one direction: two for the show
title: two for the show
fandom: one direction
pairing: louis/harry/zayn
rating/word count: NC-17/~2,300
Warnings: comeplay, gagging
summary: He’s something else, isn’t he?” Louis says softly, tightening his hands in Harry’s curls again. “He can’t get enough.” And hearing that, Harry flushes with pride and goes a little deeper.
‘Take it further, c’mon Haz, I know you can.” Louis mutters, idly palming at his own crotch, watching with saucer-wide eyes as Harry gags around Zayn’s cock. He reaches out and grabs a fistful of the hair at the back of Harry’s head, gripping hard, and Harry gives a muffled groan as his eyes roll up to the whites. “Take it all, Harry, I know you can, I want to see you take all of it.” Harry sucks at the head, looking up to Zayn almost apologetically for his hesitation. Zayn gives a weak smile to reassure him, but Louis seems to be having none of it. He pushes down on the back of Harry’s head, forcing him further down Zayn’s cock. Zayn’s hips stutter forward involuntarily and he feels a rush of guilt as Harry gags filthily, Louis’ hand on the back of his head preventing him from pulling off. Zayn’s impressed already- he’s never had a girl who’s been able to get it down this far, though Harry’s prowess might have something to do with Louis’ odd coaching technique that switches between soft encouragements and rough name calling.
“You little slut, I know you can fucking take it, I need to see you take it. I know you want to; you’re begging for it, I can see it. God, Haz, I’ll fuck you so good if you do it, baby, I wanna fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming, I wanna fuck you until you cry. “Harry nods and goes a little deeper, breathing heavily through his nose. Zayn’s paralyzed, half with pleasure and half with disbelief because, fuck, if this is how Harry and Louis are in private, he’s been underestimating their sex life by a long shot. Louis’ hand is still in Harry’s hair, but the grip is loosened and he’s playing with his curls, softly rubbing his fingers into Harry’s scalp. Harry looks up to Zayn, his pupils blown wide and his eyes watering and his fringe plastered to his face with sweat and cum. “Fuck.” Zayn groans, his eyes screwing shut.
“He’s something else, isn’t he?” Louis says softly, tightening his hands in Harry’s curls again. “He can’t get enough.” And hearing that, Harry flushes with pride and goes a little deeper and god, he’s only got like an inch left go before he’s got Zayn all the way down his throat. Zayn tilts his head towards Louis, not daring to take his eyes off of Harry. “Is he always like this?” he asks softly, not wanting to break Harry’s concentration. Louis nods wordlessly and they both watch Harry, their ragged breath synchronizing with the quick bobs of his head. His brow is furrowed and he seems to be measuring his breathes as works his mouth. There’s this animalistic part of Zayn that wants to fuck that pretty face, to grab his hair like Louis did and make Harry take it all with every rough thrust. He wants to look down and see Harry crying and gagging and sputtering around his cock, wants to pull out and come on those cheekbones, in that thick hair. But instead, he places a hand softly on the top of Harry’s head and angles his hips up. Harry takes a deep breath through his nose and sinks down, his nose pressing into Zayn’s skin. And fuck, he can’t help himself for moaning loudly, his hands trembling. It’s fucking amazing, all hot and wet and tight and he can feel Harry’s throat muscles flexing against the underside of his cock. He’s shaking and moaning and he can hear Louis’ voice somewhere to the left of him, egging Harry on.
