Round 3
ROUND THREE
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WHEN FILLING... please remember to put [FILL] in the subject line.
ex: Prompt: Harry/Louis, BDSM
Fill: [FILL] [optional title here] Harry/Louis, BDSM
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Harry's words send heat straight to Louis' groin, and he surprises himself with how quickly his hands leave Harry's ass so that he can shimmy out of his sweatpants. Kicking the fabric off his ankles causes the duvet cover to slip down and suddenly they're both laid bare, stretched out naked on the bed with nothing left to hide what they're doing. He can't help but glance down and take a curious peek at Harry. Sure, he's seen him naked loads of times, but naked and aroused from getting Louis into his bed and kissing him is a new look for him, and Louis quite enjoys what he sees. Harry is all milky skin and toned muscles, and Louis can just make out the shadow of his star tattoo in the dark.
That one look seems to have thrown Harry off his game, and now he's hovering over Louis, frozen with his eyes focused somewhere on the older boy's bare chest. Louis notices that and something about it makes his competitive spirit kick in, just like how it had when they'd first starting sending each other filthy messages. A small grin settles onto his face and, after wiggling a little to make himself comfortable, he trails his own fingertips down over his stomach; teasing, giving Harry a real show. Louis can hear him swallow hard once those fingers start to trace up and down the length of his cock, and he waits until he's certain that Harry's eyes are locked on the movement of his hand before he curls his fingers around himself.
"It feels nice," Louis murmurs, parroting what he said almost every time Harry had gotten him to jerk off over his messages in the hopes that Harry would take the hint and say some of the things he liked to write out loud. Thinking about it that way, like it's a game all over again and he's raising the bar for Harry makes this less embarrassing than it should be, and he thrusts up into his own hand just for show.
Harry's brought back down to earth at his words and he relaxes. Louis' closed his eyes, just like he always wound up doing when he touched himself, but he feels Harry's head come to rest on the pillow with his and suddenly his tongue is tracing over the edge of Louis' ear.
"You look so fucking good like that," Harry says, his breath hot on Louis' ear and making him shudder. "What are you thinking about?"
Louis opens his mouth to answer right as he slides his thumb over the tip of his own length, but suddenly Harry's hand is moving up the inside of his thigh and his teeth are sinking into his neck, and Louis can hardly think at all.
"I'm thinking of sucking you off," he finally manages to say, "of how hard you'd be in my mouth. I'd make you moan my name."
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"Get on the edge of the bed." Harry looks at him with confused eyes as Louis slithers off the edge of the bed. In any other situation he'd never get on a hotel floor, but right now he's too focused on his goal to worry about where the carpet beneath his knees might have been.
As soon as Harry is sitting up, Louis settles himself between his parted thighs, running his hands over Harry's legs and licking his lips. "Tell me how you like it," he says, and Harry groans before his mouth is even on him.
His request had stemmed partly from the desire to hear Harry talk to him more, but partly from that fact that he's never done this before and has barely any clue what he's doing. Louis had been on the receiving end of this kind of thing before a few times, of course, but for some reason he really wants to impress Harry. He takes Harry in his hand and leans in, running his tongue in a smooth line from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, eyes focused on the other boy's face the whole time to gauge his reaction.
Harry reaches out and threads his fingers through Louis' hair, idly petting his head as Louis let the tip of his cock slip past his lips, experimentally tasting him and sucking at it gently. "Go on, take it," he says, and Louis can feel him push at the back of his head encouragingly. He lowers his head, taking him a bit deeper before drawing back, building up to (hopefully) swallowing him completely. He can tell by the way Harry's other hand is fisting the sheets, holding them in an almost white-knuckled grip that he's struggling to keep still, and if Louis had been able smile he would.
Louis works up something of a rhythm, bobbing his head slowly, taking Harry a bit deeper toward his throat each time. The fingers that had been gently toying with his hair have settled at the back of his head and started to pull at it; tugging hard enough to hurt a bit when Louis decides to moan around Harry's cock. "Fuck, your mouth is so hot," Harry swears from somewhere above him. "I want you to swallow me all the way. I want to see your nose touch my stomach, even if it makes you gag."
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He takes a deep breath in through his nose and tries to take him all the way, and it does make him gag at first. Louis can feel tears well up in the corners of his eyes but he doesn't stop, too determined to do just as Harry had asked now, but he pushes past it and finally his mouth reaches the base of Harry's cock. It gives him a great sense of accomplishment to see Harry bite his lip, stifling the groan that Louis deep―throating him elicits, and Louis just holds him there for a few seconds until he has to pull back to breathe.
He sits back, shiny, wet lips brushing against Harry's cock as he speaks. "Fuck my mouth," he says, giving him permission to thrust his hips forward slightly and push his cock back past Louis' lips. He's not sure if he can handle Harry moving without choking, but he wants to try. And from the look on Harry's face when he does it, he won't last much longer anyways. Louis groans around him again and settles his free hand on Harry's hip, nails digging into his backside as he rocked freely into his mouth.
The movement of his hand on himself picks up pace just as Harry's small thrusts get more frantic, and it's hard to keep up any kind of rhythm with his mouth anymore. Louis still gags every now and then when Harry nudges the back of his throat but it's as if he's so overwhelmed that pain and pleasure have merged into one, and it all feels good; anything that makes Harry clench his eyes shut and moan softly is good. Louis is so close to his own end that he almost misses Harry's warning that he's going to come.
Before he's even sure what he's doing, Louis pulls back and gets his fingers back around Harry, the transition from his mouth to his hand seamless so that all it takes is one quick stroke to bring Harry over the edge. He closes his eyes, but the feeling of thick, hot liquid splashing onto his cheek and sliding down over his lips is enough to bring Louis to his own end as well, and he comes into his own hand.
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"I've kind of wanted to try that ever since you texted me about it the other night," Louis says with a shrug. "The coming on my face thing."
"You've missed a spot." Harry grabs some tissues from the box on the nightstand, handing a wad to Louis to clean up with before helpfully dabbing near his temple. Loius thanks him and finishes tidying up so that he can climb back into bed with him, assuming that he's welcome to sleep next to Harry for the night.
And just like with the texting, somehow nothing is awkward even after they've fooled around, live and in person. Louis just wraps his arms around Harry from behind, nuzzling his face into his curls and settling in to fall asleep. He has so many questions he wants to ask, like if the first message had just been some sneaky way to seduce him into sex or if this was all a happy accident, but Harry's fingers are laced with his and he can't bring himself to care about the how and why of things. They've got a laundry list of dirty things to do that they'd only messaged about until now, and somehow that's more important to him than hashing out the past.
"You know," Louis mumbles, right as he's on the edge of falling asleep, "if this boyband thing doesn't work out long term you could always go into the porn writing business. You've really got a way with words."
Harry just laughs and turns his head to steal a kiss before going to sleep.
Thank you to everyone who's read and left lovely comments! I'm definitely going to set up a writing journal, so if you're interested in anything else I might end up writing, watch my journal for when I post about where I'll be keeping everything.
And if anyone is interested in beta editing for me, please let me know! I feel like I could use someone to look over my stuff before I post it to any kind of personal writing journal.
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Can I like marry you or something??
I have no words... I just... *flails*
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I can't wait to read more by you!
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You, my lovely, have a way with words too ;)
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"I want you to swallow me all the way. I want to see your nose touch my stomach, even if it makes you gag."
DED I AM DEAD I TELL YOU!
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