SECUESTRADOR - O.S - Larry Stylinson - Smut

SECUESTRADOR - O.S - Larry Stylinson - Smut

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Lo secuestró, pensando usarlo. Pasaron a otro nivel y el plan del secuestrador falló. Follaron, y se enamoraron. ''-¿Vas a lastimarme? -Preguntó temeroso, con un tono poco audible y casi tartamudeando. -Si llevarte a la cama es lastimarte, pues sí, saldrás muerto bebé''. [Louis tops] ©Todos los derechos reservados
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Harry's face is red, and his heart is beating so fast he's scared it'll stop. Harry feels confidence swimming in his chest. Would you mind if I kiss you?" Louis smiles and faces Harry, "aren't you supposed to wait for the end of the night for that?" Harry cups Louis' cheek with his free hand and leans in. "Maybe. Is this alright?" Louis' eyes flicker to Harry's lips and he nods. Harry presses his lips to Louis'. He thinks he feels sparks, actual sparks. Harry thinks this is perfect. He feels Louis sigh lightly against his lips and Harry forgets how to breathe. He drops his chips and pulls Louis closer by his shirt, Louis drops his chips too and they splatter all over their shoes. Harry couldn't care less because Louis is crowding him against the wall, stepping on his toes to get impossibly closer, and never taking his lips off of Harry's. Harry thanks whatever forces brought Louis to him; he feels as if all of his efforts in his wishes are coming true. His wishes are coming true with this boy with freckles across his cheeks and soft lips. It wasn't. Louis wasn't Harry's wishes coming true.

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