and i was gonna lay it down for you
(originally posted at my ao3)
pairing: harry/louis (one direction)
rating: NC-17
word count: 1152
warnings: rimming, barebacking
summary: "Haz, if you are not inside me in one second or less I swear to - oh, yes, fuck," Louis whines.
notes: complete and utter PWP, title from natasha bedingfield's these words
"Haz, if you are not inside me in one second or less I swear to - oh, yes, fuck," Louis whines, on his hands and knees, shaking from head to toe now that Harry's cock is finally buried deep. Harry grunts in response, of course he does, and grabs Louis' hips to push into him harder, setting a quick pace straight away. They haven't had time for decent sex in days with interviews and photoshoots seemingly 24/7, and now that they have the chance, they both know to take full advantage of it.
Harry leans forward enough so that he can pepper kisses down Louis' spine, it's the one thing he does that drives Louis crazy every time. "No, no kisses," Louis says, "not until after you have fucked me through the mattress, broken the bed, plus the floor, plus the entire flat, plus - oh keep that angle, babe, yes, ngh - plus, the building and the whole goddamn world and -"
Harry lets out a bark of laughter, disrupting their rhythm. Louis moves his head to the side so that he can glare absolute daggers at Harry. "Oi, you know it's rude to laugh at people during sex? You see if I ever put out again!"
"Maybe if you stop talking rubbish, we can continue with said sex, hmm?"
"You are the fucking worst and I hate you," Louis says, flopping down onto his stomach grumpily. He rolls out from underneath Harry, before grabbing his shoulders and pressing him against the sheets.
"You love me though," Harry grins, but his smile falters as Louis straddles his hips. He bites his lower lip, eyes rolling back in his head with the weight of what's about to happen.
"Maybe a bit," Louis leans down to peck Harry on the lips, surprisingly chaste for the situation at hand. "Maybe a lot, actually."
Harry's dimples makes an appearance and he kisses Louis back before he turns mock-serious, "still no sex happening here, Lou." Immediately, Louis sinks himself down onto Harry's dick and they moan together, not caring about the cliche.
Louis sits back on his heels and tenses around Harry, teasing purposefully. Harry swears and grabs Louis' hips again, fucking up into him as best he can at the angle, though he knows Louis is the one truly in charge in this position. Just one of the many reasons why it's his secret favourite.
They both get the fast rhythm back that they had before, after they had both literally sprinted into their shared flat with half hard cocks. Harry had been teasing Louis all fucking day and they had needed to do something about it. Now, Harry can't stop his ragged breathing and Louis is working up a sweat moving himself up and down Harry's length. His hair is stuck messily to his forehead. His thighs are killing him. He fucking loves it.
Louis moves forward, drops one hand next to Harry's curls splayed out on the pillow to hold himself up while Harry's dick hits his prostate perfectly with every thrust. He moves his other hand to his cock, working it furiously before Harry notices and stops him with a shake of his head. "Wait a sec babe, want to try something after," he says between harsh breaths.
Of course, Louis stops with a pout on his face, but he stops all the same, so he knows Harry will count that as a win. Harry is close, Lou can tell by the way Harry's hands have tightened around his hip bones and he's biting his lip so hard it looks like the skin could break. The sight makes Louis move faster, take Harry deeper, and, as predicted, minutes later Harry's coming with a drawn out groan.
"Holy fuck, Haz," Louis' words come out embarrassingly high pitched so he clears his throat and tries again, Harry lying below him looking so completely blissed out he probably didn't even notice. Louis smiles fondly and rolls his hips again to grab Harry's attention back.
"C'mere, Lou," Harry mumbles, sounding deliciously husky after his orgasm. Louis thinks he could probably get off just hearing Harry speak in that tone. Another time, he files it away for later.
Louis slides off of Harry, shoots him a questioning look, but Harry just smiles secretively and gestures for Louis to move up his chest. And higher. And higher. Until. Oh. Harry's tongue is lapping at Louis' wet, come-filled hole and yeah, holy fuck was right. Louis moans and tries his hardest not to go wild and fuck Harry's face, and then Harry's mouth is sucking at his skin and Louis loses all train of thought.
