Round 5
ROUND FIVE
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“Nah, only Wednesday, babe,” Harry replied fondly, tossing him the remote, “Which means nothing’s on the telly.”
“Movie then?” Louis suggests, “and a cuddle?”
Harry agrees immediately, shoving Louis over and curling up to his chest, hips between the older boy’s legs.
“Haz,” Louis groans, “you’ve gotta put in the movie first.”
“No, m’comfy! We can just watch this,” He protests, snuggling in deeper.
“It’s the news! Unless...” Louis digs the remote out from under Harry’s ribs and hits the info key. “Aha! It’s that reporter you hooked up with! Jeez, Haz, next time tell me when you want to watch a fit bird talk about ocean levels.”
Harry shuffles awkwardly against his chest, turning his head away from the TV and blushing furiously.
“Mate, it’s alright. I’m sorry I took the piss.” Louis runs a hand soothingly across the other boy’s back.
“No, it’s not-“ Harry starts, burying his head in Louis’ jumper and mumbling out the rest.
“What’s that love?” Louis prods gently.
“Shetriedtolickmybum,” Harry repeats, pushing away from Lou and sitting up quickly to hug his knees.
Louis barely chokes down a laugh at that. “Like… out of nowhere?” He asks, trying to understand.
“No… She was going down on me, and then she was going further down and…” He trails off towards the end, refusing to meet Louis gaze.
“Babe, I don’t mean to offend, but why didn’t you let her?”
Harry gives him a disgusted look, so Louis doesn’t push the subject any further and instead switches off the TV and pulls the boy back into his arms.
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The subject is completely forgotten. Well, until about a month later when it’s cracked wide open.
Louis huddled in his bed, mug of tea balanced precariously on his thigh, when Harry barges in and flops face first at his feet.
“Harold!” Louis yelps, catching the handle of his drink before the hot liquid can scald him and setting it on the end table.
“Liam told me today I was ‘too pure’,” He whines, ignoring the almost-accident “Liam! The one everyone else thinks is a prude!”
“Well, you are quite innocent,” Louis replies. Harry throws a pillow at him. “Oh, don’t! It’s adorable! Especially since everyone thinks you’re so promiscuous!”
“I don’t want to be adorable! What’re my girlfriends going to think, hey? My last one ditched me ‘cause I didn’t want her tongue down there. And she thinks I’m weird!”
“Oi! Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Louis protests, kicking him lightly in the ribs.
“No thank you,” Harry replies, scrunching up his nose. “Why, ‘ave you?” Louis shrugs and Harry lets out a laugh. “Kinky bastard! Wasn’t it terrible?”
Instead of joining the laughter or making a joke, Louis sits still, face going bright red.
“You liked it!” Harry looks as if he’s going to take the piss even more and Louis just needs him to understand this so he jumps abruptly from the bed and movesg to kneel on the floor by Harry’s feet.
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“Why?” He responds, flipping onto his front anyways and peaking his head back over his shoulder. “Are you going to spank me?” He means it as a complete joke, Louis knows, but he still gets unbelievably turned on at the thought of Harry’s ass, beat red and hot to the touch.
“Something like that,” Louis replies with a smirk, reaching up to pull the younger boy’s jeans - the only good thing about him wearing them loose - and boxers down and off, tossing them somewhere across the room.
“Louis!” Harry shrieks but makes no move to cover up his bare bottom. It’s nothing his best mate hadn’t seen before anyways.
“Just so you know, I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t know how amazing it’d make you feel,” Louis says, and then takes Harry’s ankles in his hands and yanks him so his hips just barely rest on the edge of the bed. He squirms at that, trying desperately to close his legs, even with Louis placed between them.
“Relax,” Louis whispers, placing his hands on Harry’s butt cheeks and massaging lightly. All thought of banter and jokes is gone now. He continues to murmur words of encouragement as he spreads Harry open, hooking a thumb under each cheek, and presses his face in close. He stops only inches from his opening and breathes out a quiet “alright?” just to be sure.
Harry’s only response is to shift himself back on the bed a bit more, which is all the encouragement Louis needs. He starts off slowly, tonguing the skin all around his entrance and running the tip of it along his crack. “Just do it, Lou.” Harry already sounds hoarse and needy and Louis instantly gives in, running the flat of his tongue just over the hole. “Fuck,” Harry breathes, trying to press back into the touch. “Does it taste terrible?”
“A bit like sweat, really, but mostly it just tastes like you,” Louis responds, swirling his tongue just right. “Now enjoy it and stop being a boner killer!” He punctuates the last part with a slap to Harry’s ass that makes the boy cry out and grip the sheets with white-knuckled hands.
Louis wanted to wait until Harry was nearly come undone before he slid his tongue in, but he’s opened up so well just from the kitten licks that after one particularly hard lick from Louis and a jolt from Harry his tongue buries itself inside and Harry screams. Loudly.
“You’ll wake the bloody neighbors!” Louis chastises, pulling back slightly.
“Oh fuck Lou, do that again,” Harry moans, ignoring him, and reaches back with long-fingered hands to pull Louis head back against him.
“Do what?” Louis asks cheekily, pressing a sloppy kiss against his thigh.
“Press it… Press it in.” Harry whines, his hands slipping out of Louis fringe and moving to spread his cheeks wider.
Louis obliges happily, straightening out his tongue and pressing in. Harry keens again, so he keeps it up, fucking it in and out rapidly. The younger boy begins to wail then, hands shifting again to grip at the sheets as he rocks against the thrusts, trying to get Louis deeper. The sight of his best mate coming apart under him is enough to send Louis over the edge. He barely manages to get a hand on himself before he’s coming messy and sticky in his trousers.
Louis takes a moment, resting his spit-slick face against Harry’s upper-thigh, but the boy’s so far gone he doesn’t even notice, balancing on the bring of his own orgasm. He thrashes his head to the side and Louis gets the first glimpse at how red it is. Harry’s got tears dripping slowly out of his squeezed-shut eyes and he’s whimpering quietly with every exhale. Louis takes pity on him, knowing he’s right on the edge, and presses his lips around they boy’s entrance, sucking hard before tonguing back inside and letting out a low hum. Harry practically screams at that, thighs clamping around Louis head as his muscles contract, coming violently all over the bed sheets.
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It takes a few seconds before Louis manages to pry himself from between Harry’s damp thighs, and when his best mate finally relaxes enough to release him, Louis finds it’s because he’s passed out. Harry’s face is completely slack where it’s tucked against the pillows and his hands have finally released the bedding.
Louis lets out a low chuckle and leaves to get a washcloth.
When Harry finally comes to, about ten minutes later, he’s cleaned up and tucked into his own freshly made bed. Louis lies beside him, thumbing through channels on the flat screen.
“What was that?” Harry asks, voice croaking slightly.
Louis starts a bit at the voice, but his face softens once he’s turned to face his mate. “That, my friend, was the kink you were so opposed to.”
“Don’t look so smug,” Harry mutters sleepily, “I think I’m just sensitive.”
“Oh you’re sensitive alright! You bloody cried the whole time!” Louis shouts, laughter dancing in his eyes.
“Oh shuttup, you, at least I didn’t come in my pants while I was eating out my best mate!”
Louis flushes for a second, but recovers quickly, “Well, you should’ve heard the noises you made! You screamed like a woman, Harold, a woman.”
They banter on for a while, neither mentioning the implications of what they’ve just done. It’s fine, though, ‘cause if they need to work it out they’d both gladly try it again.
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Sorry for the misplaced fill numbers. The character limit wasn't my friend today.
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