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Title: Welcome Home. (Part A)
Pairing: Louis/Harry (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: 3/3 kink-shots prompted by an Anon on tumblr; Harry makes sure to return the favour that Louis bestowed upon him during their time apart, leading to an unexpected milestone in their relationship.
AN: Contains scenes of a sexual nature and may be inappropriate for minors.
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Louis was practically bouncing in his seat as he drove from Doncaster to London. The journey seemed to drag on, and all he wanted to do was just get there and see the four lads he hadn’t seen in over a week. Well, seen in person that is.
His Skype call to Harry had been playing in the back of his mind for days, and he had to keep telling himself that it was because it was weird not being able to physically touch him, and not because he felt something strange in the pit of his stomach when he had watched Harry fall asleep before signing out. No, it had nothing to do with that at all.
He could have sighed in relief when he made the familiar turn onto the driveway of their apartment complex, finally feeling at home. He loved his old house in Doncaster, he really did, but it just didn’t feel right to call it home, when he felt so comfortable in his and Harry’s apartment. That was home now.
Not bothering to get his bag out of the boot, (he’d bring them in later, or get Harry to do it,) he darted inside, climbing the familiar stairs until he reached their front door.
“Home, sweet home.” he grinned, unlocking the door with his key and stepping inside.
Everything was just how they had left it. Their spare jackets were still hung up on the pegs of the coat rack, a pair of his toms were still by the door, and there was still one of Harry’s slippers next to it, (where the other one had gone, neither could remember.) It was all the same… all except from the small card standing in the middle of the hallway floor. Yep, that was definitely new.
Curious, the older boy walked over to it, picking it up. Written inside in a familiar, messy font was one word. Bedroom.
Excitement bubbled in Louis’ stomach as he kicked off his shoes, practically skipping to his room before opening the door. “Harreh!” he shouted, smile widening as he spotted the younger boy perched on the end of the bed.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Harry’s lips as he saw his friend again, but he quickly got it under control before sitting up strait. “You’re late.” he said simply.
Louis frowned in confusion, “I didn’t know there was a specific time I had to keep to, Haz.”
“Mr Styles.” Harry corrected, trying to fight the smile that was threatening to take over his features.
It took a moment for Louis to peg onto what was happening, but when he did, his breath caught in his throat.“Oh god,” Harry had remembered. It had to have been at least six months since they had a conversation about their sexual fantasies, to which Louis had admitted that the idea of a teacher/student role play turned him on, and it surprised him that the curly haired teen remembered it. And fucking hell, it was in that minute that the older boy realised what Harry was wearing.
Normal, black trousers donned his legs, while a white shirt covered his chest, the buttons undone to a dangerously low point, just above his belly button. A tie hung loosely around his neck, the dark material contrasting against his milky skin.
Harry stood up, walking over to Louis so that they were standing chest to chest. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you.” he whispered hotly in his ear, fingertips brushing along the collar of Louis’ tshirt as he smirked, feeling the older boys’ arousal press against his thigh.
“Please do.” Louis moaned, grinding his cock against the younger boys leg.
They were standing so close that their breath mingled together, body heat radiating from both of them as Harry resisted the urge to just shove him against the wall and do him then and there.
“Take off your clothes” he whispered, brushing his lips against Louis’ as he did so.
Hands trembling with excitement, the Doncaster lad did just that. It took him a matter of seconds to throw his shirt to the floor, but he fumbled a little with the button of his jeans, until eventually getting it done and removing those, too.
He now stood in tented boxers, fully aware of how little he was wearing compared to Harry. A rush of embarrassment coursed through him, but why, he had no idea. This was Harry, his best friend. The person he’d had sex with in nearly every way possible… why was he suddenly embarrassed about being so exposed before him?
“Those, too.” Harry said, his voice husky as he eyed Louis’ underwear.
Biting his lip, thumbs hooking underneath the waistband, Louis closed his eyes for a second. Fuck it, he thought. He’s seen it all before. Pushing both the embarrassment aside, and the boxers down, he now stood completely exposed in the middle of his bedroom, trying not to feel self conscious about the way Harry was looking at him.
Licking his lips subconsciously, Harry cleared his throat. “The, uh, the bed. Lye down, on your front.” he instructed.
Louis did just that, shifting a little to get comfortable. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry pick up a ruler from the bedside table. Okay…? he thought.
It was only a matter of seconds later that he felt Harry straddle him, still fully clothed, sitting just below his buttocks.
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
The older boy just nodded, the pieces adding up in his head.
He expected sharp pain. He expected something sadistic from Harry, a spanking of sorts. Instead, he felt only a light tap from the plastic on his bare skin, not painful at all, before even that was smoothed over with a kiss from the younger boy and a softly murmured ‘sorry.’
“You really suck at giving punishments… sir.” Louis chuckled.
“I just really suck at role play.” Harry sighed, dropping the ruler onto the floor. “Sorry.”
The Doncaster lad propped himself up on his elbows, turning his head to look at the other boy.
“We tried it out, at least.” he smiled. “and for what it’s worth, I thought you were very convincing .” he winked.
This caused the younger lad to smile a little, getting up from his position on Louis’ thighs and moving to lye beside him.
“I missed you while you were away.”
