FILL: state of grace (louis/harry 1/3)
anonymous
November 3 2012, 17:07:12 UTC
Harry wakes up slowly, Louis’ hair tickling his face from where he’s tucked into him, still fast asleep. He tries to stay as still as possible as he leans over to look at the clock that tells him it’s a little after nine. Apparently he wasn’t as still as he would have hoped, as Louis mumbles something then nuzzles further into his chest and wraps an arm around him. Harry holds his breath, but Louis doesn’t move any more. He lets out a tiny sigh, and vaguely thinks about getting breakfast ready for the two of them. He had promised Louis French toast before falling asleep last night, because of his team’s success in the match yesterday. He moves to get up, but Louis’ arm around his stomach tightens, leaving him trapped. Maybe I’ll sleep in for just a bit longer, he thinks as he drifts off.
The next time he wakes up, he has to bury his face into his pillow to escape the sun. He’s now spooning Louis, who is still fast asleep. Harry can only sympathize so much, because he had worked hard in yesterday’s game, but it’s almost noon now, and he’s hungry.
"Lou," he croaks out, voice still rough from cheering so much the night before. Louis mumbles something incoherent and buries his face further into his pillow. It’s so cute Harry has to press a kiss to the back of his neck, and he feels Louis shiver slightly at the sensation.
"It`s time to wake up now, c’mon. Don’t you want your French toast?"
Louis squeezes the hand wrapped around him. “Want you to shut up,” he murmurs, still half asleep.
“Nope, none of that,” Harry says, rolling Louis around on his back. “Have to get up now.”
Louis’ eyes stay closed as Harry kisses his chest and makes his way down his body, licking and sucking at his skin.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” Harry whispers into his skin. He stops for a moment once he reaches Louis pants to tug them off. Louis just shudders a bit at the cold air, but makes no move to stop him.
Harry kisses the skin on the inside of his thighs for a bit, and watches as Louis slowly begins to grow hard for him. He takes his cock into his hand then, slowly stroking it until he’s fully erect. Louis has begun to shift now, rubbing his eyes and moving his hips in little circles.
“Morning?” Louis asks, looking down at Harry. Harry just smiles at him, and then wraps his lips around the tip of his cock and gives it a quick suck.
“Oh, fuck.” Louis moans, reaching down to rest his hands in Harry’s hair. Harry looks up at him proudly through his eyelashes, and then takes him deeper. He stays there for as long as he can, then pulls off for a moment to catch his breath.
“This okay?” He asks, feeling Louis squirm as his warm breath hits his dick.
“Yeah, didn't tell you to stop, did I?” Louis says, smiling down at him. Harry gives his bum a small smack for that, but takes him down his throat again regardless. His hands come up to cup lightly at his balls, and Louis’ breath catches when he gives them a tiny squeeze.
“Shit, you’re still wearing my jersey.” Louis says, like he’s just noticed. Harry can’t give much of a reply with his lips wrapped around Louis’ dick, so he settles for a wink.
Re: FILL: state of grace (louis/harry 2/3)
anonymous
November 3 2012, 17:10:15 UTC
He thinks he probably looks wrecked, because he just woke up and his hair is everywhere and there’s a bit of drool under his mouth, but Louis is looking down at him with the gaze that’s reserved strictly for Harry, and it sort of makes him never want to stop. Louis, however, seems to have other ideas.
“Shit, Harry, stop,” He groans, pulling him off. “Don’t wanna come yet. Look so good in my jersey, wanna fuck you in it.”
Harry groans and leans over to grab the lube on the night stand, fumbling around for a minute before squirting some on his fingers. He faces Louis again, straddling him as he spreads the lube around on his fingers.
“God, Harry. Didn’t know you wanted it so badly.” Louis says, putting his arms behind his head and watching as Harry reaches a hand behind himself and begins to massage around his hole.
Harry’s brow is furrowed as he concentrates on sliding his finger in. Louis watches him fuck himself on his finger for a bit, just admiring the view. Harry suddenly lets out a load moan and places his free hand on Louis’ chest, leaning forward so their faces almost touch.
“Yeah, that feel good?” Louis says, bringing his hands out from behind his head to wrap around Harry’s back, pulling him closer. “Getting yourself nice and ready for me?”
Harry just moans and tilts his head up to look at Louis in the eyes, giving him a small nod. Louis leans in to bring their lips together in a messy kiss. It feels like he’s been hard forever now, and he can’t help fumbling around on the bed for the lube. Harry's up to three fingers now, stretching himself open and letting out little moans every so often.
“Ready, babe?” Louis asks, slicking his cock with the lube.
“Yeah, yeah, please. Want you so bad, Lou,” Harry whimpers.
“Yeah, okay. You’ve been good haven’t you? Opened yourself up nice and good for me didn’t you?”
Harry can only moan at that, and lift himself up so his hole is in line with Louis’ cock. He wraps a large hand around Louis’ dick to guide it in, and then finally, finally, sinks down onto it. He goes slow, enjoying the way Louis seems to have stopped breathing, just watching him intently. Harry’s heart swells, because this is the best thing in the world to him. He thinks he could do this forever, as long as Louis’ attention was focused solely on him. Louis’ hands tighten around his back, and slowly make their way down to squeeze at his bum.
