louis/harry pwp oneshot
pairing: louis tomlinson/harry styles [+ mentions of harry/all the lads]
rating: nc-17
wc: 2056
summary: louis is sweet as sugar in bed with harry - well, with his words
a/n: some porn that i posted anonymously at 1dkinkmeme originally. a few people seemed to enjoy it so i've decided to make a journal to host it and the future fic i will surely write eheh
the exertion and attention and spotlights of a live show seem to get louis energized, so that he's even more wired afterwards than before. paul's told them they get to stop off at a hotel instead of spending another night on the tour bus, much to everyone's relief. harry doesn't miss the meaningful glances that louis sends his way, knows he doesn't dare ask to room with anyone else.
* * *
harry's fingers tighten in the sheets when the air hits his exposed skin and he realizes that he never cleaned himself up after zayn fucked him just after his post-show shower.
"oooh," louis coos in delight, "you're wet already, aren't you...who's come is this?"
"zayn," harry manages to gasp out.
"ah, I forgot, I told him he could use you this week, didn't I." louis taps his chin thoughtfully.
"I sucked off liam, too." harry hears the words tumble out of his mouth before he even has time to censor himself. he feels louis' grip tighten on his ass.
"when?"
"before...before the show."
"such a slut," he says under his breath. "you're fucking filthy, harry."
harry groans through parted lips and flexes his hips backwards, desperate for the pressure that he needs, needs so bad. he gets just the opposite - louis sits up, and though harry can't see his face from where louis' positioned between his shaking legs, he can hear the smirk on his voice.
"shh, now, darling," he coos, gliding his hands up over harry's trembling back. "you promised you'd stay still, princess..." louis lays his head on the small of harry's back, breath ghosting against hot skin. "I thought you were gonna be good."
"I promise, I promise, lou, just please," harry hears himself pant, and god - it's so ridiculous how louis can just take him apart like this, reduce him to this quivering mess of need. kind of legitimately ridiculous. after all, harry's bigger than lou, got a deeper voice, can even lift more at the gym. must be psychological, he reasons to himself, decides to leave it at that because thinking any more about it will get him embarrassed. besides...he's got other things to worry about.
"mm, you promise? that's what you said before, cupcake," chirps louis, drumming his fingers just under harry's shoulder blade from where he's stretched his arms up harry's back. "said you'd keep still while I ate you out."
harry actually moans out loud at that one, can't help himself. louis sighs against his skin. "harry..." he knows it's coming but still flinches as louis' open palm connects with his ass, hard. he manages to keep himself quiet, silent but for the resounding crack of skin against skin.
louis waits a moment, lets the sound echo through the room before petting harry's back softly.
"good boy, you only make noise when I tell you to, right?"
"yes, louis," harry says, voice small.
"remember that," louis murmurs, digging nails that seem just a little longer than usual into harry's back. "you ready to try again, princess?"
harry nods urgently, forcing the rest of his body to stay still as louis winds back down between his legs and hooks his thumbs around the cheeks of harry's ass. he gets down to business a little quicker this time, tongue flicking out at the top of harry's cleft and dragging slowly down to where harry's hole is damp with half-dry come.
"this is filthy," louis says, seeming very pleased about it. "you're a filthy boy, harry. didn't even clean yourself out, I bet you like the feeling of all that come in there, hmm?"
harry blushes furiously because he kind of does. his cock is trapped between his stomach and the mattress, twitching every time louis says something dirty or does something with his tongue, and it'd be so easy to grind down into the mattress and get the relief he needs - but that'd earn him more than a slap. louis likes being in charge.
"maybe someday I'll tie you up, let them all have a go on you. I think they'd like that. would you like that, harry? you can answer me, darling."
harry doesn't even want to think about just how much he would like that, because then he really won't be able to stop himself from grinding against the mattress. he opens his mouth but all that he can produce is a strangled moan of acquiescence, because louis' teeth are grazing against his entrance, and he starts licking up and down, opening harry up with broad, wet strokes. it feels rather like having cold water dripped down one's back on a hot day - good, but intense and too much sensation concentrated in too small an area. it takes harry all he has not to squirm and beg, louis' fingers tapping lazily against his thigh a reminder that he's in control.
louis grins, and harry can feel it against his skin, but he soon forgets this as louis finally dips his tongue into harry's hole, fluttering and twisting deep inside. harry pants, and louis removes himself long enough to slip a couple fingers inside of him. "you can make noise, now, princess," he murmurs silkily, burying his head back between harry's shaking legs to lick next to where his slender fingers are probing inside of him.
harry noisily lets out air he didn't know he'd been holding in, and whimpers. louis slowly turns him over onto his back, lifts harry's legs and motions for him to keep them in the air. "stay still, now, darling," he's cooing as he traces an elegant finger up the flushed underside of harry's cock where it's straining against his abdomen.