It’s all too fucking much- Louis’ dirty mouth and Zayn’s dirty thoughts and Harry’s dirty everything, his hands and lips and tongue and hot little noises and he keeps thrusting in Harry’s throat, his cock twitching every time Harry gags. Harry’s taking it so well too, looking up at Louis every so often for any sign of approval. Louis is stroking his own dick, his t-shirt still on but his pants long discarded, biting his lip as he watches Harry sucking someone else’s cock. It would make anyone else jealous, but Zayn figures that Louis knows that he doesn’t’ t have to worry about losing Harry to anyone else, that Harry will never want anyone the way he wants Louis, which must makes what’s happening right now not only okay but ridiculously erotic.Louis reaches forward again with a grunt and grabs Harry by the hair, pulling him up, off of Zayn, who moans in disappointment. He had been so fucking close. Could Louis not have waited two minutes to fuck Harry senseless? Louis pulls Harry up onto his knees and kisses him, sloppy and open mouthed. Zayn has a perfect view, can see their tongues darting in and out. Harry sucks in Louis’ bottom lip while rutting against him, his precome smearing against Louis’ shirt. “All fours.” Zayn hears Louis order before getting off the bed to get something from the side table.
Harry obeys immediately, turning so that he’s facing Zayn and lowering himself. He meets Zayn’s eye and gives a naughty smile that makes Zayn’s cock pulse. He always knew that Harry was a bit slaggy but this was something else entirely. It dawns on Zayn that he is about to witness sex- hard, rough, violent sex, from the looks of it-between two of his best friends right in front of him and that he’ll have a perfect view of their faces the whole time. The thought makes him seize up in fear and he wonders if maybe he should excuse himself. He begins to sit up, only to have Harry reach for him, shaking his head. “No, stay.” He says, his voice raw at the edges. Zayn settles back down, his breath hitching as Harry repositions himself so that his arms bracket Zayn’s hips, his mouth inches away from Zayn’s cock. Louis, now shirtless, comes back to the bed with a bottle of lube and Harry looks over his shoulder at him, like he’s asking for permission and Louis looks from him to Zayn and back again before laughing quietly and shaking his head. Harry grins, that same coquettish smile and his breathing quickens as Louis gets him ready, working one finger in and then two. Harry gasps and bites his lip so hard that the skin turns white from the pressure. He rocks back against Louis’ hand, his eyelids fluttering.
Zayn isn’t quite sure how to react- the view is lovely, if a little disconcerting, but Harry’s hot breath on him isn’t helping matters and, to be honest, he just wants to leave so that he can get himself off. He’s aching for it, his entire body buzzing in anticipation. Louis seems to notice, because as he’s slicking his own cock up, he gestures to Zayn. “Get on your knees.” And, surprisingly, Zayn does. Like this is some normal thing. Harry moves his arms to allow him to straighten up and it’s only as Harry repositions himself against so that he’s parallel between Zayn and Louis does Zayn realize what is about to happen here. It’s too late now, he rationalizes lamely. It’s easier to act like he can’t fight his way out of this, even when he knows that had he wanted to walk out, he could’ve done it long before this. But suddenly Harry rocks forward and his tongue is wet on the tip of Zayn’s cock again and fuck, that’s good; so, so good.. More than good enough to convince him to stay.
He watches as Louis, one hand on the small of Harry’s back, one hand guiding himself in, purses his lips in concentration. Zayn can see the head of Louis’ cock pressing against Harry’s opening, the moment of resistance, and then finally the rest of his length slowly sinking in. Harry pulls off of Zayn, keening high in the back of his throat. “Oh, Lou, god yes, ohh…” he rocks his hips, sinking back onto Louis fully a few times before leaning forward and taking Zayn in his mouth again. Louis grips Harry’s hips more firmly, pulling him back and pushing him forward more with each stroke. Harry gets more of Zayn between his lips every time, his head bobbing earnestly. Zayn tries to be as gentle as possible, recognizing that he is the stranger in this, that this is not his scenario to control, but he finds himself thrusting into Harry’s mouth more and more with each passing minute. Harry’s a fucking magician or something with his mouth- he’s doing things with his tongue that Zayn didn’t even know could feel this good. Zayn’s toes are curling and he’s cramping up in his thigh but none of it fucking matters because he looks down and sees Harry pulling off to suck at his balls and he has to look away if he wants to keep himself from coming.