He rolls his hips minutely and Harry nods in agreement, giving Louis permission and Louis goes all out, writhing and panting on Harry's tongue, which is currently eating him out for all he's worth. Harry's hands - God, Louis loves Harry's hands more than anything in the entire world - come up and grip Louis' thighs, rubbing soothing circles against his skin. Trying to make this last as long as possible, Louis slows down and bites his lip, revelling in the feeling of Harry's tongue pressed inside him. Louis toys with Harry's curls, gripping at them and pulling them gently. To absolutely no-one's surprise, Harry twitches, moans, and Louis comes then, his balls pressing against the top of Harry's nose. He comes everywhere; his own chest, his thighs, Harry's hair. God, Harry's hair.
Suddenly Louis wishes he was three years younger just so he could get hard again in minutes and come completely all over Harry's curls. Another thing he files away for later.
He moves back down Harry's chest and collapses so that he can nuzzle into Harry's neck, completely worn out and content and messy. Harry has the most ridiculous dopey grin on his face, and, shit, Louis is so ridiculously in love with this boy he doesn't even know what to do with himself.
"Hey," Harry whispers, breaking the silence. "Shower? Otherwise we're both gonna wake up glued to the bed with come and sweat."
"Mmm, I love when you talk romance to me."
Harry laughs, "I'm the best at it, I know. So, shower?"
"In a second."
"Which basically translates to 'fuck off, I just had the best orgasm of my life, leave me be'?"
"Best orgasm of my life? You wish, Styles," Louis laughs into Harry's chest. Harry frowns and Louis kisses all over his face. "I love you."
"I love you. Now. Shower," Harry's petting Louis' hair now to soften the blow of having to move from their sated sprawl. Louis knows defeat when he sees it. There is no way he could ever say no to hair petting and puppy dog eyes. He lets out an overdramatic sigh and lifts himself up with an even more overdramatic grunt. He pulls at Harry's hand, and,
"Come on then, we don't have all day!"
pairing: harry/louis (one direction)
rating: NC-17
word count: 1152
warnings: rimming, barebacking
summary: "Haz, if you are not inside me in one second or less I swear to - oh, yes, fuck," Louis whines.
notes: complete and utter PWP, title from natasha bedingfield's these words
"Haz, if you are not inside me in one second or less I swear to - oh, yes, fuck," Louis whines, on his hands and knees, shaking from head to toe now that Harry's cock is finally buried deep. Harry grunts in response, of course he does, and grabs Louis' hips to push into him harder, setting a quick pace straight away. They haven't had time for decent sex in days with interviews and photoshoots seemingly 24/7, and now that they have the chance, they both know to take full advantage of it.
Harry leans forward enough so that he can pepper kisses down Louis' spine, it's the one thing he does that drives Louis crazy every time. "No, no kisses," Louis says, "not until after you have fucked me through the mattress, broken the bed, plus the floor, plus the entire flat, plus - oh keep that angle, babe, yes, ngh - plus, the building and the whole goddamn world and -"
Harry lets out a bark of laughter, disrupting their rhythm. Louis moves his head to the side so that he can glare absolute daggers at Harry. "Oi, you know it's rude to laugh at people during sex? You see if I ever put out again!"
"Maybe if you stop talking rubbish, we can continue with said sex, hmm?"
"You are the fucking worst and I hate you," Louis says, flopping down onto his stomach grumpily. He rolls out from underneath Harry, before grabbing his shoulders and pressing him against the sheets.
"You love me though," Harry grins, but his smile falters as Louis straddles his hips. He bites his lower lip, eyes rolling back in his head with the weight of what's about to happen.
"Maybe a bit," Louis leans down to peck Harry on the lips, surprisingly chaste for the situation at hand. "Maybe a lot, actually."
Harry's dimples makes an appearance and he kisses Louis back before he turns mock-serious, "still no sex happening here, Lou." Immediately, Louis sinks himself down onto Harry's dick and they moan together, not caring about the cliche.