"lou - lou, I want -" harry's stuttering nonsense, but louis flicks his balls without warning and harry gasps, nearly doubles up, but catches himself.
"harry, shut up. I don't care what you want, you're a whore. only thing you're good for is getting fucked, hm?" louis' concentrating on harry's hole, grabbing his knees and lining himself up. he pauses when harry stays silent, eyes him expectantly. "am I right, harry?"
harry swallows, nods, entire body tingling in anticipation. "yes, louis."
louis smiles, leans forward, and thrusts into harry in one smooth movement. "mmm.." he lays himself down over harry's torso, runs his hands up and down harry's sides. "you feel so good, doll," he purrs, grinding his hips against harry's ass.
harry groans, squeezes his eyes shut at the stretch that's very nearly too much but at the same time not enough. his fingers clutch the sheets, trying to even out his breathing as louis rolls his hips into him a couple times, thin hands skimming along harry's chest and rib cage.
"shhh, princess," he whispers, then pulls out nearly to the tip and snaps his hips back into harry, sighing contentedly. "mmm, you're tight, harry."
harry nearly sobs with the force of louis' thrust, teeth catching his bottom lip in an effort to keep his composure. louis reaches forward and weaves his right hand into harry's hair, anchoring the other on his chest as he falls into a pattern. his hips stutter into harry with no regard for the other boy's pleasure - harry can tell he's just using him to get himself off, and the thought makes his untouched cock twitch, the ache in his balls intensifying.
he lets his eyes slip closed and louis immediately jerks at his hair with the hand he has twisted into it. "open, styles," he's growling, voice low with desire. "wanna see the look in your eyes." and he's pulling out, climbing up harry's body, brushing his cock with teasing fingertips on the way.
"open up, sunshine." he straddles harry's chest, both hands finding his hair this time as harry parts his lips for louis' cock. normally lou might make him beg, hold it just within his reach for the longest time before letting harry suck him off, but right now he wants to come too much to mess around. harry knows he won't have to wait long for the payoff.
he's barely had his lips around louis for thirty seconds, though, when louis lifts himself out of harry's mouth. "changed my mind," he pants. "think I wanna see myself all over your face."
harry's stomach does the kind of little flip that happens when they go over a dip in the road in the tour bus, because he really wants louis all over his face too. "yeah," he gasps, "yeah, please, lou, I want it." he knows louis won't punish him for that because he fucking loves it when harry begs for his come. the slow smile curling over his countenance as he jacks himself off above harry's face is proof.
"how bad?" he purrs, low. his hand is slow on himself and harry knows he's determined to make this last as long as he can.
"fuck, lou, I'll - I swear, I'll be good, just...please, I'll do whatever the fuck you want," harry's red-faced and squirming below louis, his hips rutting into the air above him. begging might turn him on just as much as it does louis. "please come on me, ugh, I need it so bad, lou, I want it all over me."
louis just listens to harry's shameless moaning, considers, his hand working himself lazily. he bends so their faces are closer. "my come on your face, hm?" he reaches down with one hand to tease harry’s cock, just brushing it with soft, dry fingers - how is louis not sweating as profusely as harry is right now? "would it make you come, harry?"
harry nods desperately, because it would make him come - he's almost at his breaking point just from listening to louis' words. “I fucking need it.”
louis tuts, shakes his head. “such a dirty mouth,” he hums, but his hand is moving with more purpose, hips beginning to stir as he flicks his palm up and down his cock.
harry catches louis’ gaze for a beat, lips parted, eyes at half-mast - and he might have some idea of how appealing he looks, but it’s clearly affecting louis more than harry’s expected, because the stutter of louis’ entire body and the way he throws back his head catches harry off guard, and he barely has time to anticipate the sudden pulse of louis’ come across his face, thick and hot. pleasure spikes through him like an electric shock, and he hears a groan leave his lips, sensation channeling straight to his cock.
louis has just enough presence of mind to reach back and fist harry’s cock, stroking sloppily only twice before harry’s vocalizing his own orgasm, nearly howling as his back arches as much as it can with louis on top of him. his climax rips through him, racks his body, muscles straining from where they’re pinned to the bed.
louis slumps down, rolls off of harry only to cuddle into his side. “good, haz,” he murmurs, stroking harry’s naked side softly. this part is important to them both - making sure harry knows that even though louis loves calling him a dirty useless whore during sex, he means a good deal more.
louis reaches to the bedside table, fumbles for a tissue, and wipes harry’s face off carefully. he giggles a little - harry looks like some sort of sleepy, damp kitten. sex always leaves harry exhausted and louis a little giddy and loopy - but he’ll always stay to cuddle harry.