He looks up to Louis, who’s watching the two of them intently as he fucks Harry, who’s alternating between blowing Zayn and pulling off to moan Louis’ name loudly. Louis notices the way in which Zayn’s attempting to be gentle with Harry and shakes his head. “Get rough with him, Zayn. He loves it.” And to Zayn’s surprise, Harry nods enthusiastically from between them, pulling off to look up at Zayn. His eyes are glazed over with lust and spit drips from his lower lip, trailing down his neck. He looks Zayn right in the eye and asks him to please fuck his face and that’s all Zayn needs to hear before he’s grabbing the back of Harry’s neck and thrusting into his mouth as hard as he dares. If Zayn thought Harry’s noises before were bad, then he doesn’t’ t know how he’s handling what’s coming out of him right now, because his moans now are fucking obscene. He’s crying out every time Louis gives a particularly deep thrust, and his desperate moans are ringing in Zayn’s ears as he closes his eyes and grips Harry’s shoulders, marveling at how quickly Harry was able to control his gag reflex.
He can feel Louis going harder and harder; the only sound in the room is the smack of skin against skin and the wet sucking coming from Harry’s mouth. Zayn’s so close, so fucking close, and there’s nothing more he wants to do than to hold Harry’s head back while he comes into his mouth. He wants to see it on Harry’s face, dribbling out his mouth, clinging to his eyelashes. He leans forward, balancing on Harry’s shoulders for more leverage and Louis leans forward too, meeting him in the middle and kissing him hard. They’re interrupted by Harry, who cries out. “Oh fuck, Lou, right there again, please, oh god please” Harry begs from in between them, wailing brokenly as Louis snaps his hips three times in quick succession and Zayn can swear that he hears a sob from deep in Harry’s chest as he comes, his hips rolling into the air. Louis reaches a hand between Harry’s legs, stroking him through it but refusing to slow his rhythm. Harry’s arms begin to shake, struggling to hold him up as Louis continues to pound into him. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes yes yes oh god Harry oh god” Louis pants, his lip quivering and Zayn can see that he’s coming, holding onto Harry’s hips so tightly that it’s definitely going to leave bruise.
Harry’s head hangs between his arms and Louis reaches forward and grabs it, yanking his head up. “You’re not done.” He says and Harry whimpers softly. It takes a minute for Zayn to realize that Louis is referring to him. “C’mon Hazza, be a good boy, finish the job.” And Harry does, so enthusiastically that Zayn’s on the brink in less than a minute. He takes his cock from Harry’s mouth, dangerously close to coming as he sees how Harry’s tongue darts out after it. He strokes himself, holding it right above Harry’s mouth, but gripping his hair firmly enough that Harry stays in place. He looks from Louis to Harry, and asks, “Can I-“ and Harry’s already nodding, closing his eyes. Zayn thrusts into his fist for a moment until he can feel it and then it hits him and oh fuck it’s amazing, so much better than anything he was expecting and he grinds his teeth as he comes, painting Harry’s face, who obediently opens his mouth, trying to catch any errant drops.
Zayn gasps as he comes down, his grip on Harry’s head slackening as he sinks down into the bed, trembling. Louis, who’s already lying down, breathing deeply, beckons for Harry to crawl over to him. He holds Harry’s chin, turning his head left and right, examining it. Zayn’s cum is everywhere- caught in Harry’s fringe, across his nose and cheekbones, most of it dripping off his chin and onto his neck. “It’s a good look for you, Harry. You should wear it more often.” Louis quips and they all laugh, allowing the tension to ease out of the situation. Harry leans over the side of the bed and grabs Louis’ t-shirt, wiping his face clean with it and Louis protests falsely before pulling Harry over to lie between him and Zayn, their limbs tangling together as they all struggle to get comfortable.
They manage to grab a blanket that had been kicked to the floor and pull it over all of them. They didn’t need a blanket though, not really- it was already almost uncomfortable hot in the room. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked to see your dick, Zayn,” Louis says, looking at him with sleepy eyes. “But I can’t say that I minded it. You should come in our room to visit more often. Don’t you agree, Haz?” Harry nods hazily in agreement, curled between them and already half-asleep.
fandom: one direction
pairing: louis/harry/zayn
rating/word count: NC-17/~2,300
Warnings: comeplay, gagging
summary: He’s something else, isn’t he?” Louis says softly, tightening his hands in Harry’s curls again. “He can’t get enough.” And hearing that, Harry flushes with pride and goes a little deeper.
