Louis had to fucking know.