“all right, baby?” louis’ words are tender, sweeter now than they were earlier.
harry manages a nod, opens his eyes for a few seconds to look into louis’ and nuzzles into his neck. harry smells of sweat and sex and hotel soap, and he’s so much softer than the crisp bed sheets. louis throws an arm over his side, tucks his chin over harry’s head and lets a smile play at his lips as he feels harry melt into his embrace.
harry’s dimly aware of louis chuckling. “think you might like that even more than I do, hazza.” normally harry might try to formulate a response, but he’s foggy with satisfaction and exhaustion and delightfully content with letting louis take this round.
rating: nc-17
wc: 2056
summary: louis is sweet as sugar in bed with harry - well, with his words
a/n: some porn that i posted anonymously at 1dkinkmeme originally. a few people seemed to enjoy it so i've decided to make a journal to host it and the future fic i will surely write eheh
the exertion and attention and spotlights of a live show seem to get louis energized, so that he's even more wired afterwards than before. paul's told them they get to stop off at a hotel instead of spending another night on the tour bus, much to everyone's relief. harry doesn't miss the meaningful glances that louis sends his way, knows he doesn't dare ask to room with anyone else.
* * *
harry's fingers tighten in the sheets when the air hits his exposed skin and he realizes that he never cleaned himself up after zayn fucked him just after his post-show shower.
"oooh," louis coos in delight, "you're wet already, aren't you...who's come is this?"
"zayn," harry manages to gasp out.
"ah, I forgot, I told him he could use you this week, didn't I." louis taps his chin thoughtfully.
"I sucked off liam, too." harry hears the words tumble out of his mouth before he even has time to censor himself. he feels louis' grip tighten on his ass.
"when?"
"before...before the show."
"such a slut," he says under his breath. "you're fucking filthy, harry."
harry groans through parted lips and flexes his hips backwards, desperate for the pressure that he needs, needs so bad. he gets just the opposite - louis sits up, and though harry can't see his face from where louis' positioned between his shaking legs, he can hear the smirk on his voice.
"shh, now, darling," he coos, gliding his hands up over harry's trembling back. "you promised you'd stay still, princess..." louis lays his head on the small of harry's back, breath ghosting against hot skin. "I thought you were gonna be good."
"I promise, I promise, lou, just please," harry hears himself pant, and god - it's so ridiculous how louis can just take him apart like this, reduce him to this quivering mess of need. kind of legitimately ridiculous. after all, harry's bigger than lou, got a deeper voice, can even lift more at the gym. must be psychological, he reasons to himself, decides to leave it at that because thinking any more about it will get him embarrassed. besides...he's got other things to worry about.
"mm, you promise? that's what you said before, cupcake," chirps louis, drumming his fingers just under harry's shoulder blade from where he's stretched his arms up harry's back. "said you'd keep still while I ate you out."
harry actually moans out loud at that one, can't help himself. louis sighs against his skin. "harry..." he knows it's coming but still flinches as louis' open palm connects with his ass, hard. he manages to keep himself quiet, silent but for the resounding crack of skin against skin.
louis waits a moment, lets the sound echo through the room before petting harry's back softly.
"good boy, you only make noise when I tell you to, right?"
"yes, louis," harry says, voice small.
"remember that," louis murmurs, digging nails that seem just a little longer than usual into harry's back. "you ready to try again, princess?"
harry nods urgently, forcing the rest of his body to stay still as louis winds back down between his legs and hooks his thumbs around the cheeks of harry's ass. he gets down to business a little quicker this time, tongue flicking out at the top of harry's cleft and dragging slowly down to where harry's hole is damp with half-dry come.
"this is filthy," louis says, seeming very pleased about it. "you're a filthy boy, harry. didn't even clean yourself out, I bet you like the feeling of all that come in there, hmm?"
harry blushes furiously because he kind of does. his cock is trapped between his stomach and the mattress, twitching every time louis says something dirty or does something with his tongue, and it'd be so easy to grind down into the mattress and get the relief he needs - but that'd earn him more than a slap. louis likes being in charge.