“Me, too.”
They both lay there for a second, neither phased by the fact that Louis was very obviously naked, until he pointed out: “Now, you do look shagtastically hot in that outfit, Styles, but you’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”
Harry smirked. “Is that your way of asking for a shag?”
“If it gets me one.” Louis shrugged. “Besides, I’d say you owe me after that poor excuse of a punishment, wouldn’t you?” he grinned. The other boy simply rolled his eyes, but sat up to take off his shirt and tie, followed quickly by his trousers.
“Going commando, I see.”
“I had to change quickly, I wasn’t sure when you were going to be home!” He defended himself.
“Sure, sure. Any excuse to get your cock out quickly.”
“Oh shut up.” Harry laughed, reaching over Louis’ body to get to the top draw of their bedside cabinet, searching for some lube. This action made his pelvis press into Louis’ bum, eliciting a soft moan from the older boy, who raised his hips automatically.
“Forget the lube, just do me now.” he groaned.
Harry glanced down at him. “You sure?”
“Yeah, just prepare me properly.” the older boy smiled, before resting his head against the pillows.
The curly haired teen bit his lip, scared for the second time that day in under an hour that he was going to hurt his friend as he sat upon the back of his thighs once more. He circled a finger around the outer muscles of Louis’ entrance, taking his time as to not hurt him. By the time he had slipped his finger completely inside of him, they were both achingly hard and desperate for some form of contact.
“Harry, please just hurry up.” Louis practically begged. He wasn’t one for begging, usually. He had only had to resort to it once or twice in the amount of time that they’d been doing this, but right now he didn’t care if he sounded pathetic, or anything else along those lines. He needed Harry inside of him.
Sensing his desperation, Harry added another finger, curling them as he pumped into him, stretching him as much as was needed. When he thought he had done a satisfactory enough job, he withdrew hit fingers, wiping them on the bedsheets before positioning himself at Louis’ entry. Droplets of pre-cum made the penetration a little easier, slicking the way, however that didn’t stop the older boy from squeezing his eyes shut as the burning pleasure mixed with slight amounts of pain. He had forgotten how big Harry was.
“You okay?” the Cheshire lad whispered, once his length was fully submerged inside of him. There was silence for a few moments, filled only with the sounds of their deep and uneven breathing, before Louis nodded.
“M’fine.”
This was all the reassurance Harry needed to pull back, thrusting forwards gently as he tried to find that one spot which would drive his friend insane.
It was when Louis started to push his butt back onto Harry’s dick that he knew the other boy needed more. He began to thrust a little harder, attaching his lips to one of the Doncaster lad’s shoulder blades and sucking the skin into his mouth, hoping to leave a mark.
“Oh fuck, there.” Louis moaned, hands gripping the pillows as he tried to meet Harry’s every thrust by raising his hips. This angle let the younger boy reach forwards, wrapping a hand around Louis’ cock and pump it in time with each thrust he gave. The sounds coming from the other boys mouth only spurred him on, desperate to feel him come undone beneath him.
“Harry, I’m not going to last. I’m c- oh god, I’m…”
Harry bit his lip. The sound of Louis’ crying out his name had sent him over the edge and he came mid-thrust, emptying himself inside of the other boy. The feeling of being filled up by warm liquid, added to the now-sloppy thrusts of the other boy, did little to help Louis’ resolve, and he came soon after, biting into the pillow to stop from being too loud as Harry collapsed onto his back, feeling the older boy’s come flow over his hand and onto the sheets.
They lay there for a few minutes afterwards, utterly content and boneless after their activities. After a few more seconds, Harry withdrew, biting his lip against the movement on his still-sensitive skin, and flopped down beside Louis, who turned to the side to face him.
“If sex is like that every time we’re away from each other for a week, I might have to start going home more often.” he chuckled.
“But Lou-” Harry was cut off when the older boy kissed him softly, removing the pout that had formed on his face.
“I’m joking, pumpkin. I’d miss you too much.”
Both lads just lay there, smiling at each other for what felt like forever, but in reality it couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds, before Harry broke the silence by blurting out: “God, I love you.”
Louis’ eyes widened, as did Harry’s when his brain finally caught up with him and he realized what he had said.
Shit.
“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to say that. I just…”
Louis was in a daze as Harry apologized, rambling on to try and make the situation better. He had grown to read the younger boy like a book, which was why, when he said that he meant it in a purely platonic way, he knew that he was lying.
But why wasn’t he freaking out? Why didn’t he find the idea that his male best friend was in love with him concerning? Why was it making him smile?
“I love you too.” he said, cutting off Harry’s apology with something that seemed to just roll off his tongue. It sounded right. It felt right, and in that moment he knew that he hadn’t meant anything as much in his entire life as he had that. It was the reason that he had started to feel self-conscious, it was the feeling in his stomach when he had watched Harry fall asleep, and it was something that had probably always been there, he realized. It was the truth.
“Really?” the taller boy asked, obviously nervous.
Louis nodded, smiling a little.
“Yeah. I do.”
Which one of them leaned forwards fist, neither knew. All they knew was that this time when they kissed, it suddenly felt so much more intimate than what they had been doing only moments ago.
“By the way,” Harry said, pulling back for a moment. “Welcome home.”