‘Take it further, c’mon Haz, I know you can.” Louis mutters, idly palming at his own crotch, watching with saucer-wide eyes as Harry gags around Zayn’s cock. He reaches out and grabs a fistful of the hair at the back of Harry’s head, gripping hard, and Harry gives a muffled groan as his eyes roll up to the whites. “Take it all, Harry, I know you can, I want to see you take all of it.” Harry sucks at the head, looking up to Zayn almost apologetically for his hesitation. Zayn gives a weak smile to reassure him, but Louis seems to be having none of it. He pushes down on the back of Harry’s head, forcing him further down Zayn’s cock. Zayn’s hips stutter forward involuntarily and he feels a rush of guilt as Harry gags filthily, Louis’ hand on the back of his head preventing him from pulling off. Zayn’s impressed already- he’s never had a girl who’s been able to get it down this far, though Harry’s prowess might have something to do with Louis’ odd coaching technique that switches between soft encouragements and rough name calling.
“You little slut, I know you can fucking take it, I need to see you take it. I know you want to; you’re begging for it, I can see it. God, Haz, I’ll fuck you so good if you do it, baby, I wanna fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming, I wanna fuck you until you cry. “Harry nods and goes a little deeper, breathing heavily through his nose. Zayn’s paralyzed, half with pleasure and half with disbelief because, fuck, if this is how Harry and Louis are in private, he’s been underestimating their sex life by a long shot. Louis’ hand is still in Harry’s hair, but the grip is loosened and he’s playing with his curls, softly rubbing his fingers into Harry’s scalp. Harry looks up to Zayn, his pupils blown wide and his eyes watering and his fringe plastered to his face with sweat and cum. “Fuck.” Zayn groans, his eyes screwing shut.
“He’s something else, isn’t he?” Louis says softly, tightening his hands in Harry’s curls again. “He can’t get enough.” And hearing that, Harry flushes with pride and goes a little deeper and god, he’s only got like an inch left go before he’s got Zayn all the way down his throat. Zayn tilts his head towards Louis, not daring to take his eyes off of Harry. “Is he always like this?” he asks softly, not wanting to break Harry’s concentration. Louis nods wordlessly and they both watch Harry, their ragged breath synchronizing with the quick bobs of his head. His brow is furrowed and he seems to be measuring his breathes as works his mouth. There’s this animalistic part of Zayn that wants to fuck that pretty face, to grab his hair like Louis did and make Harry take it all with every rough thrust. He wants to look down and see Harry crying and gagging and sputtering around his cock, wants to pull out and come on those cheekbones, in that thick hair. But instead, he places a hand softly on the top of Harry’s head and angles his hips up. Harry takes a deep breath through his nose and sinks down, his nose pressing into Zayn’s skin. And fuck, he can’t help himself for moaning loudly, his hands trembling. It’s fucking amazing, all hot and wet and tight and he can feel Harry’s throat muscles flexing against the underside of his cock. He’s shaking and moaning and he can hear Louis’ voice somewhere to the left of him, egging Harry on.
It’s all too fucking much- Louis’ dirty mouth and Zayn’s dirty thoughts and Harry’s dirty everything, his hands and lips and tongue and hot little noises and he keeps thrusting in Harry’s throat, his cock twitching every time Harry gags. Harry’s taking it so well too, looking up at Louis every so often for any sign of approval. Louis is stroking his own dick, his t-shirt still on but his pants long discarded, biting his lip as he watches Harry sucking someone else’s cock. It would make anyone else jealous, but Zayn figures that Louis knows that he doesn’t’ t have to worry about losing Harry to anyone else, that Harry will never want anyone the way he wants Louis, which must makes what’s happening right now not only okay but ridiculously erotic.Louis reaches forward again with a grunt and grabs Harry by the hair, pulling him up, off of Zayn, who moans in disappointment. He had been so fucking close. Could Louis not have waited two minutes to fuck Harry senseless? Louis pulls Harry up onto his knees and kisses him, sloppy and open mouthed. Zayn has a perfect view, can see their tongues darting in and out. Harry sucks in Louis’ bottom lip while rutting against him, his precome smearing against Louis’ shirt. “All fours.” Zayn hears Louis order before getting off the bed to get something from the side table.