Louis sits back on his heels and tenses around Harry, teasing purposefully. Harry swears and grabs Louis' hips again, fucking up into him as best he can at the angle, though he knows Louis is the one truly in charge in this position. Just one of the many reasons why it's his secret favourite.
They both get the fast rhythm back that they had before, after they had both literally sprinted into their shared flat with half hard cocks. Harry had been teasing Louis all fucking day and they had needed to do something about it. Now, Harry can't stop his ragged breathing and Louis is working up a sweat moving himself up and down Harry's length. His hair is stuck messily to his forehead. His thighs are killing him. He fucking loves it.
Louis moves forward, drops one hand next to Harry's curls splayed out on the pillow to hold himself up while Harry's dick hits his prostate perfectly with every thrust. He moves his other hand to his cock, working it furiously before Harry notices and stops him with a shake of his head. "Wait a sec babe, want to try something after," he says between harsh breaths.
Of course, Louis stops with a pout on his face, but he stops all the same, so he knows Harry will count that as a win. Harry is close, Lou can tell by the way Harry's hands have tightened around his hip bones and he's biting his lip so hard it looks like the skin could break. The sight makes Louis move faster, take Harry deeper, and, as predicted, minutes later Harry's coming with a drawn out groan.
"Holy fuck, Haz," Louis' words come out embarrassingly high pitched so he clears his throat and tries again, Harry lying below him looking so completely blissed out he probably didn't even notice. Louis smiles fondly and rolls his hips again to grab Harry's attention back.
"C'mere, Lou," Harry mumbles, sounding deliciously husky after his orgasm. Louis thinks he could probably get off just hearing Harry speak in that tone. Another time, he files it away for later.
Louis slides off of Harry, shoots him a questioning look, but Harry just smiles secretively and gestures for Louis to move up his chest. And higher. And higher. Until. Oh. Harry's tongue is lapping at Louis' wet, come-filled hole and yeah, holy fuck was right. Louis moans and tries his hardest not to go wild and fuck Harry's face, and then Harry's mouth is sucking at his skin and Louis loses all train of thought.
He rolls his hips minutely and Harry nods in agreement, giving Louis permission and Louis goes all out, writhing and panting on Harry's tongue, which is currently eating him out for all he's worth. Harry's hands - God, Louis loves Harry's hands more than anything in the entire world - come up and grip Louis' thighs, rubbing soothing circles against his skin. Trying to make this last as long as possible, Louis slows down and bites his lip, revelling in the feeling of Harry's tongue pressed inside him. Louis toys with Harry's curls, gripping at them and pulling them gently. To absolutely no-one's surprise, Harry twitches, moans, and Louis comes then, his balls pressing against the top of Harry's nose. He comes everywhere; his own chest, his thighs, Harry's hair. God, Harry's hair.
Suddenly Louis wishes he was three years younger just so he could get hard again in minutes and come completely all over Harry's curls. Another thing he files away for later.
He moves back down Harry's chest and collapses so that he can nuzzle into Harry's neck, completely worn out and content and messy. Harry has the most ridiculous dopey grin on his face, and, shit, Louis is so ridiculously in love with this boy he doesn't even know what to do with himself.
"Hey," Harry whispers, breaking the silence. "Shower? Otherwise we're both gonna wake up glued to the bed with come and sweat."
"Mmm, I love when you talk romance to me."
Harry laughs, "I'm the best at it, I know. So, shower?"
"In a second."
"Which basically translates to 'fuck off, I just had the best orgasm of my life, leave me be'?"
"Best orgasm of my life? You wish, Styles," Louis laughs into Harry's chest. Harry frowns and Louis kisses all over his face. "I love you."
"I love you. Now. Shower," Harry's petting Louis' hair now to soften the blow of having to move from their sated sprawl. Louis knows defeat when he sees it. There is no way he could ever say no to hair petting and puppy dog eyes. He lets out an overdramatic sigh and lifts himself up with an even more overdramatic grunt. He pulls at Harry's hand, and,
"Come on then, we don't have all day!"