7 Up

“Baby, are you okay?”
Louis lets out a whimper. “You’re big.”
Harry snorts. “Do you want me to stop?”
Louis doesn’t say anything, so Harry starts to pull out. “No, no, don’t do that,” Louis demands. “I
just need a second, yeah?”
He tries to still, arms wracked with tremors, but nods. “Okay.”
Louis’ breathing eventually steadies out and he starts clenching around Harry. Harry’s eyes nearly
roll to the back of his head with how good it feels. Louis kicks at his back and smirks, and Harry
takes that as his cue to start moving.
If the first thrust is any indication of how amazing this will feel, Harry is ill prepared. He knows he
isn’t going to last long - damn Louis for being right about his 16-year-old stamina - but he doesn’t
want it to be over before it gets good for Louis, too.
He figures he’s doing okay when he changes the angle of his thrusts and Louis shrieks. “Harry,
there, please, there,” he pleads.
Harry goes double time, trying to hit that spot over and over, a sheen of sweat covering his chest
and back, making it impossible for Louis to hold on. Louis whimpers, throwing his head back, and
Harry has to lean down to lick a stripe over the blooming red spot from his mouth earlier. The
noise Louis makes is absolutely pornographic, and that’s just about it for Harry, his stomach
contracting before he’s anywhere near ready.
“Lou, I’m so close,” he breathes out through clenched teeth.
Louis wraps his legs around Harry’s waist, clenching down tightly around Harry’s cock, and
whispers in his ear, “C’mon Hazza, come.”
Harry tries to hold back, wants Louis to get there too, but it’s obvious he’s not anywhere near as
close as Harry. He lets go after four more thrusts, groaning loudly into Louis’ chest, shaking.
Louis runs his hands up and down Harry’s back, kissing his forehead, and Harry groans again.
“Louis,” he mumbles, embarrassed.
“Mmm, what?”
“That was too fast. You were right.”
Louis barks out a laugh. “Harry, if we’re being honest, it was much better than I expected. You
lasted, like, a whole two minutes. That’s impressive.”
“Ugh, that’s not helping.” He can feel Louis’ smile against his skin as he slides out but then Louis
winces. “Sorry, baby,” he apologizes.
“It’s okay.”
But it’s not okay. Louis is still fully hard, face flushed, and he’s such a picture of beauty, Harry can