Harry obeys immediately, turning so that he’s facing Zayn and lowering himself. He meets Zayn’s eye and gives a naughty smile that makes Zayn’s cock pulse. He always knew that Harry was a bit slaggy but this was something else entirely. It dawns on Zayn that he is about to witness sex- hard, rough, violent sex, from the looks of it-between two of his best friends right in front of him and that he’ll have a perfect view of their faces the whole time. The thought makes him seize up in fear and he wonders if maybe he should excuse himself. He begins to sit up, only to have Harry reach for him, shaking his head. “No, stay.” He says, his voice raw at the edges. Zayn settles back down, his breath hitching as Harry repositions himself so that his arms bracket Zayn’s hips, his mouth inches away from Zayn’s cock. Louis, now shirtless, comes back to the bed with a bottle of lube and Harry looks over his shoulder at him, like he’s asking for permission and Louis looks from him to Zayn and back again before laughing quietly and shaking his head. Harry grins, that same coquettish smile and his breathing quickens as Louis gets him ready, working one finger in and then two. Harry gasps and bites his lip so hard that the skin turns white from the pressure. He rocks back against Louis’ hand, his eyelids fluttering.
Zayn isn’t quite sure how to react- the view is lovely, if a little disconcerting, but Harry’s hot breath on him isn’t helping matters and, to be honest, he just wants to leave so that he can get himself off. He’s aching for it, his entire body buzzing in anticipation. Louis seems to notice, because as he’s slicking his own cock up, he gestures to Zayn. “Get on your knees.” And, surprisingly, Zayn does. Like this is some normal thing. Harry moves his arms to allow him to straighten up and it’s only as Harry repositions himself against so that he’s parallel between Zayn and Louis does Zayn realize what is about to happen here. It’s too late now, he rationalizes lamely. It’s easier to act like he can’t fight his way out of this, even when he knows that had he wanted to walk out, he could’ve done it long before this. But suddenly Harry rocks forward and his tongue is wet on the tip of Zayn’s cock again and fuck, that’s good; so, so good.. More than good enough to convince him to stay.
He watches as Louis, one hand on the small of Harry’s back, one hand guiding himself in, purses his lips in concentration. Zayn can see the head of Louis’ cock pressing against Harry’s opening, the moment of resistance, and then finally the rest of his length slowly sinking in. Harry pulls off of Zayn, keening high in the back of his throat. “Oh, Lou, god yes, ohh…” he rocks his hips, sinking back onto Louis fully a few times before leaning forward and taking Zayn in his mouth again. Louis grips Harry’s hips more firmly, pulling him back and pushing him forward more with each stroke. Harry gets more of Zayn between his lips every time, his head bobbing earnestly. Zayn tries to be as gentle as possible, recognizing that he is the stranger in this, that this is not his scenario to control, but he finds himself thrusting into Harry’s mouth more and more with each passing minute. Harry’s a fucking magician or something with his mouth- he’s doing things with his tongue that Zayn didn’t even know could feel this good. Zayn’s toes are curling and he’s cramping up in his thigh but none of it fucking matters because he looks down and sees Harry pulling off to suck at his balls and he has to look away if he wants to keep himself from coming.
