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both be to blame.”
Harry laughs at that. “I don’t want it to be bad, though. I wanna make it good for you. I want
everything to be good for you.”
Louis’ expression softens at that. “Love, you aren’t gonna have much stamina and it’s probably
gonna hurt me because, fuck, you’re really big.”
“I’m torn between being offended and being turned on.”
Louis smirks. “Just fuck me, yeah? You’re a quick study. First time you sucked me off I nearly
blacked out.”
Harry knows he’s probably lying, but he feels his cock hardening up again, anyway. “Yeah?”
Louis licks his lips. “Mhmm. And you’ve only gotten better since. Quickest way to get me off,
thinking about your lips around my cock.”
He reaches out and grabs Louis’ cock, stroking it back to full hardness. “It’s one of my favourite
things, you know. Getting you off using just my mouth.”
Louis groans and leans back, his head thudding against the door behind him. “You’re good at it,”
he says, breath hitching on an upstroke. He twists his wrist faster, and Louis whines. “Harry, I
wasn’t kidding, I want you to fuck me.”
Harry can finally find the strength to stand up, pulling Louis up by the hips with him. “I’m gonna
fuck you. Jesus, Lou. Been waiting for way too long,” he says, walking backward, unable to keep
his eyes off Louis’ face. Most of his nerves from before are gone, especially when Louis starts
biting at his lip in the way he does when he’s nervous, too. He feels better that he's not alone in
this, that he has Louis.
The back of his knees hit the bed behind him, and he pulls Louis down for a kiss, laughing into it
when he realizes Louis’ pants are still around his feet. Louis laughs, too, not bothering to ask
what’s so funny, and mumbles into Harry’s mouth, “Shut up, Styles.” And then Louis’ hand is on
his cock, silencing him instantly.
Louis gets him off slowly, Harry panting and unable to think about anything else other than the
tight strokes of Louis’ hand. By the time he comes, his whole body is tightly wound with how
badly he wants to come again, but this time, deep inside of Louis.
He pushes Louis down on his back, climbing over him to reach for a condom and lube in his
nightstand, and Louis smirks.
“Use those often?”
Harry smiles, blushing. “Nah, just been waiting, like, three years for my boyfriend to let me put my
cock in him.”
“Been thinking about it for three years?” Louis asks, stroking himself steadily, looking up at Harry.
Harry gulps. “Probably longer.”