“Move now, love.” He says, and Harry starts moving his hips in little circles, still getting used to the feeling of him inside. He stays there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of Louis inside of him and lazily grinding into him. After a bit, he’s adjusted fully to Louis’ cock inside him, and wants more.
“Louis, I want,” He pants, gazing down into Louis’ eyes. “I need to, can I?”
“Go on, then.” Louis says and Harry breathes out a sigh of relief. He places his hands forward on Louis’ chest and lifts himself up before sinking down again. This time, when he lowers himself down, Louis’ cock pushes on his prostate and he can’t help but let out a loud moan at that. He picks up the pace then, bouncing up and down and letting Louis hit his prostate on every thrust.
Re: FILL: state of grace (louis/harry 3/3)
anonymous
November 3 2012, 17:14:47 UTC
He’s starting to sweat now, hair hanging in front of his face blocking his view. Louis reaches up and pushes it back for him, so he can see Louis’ eyes focusing on him. He really gets into it then, just bouncing up and down with no sort of rhythm whatsoever, letting out tiny uh, uh, uhs for every thrust.
“Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now. Riding me so good Harry, you’re so fucking tight.” Louis says and Harry whimpers and turns his face, unable to look at the way Louis is watching him anymore.
“Lou, I think,” he pants out. “I’m gonna come.”
“Look at me Harry, I want to see you. Wanna see you come for me.” Louis pants, and Harry slowly turns his head towards him with his eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, Harry.” He demands and Harry’s eyes flutter open. His pupils are huge and his eyelids are hooded as he meets Louis’ gaze.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty. Going to come for me, babe?” Louis asks and Harry nods franticly, chanting a chorus of yes, yes, yes as Louis wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking it. Harry only lasts for a few moments before he’s coming, all over Louis’ hand as he continues to stroke him through it. After he’s come down from it, Louis’ hands grab his waist tightly and he begins thrusting up into him. Harry can only hold onto Louis’ chest and move his hips in small circles before Louis is coming too, spilling inside him with a cry.
Harry leans forward then, catching Louis’ lips in a kiss. They stay there for a while, just lazily kissing and cooling down, before Harry reluctantly lifts himself off Louis’ cock. He can’t help but collapse onto Louis, and breathe out a tiny giggle at the “oof” Louis lets out.
“Getting a bit heavy aren’t we? Before you know it my clothes will be too small for you to wear.” Louis teases, petting at Harry’s hair.
Harry looks up and gives him a glare. “They already are small on me, because you’re tiny.”
Louis looks offended. “Am not. You’re just huge.”
“You got that right.” Harry says, gesturing to his crotch with a wink.
Louis pinches his bum for that.
“You’re terrible. Absolutely terrible.” He says, but he’s looking at Harry with that fond smile now, and Harry feels all warm inside and has to bury his face in Louis’ neck to hide his grin. Harry’s stomach growls and he’s reminded of the French toast he’s supposed to be making. He figures he should probably get started on it soon, but he thinks he’d like to stay here, like this, for just a bit longer.
Re: FILL: state of grace (louis/harry 3/3)wldflwerNovember 4 2012, 20:44:15 UTC
hELP jesus OP here thank you i love you!!!!! this is literally perfect like louis telling harry how good he is and sub!harry how do you know my favorite kinks i am worried???? anyway idk this is amazing i am forever indebted thank you so much :*
The next time he wakes up, he has to bury his face into his pillow to escape the sun. He’s now spooning Louis, who is still fast asleep. Harry can only sympathize so much, because he had worked hard in yesterday’s game, but it’s almost noon now, and he’s hungry.
"Lou," he croaks out, voice still rough from cheering so much the night before. Louis mumbles something incoherent and buries his face further into his pillow. It’s so cute Harry has to press a kiss to the back of his neck, and he feels Louis shiver slightly at the sensation.
"It`s time to wake up now, c’mon. Don’t you want your French toast?"
Louis squeezes the hand wrapped around him. “Want you to shut up,” he murmurs, still half asleep.
“Nope, none of that,” Harry says, rolling Louis around on his back. “Have to get up now.”
Louis’ eyes stay closed as Harry kisses his chest and makes his way down his body, licking and sucking at his skin.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” Harry whispers into his skin. He stops for a moment once he reaches Louis pants to tug them off. Louis just shudders a bit at the cold air, but makes no move to stop him.
Harry kisses the skin on the inside of his thighs for a bit, and watches as Louis slowly begins to grow hard for him. He takes his cock into his hand then, slowly stroking it until he’s fully erect. Louis has begun to shift now, rubbing his eyes and moving his hips in little circles.
“Morning?” Louis asks, looking down at Harry. Harry just smiles at him, and then wraps his lips around the tip of his cock and gives it a quick suck.
“Oh, fuck.” Louis moans, reaching down to rest his hands in Harry’s hair. Harry looks up at him proudly through his eyelashes, and then takes him deeper. He stays there for as long as he can, then pulls off for a moment to catch his breath.