He looks up to Louis, who’s watching the two of them intently as he fucks Harry, who’s alternating between blowing Zayn and pulling off to moan Louis’ name loudly. Louis notices the way in which Zayn’s attempting to be gentle with Harry and shakes his head. “Get rough with him, Zayn. He loves it.” And to Zayn’s surprise, Harry nods enthusiastically from between them, pulling off to look up at Zayn. His eyes are glazed over with lust and spit drips from his lower lip, trailing down his neck. He looks Zayn right in the eye and asks him to please fuck his face and that’s all Zayn needs to hear before he’s grabbing the back of Harry’s neck and thrusting into his mouth as hard as he dares. If Zayn thought Harry’s noises before were bad, then he doesn’t’ t know how he’s handling what’s coming out of him right now, because his moans now are fucking obscene. He’s crying out every time Louis gives a particularly deep thrust, and his desperate moans are ringing in Zayn’s ears as he closes his eyes and grips Harry’s shoulders, marveling at how quickly Harry was able to control his gag reflex.
He can feel Louis going harder and harder; the only sound in the room is the smack of skin against skin and the wet sucking coming from Harry’s mouth. Zayn’s so close, so fucking close, and there’s nothing more he wants to do than to hold Harry’s head back while he comes into his mouth. He wants to see it on Harry’s face, dribbling out his mouth, clinging to his eyelashes. He leans forward, balancing on Harry’s shoulders for more leverage and Louis leans forward too, meeting him in the middle and kissing him hard. They’re interrupted by Harry, who cries out. “Oh fuck, Lou, right there again, please, oh god please” Harry begs from in between them, wailing brokenly as Louis snaps his hips three times in quick succession and Zayn can swear that he hears a sob from deep in Harry’s chest as he comes, his hips rolling into the air. Louis reaches a hand between Harry’s legs, stroking him through it but refusing to slow his rhythm. Harry’s arms begin to shake, struggling to hold him up as Louis continues to pound into him. “Oh fuck oh fuck yes yes yes oh god Harry oh god” Louis pants, his lip quivering and Zayn can see that he’s coming, holding onto Harry’s hips so tightly that it’s definitely going to leave bruise.
Harry’s head hangs between his arms and Louis reaches forward and grabs it, yanking his head up. “You’re not done.” He says and Harry whimpers softly. It takes a minute for Zayn to realize that Louis is referring to him. “C’mon Hazza, be a good boy, finish the job.” And Harry does, so enthusiastically that Zayn’s on the brink in less than a minute. He takes his cock from Harry’s mouth, dangerously close to coming as he sees how Harry’s tongue darts out after it. He strokes himself, holding it right above Harry’s mouth, but gripping his hair firmly enough that Harry stays in place. He looks from Louis to Harry, and asks, “Can I-“ and Harry’s already nodding, closing his eyes. Zayn thrusts into his fist for a moment until he can feel it and then it hits him and oh fuck it’s amazing, so much better than anything he was expecting and he grinds his teeth as he comes, painting Harry’s face, who obediently opens his mouth, trying to catch any errant drops.
Zayn gasps as he comes down, his grip on Harry’s head slackening as he sinks down into the bed, trembling. Louis, who’s already lying down, breathing deeply, beckons for Harry to crawl over to him. He holds Harry’s chin, turning his head left and right, examining it. Zayn’s cum is everywhere- caught in Harry’s fringe, across his nose and cheekbones, most of it dripping off his chin and onto his neck. “It’s a good look for you, Harry. You should wear it more often.” Louis quips and they all laugh, allowing the tension to ease out of the situation. Harry leans over the side of the bed and grabs Louis’ t-shirt, wiping his face clean with it and Louis protests falsely before pulling Harry over to lie between him and Zayn, their limbs tangling together as they all struggle to get comfortable.
They manage to grab a blanket that had been kicked to the floor and pull it over all of them. They didn’t need a blanket though, not really- it was already almost uncomfortable hot in the room. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked to see your dick, Zayn,” Louis says, looking at him with sleepy eyes. “But I can’t say that I minded it. You should come in our room to visit more often. Don’t you agree, Haz?” Harry nods hazily in agreement, curled between them and already half-asleep.