“This okay?” He asks, feeling Louis squirm as his warm breath hits his dick.
“Yeah, didn't tell you to stop, did I?” Louis says, smiling down at him.
Harry gives his bum a small smack for that, but takes him down his throat again regardless. His hands come up to cup lightly at his balls, and Louis’ breath catches when he gives them a tiny squeeze.
“Shit, you’re still wearing my jersey.” Louis says, like he’s just noticed. Harry can’t give much of a reply with his lips wrapped around Louis’ dick, so he settles for a wink.
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“Shit, Harry, stop,” He groans, pulling him off. “Don’t wanna come yet. Look so good in my jersey, wanna fuck you in it.”
Harry groans and leans over to grab the lube on the night stand, fumbling around for a minute before squirting some on his fingers. He faces Louis again, straddling him as he spreads the lube around on his fingers.
“God, Harry. Didn’t know you wanted it so badly.” Louis says, putting his arms behind his head and watching as Harry reaches a hand behind himself and begins to massage around his hole.
Harry’s brow is furrowed as he concentrates on sliding his finger in. Louis watches him fuck himself on his finger for a bit, just admiring the view. Harry suddenly lets out a load moan and places his free hand on Louis’ chest, leaning forward so their faces almost touch.
“Yeah, that feel good?” Louis says, bringing his hands out from behind his head to wrap around Harry’s back, pulling him closer. “Getting yourself nice and ready for me?”
Harry just moans and tilts his head up to look at Louis in the eyes, giving him a small nod. Louis leans in to bring their lips together in a messy kiss. It feels like he’s been hard forever now, and he can’t help fumbling around on the bed for the lube. Harry's up to three fingers now, stretching himself open and letting out little moans every so often.
“Ready, babe?” Louis asks, slicking his cock with the lube.
“Yeah, yeah, please. Want you so bad, Lou,” Harry whimpers.
“Yeah, okay. You’ve been good haven’t you? Opened yourself up nice and good for me didn’t you?”
Harry can only moan at that, and lift himself up so his hole is in line with Louis’ cock. He wraps a large hand around Louis’ dick to guide it in, and then finally, finally, sinks down onto it. He goes slow, enjoying the way Louis seems to have stopped breathing, just watching him intently. Harry’s heart swells, because this is the best thing in the world to him. He thinks he could do this forever, as long as Louis’ attention was focused solely on him. Louis’ hands tighten around his back, and slowly make their way down to squeeze at his bum.
“Move now, love.” He says, and Harry starts moving his hips in little circles, still getting used to the feeling of him inside. He stays there for a while, just enjoying the feeling of Louis inside of him and lazily grinding into him. After a bit, he’s adjusted fully to Louis’ cock inside him, and wants more.
“Louis, I want,” He pants, gazing down into Louis’ eyes. “I need to, can I?”
“Go on, then.” Louis says and Harry breathes out a sigh of relief. He places his hands forward on Louis’ chest and lifts himself up before sinking down again. This time, when he lowers himself down, Louis’ cock pushes on his prostate and he can’t help but let out a loud moan at that. He picks up the pace then, bouncing up and down and letting Louis hit his prostate on every thrust.
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“Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now. Riding me so good Harry, you’re so fucking tight.” Louis says and Harry whimpers and turns his face, unable to look at the way Louis is watching him anymore.
“Lou, I think,” he pants out. “I’m gonna come.”
“Look at me Harry, I want to see you. Wanna see you come for me.” Louis pants, and Harry slowly turns his head towards him with his eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, Harry.” He demands and Harry’s eyes flutter open. His pupils are huge and his eyelids are hooded as he meets Louis’ gaze.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucking pretty. Going to come for me, babe?” Louis asks and Harry nods franticly, chanting a chorus of yes, yes, yes as Louis wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking it. Harry only lasts for a few moments before he’s coming, all over Louis’ hand as he continues to stroke him through it. After he’s come down from it, Louis’ hands grab his waist tightly and he begins thrusting up into him. Harry can only hold onto Louis’ chest and move his hips in small circles before Louis is coming too, spilling inside him with a cry.
Harry leans forward then, catching Louis’ lips in a kiss. They stay there for a while, just lazily kissing and cooling down, before Harry reluctantly lifts himself off Louis’ cock. He can’t help but collapse onto Louis, and breathe out a tiny giggle at the “oof” Louis lets out.
“Getting a bit heavy aren’t we? Before you know it my clothes will be too small for you to wear.” Louis teases, petting at Harry’s hair.
Harry looks up and gives him a glare. “They already are small on me, because you’re tiny.”
Louis looks offended. “Am not. You’re just huge.”
“You got that right.” Harry says, gesturing to his crotch with a wink.
Louis pinches his bum for that.
“You’re terrible. Absolutely terrible.” He says, but he’s looking at Harry with that fond smile now, and Harry feels all warm inside and has to bury his face in Louis’ neck to hide his grin. Harry’s stomach growls and he’s reminded of the French toast he’s supposed to be making. He figures he should probably get started on it soon, but he thinks he’d like to stay here, like this, for just a bit longer.
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