"maybe someday I'll tie you up, let them all have a go on you. I think they'd like that. would you like that, harry? you can answer me, darling."
harry doesn't even want to think about just how much he would like that, because then he really won't be able to stop himself from grinding against the mattress. he opens his mouth but all that he can produce is a strangled moan of acquiescence, because louis' teeth are grazing against his entrance, and he starts licking up and down, opening harry up with broad, wet strokes. it feels rather like having cold water dripped down one's back on a hot day - good, but intense and too much sensation concentrated in too small an area. it takes harry all he has not to squirm and beg, louis' fingers tapping lazily against his thigh a reminder that he's in control.
louis grins, and harry can feel it against his skin, but he soon forgets this as louis finally dips his tongue into harry's hole, fluttering and twisting deep inside. harry pants, and louis removes himself long enough to slip a couple fingers inside of him. "you can make noise, now, princess," he murmurs silkily, burying his head back between harry's shaking legs to lick next to where his slender fingers are probing inside of him.
harry noisily lets out air he didn't know he'd been holding in, and whimpers. louis slowly turns him over onto his back, lifts harry's legs and motions for him to keep them in the air. "stay still, now, darling," he's cooing as he traces an elegant finger up the flushed underside of harry's cock where it's straining against his abdomen.
"lou - lou, I want -" harry's stuttering nonsense, but louis flicks his balls without warning and harry gasps, nearly doubles up, but catches himself.
"harry, shut up. I don't care what you want, you're a whore. only thing you're good for is getting fucked, hm?" louis' concentrating on harry's hole, grabbing his knees and lining himself up. he pauses when harry stays silent, eyes him expectantly. "am I right, harry?"
harry swallows, nods, entire body tingling in anticipation. "yes, louis."
louis smiles, leans forward, and thrusts into harry in one smooth movement. "mmm.." he lays himself down over harry's torso, runs his hands up and down harry's sides. "you feel so good, doll," he purrs, grinding his hips against harry's ass.
harry groans, squeezes his eyes shut at the stretch that's very nearly too much but at the same time not enough. his fingers clutch the sheets, trying to even out his breathing as louis rolls his hips into him a couple times, thin hands skimming along harry's chest and rib cage.
"shhh, princess," he whispers, then pulls out nearly to the tip and snaps his hips back into harry, sighing contentedly. "mmm, you're tight, harry."
harry nearly sobs with the force of louis' thrust, teeth catching his bottom lip in an effort to keep his composure. louis reaches forward and weaves his right hand into harry's hair, anchoring the other on his chest as he falls into a pattern. his hips stutter into harry with no regard for the other boy's pleasure - harry can tell he's just using him to get himself off, and the thought makes his untouched cock twitch, the ache in his balls intensifying.
he lets his eyes slip closed and louis immediately jerks at his hair with the hand he has twisted into it. "open, styles," he's growling, voice low with desire. "wanna see the look in your eyes." and he's pulling out, climbing up harry's body, brushing his cock with teasing fingertips on the way.
"open up, sunshine." he straddles harry's chest, both hands finding his hair this time as harry parts his lips for louis' cock. normally lou might make him beg, hold it just within his reach for the longest time before letting harry suck him off, but right now he wants to come too much to mess around. harry knows he won't have to wait long for the payoff.
he's barely had his lips around louis for thirty seconds, though, when louis lifts himself out of harry's mouth. "changed my mind," he pants. "think I wanna see myself all over your face."
harry's stomach does the kind of little flip that happens when they go over a dip in the road in the tour bus, because he really wants louis all over his face too. "yeah," he gasps, "yeah, please, lou, I want it." he knows louis won't punish him for that because he fucking loves it when harry begs for his come. the slow smile curling over his countenance as he jacks himself off above harry's face is proof.
"how bad?" he purrs, low. his hand is slow on himself and harry knows he's determined to make this last as long as he can.
"fuck, lou, I'll - I swear, I'll be good, just...please, I'll do whatever the fuck you want," harry's red-faced and squirming below louis, his hips rutting into the air above him. begging might turn him on just as much as it does louis. "please come on me, ugh, I need it so bad, lou, I want it all over me."
louis just listens to harry's shameless moaning, considers, his hand working himself lazily. he bends so their faces are closer. "my come on your face, hm?" he reaches down with one hand to tease harry’s cock, just brushing it with soft, dry fingers - how is louis not sweating as profusely as harry is right now? "would it make you come, harry?"
harry nods desperately, because it would make him come - he's almost at his breaking point just from listening to louis' words. “I fucking need it.”
louis tuts, shakes his head. “such a dirty mouth,” he hums, but his hand is moving with more purpose, hips beginning to stir as he flicks his palm up and down his cock.
harry catches louis’ gaze for a beat, lips parted, eyes at half-mast - and he might have some idea of how appealing he looks, but it’s clearly affecting louis more than harry’s expected, because the stutter of louis’ entire body and the way he throws back his head catches harry off guard, and he barely has time to anticipate the sudden pulse of louis’ come across his face, thick and hot. pleasure spikes through him like an electric shock, and he hears a groan leave his lips, sensation channeling straight to his cock.
louis has just enough presence of mind to reach back and fist harry’s cock, stroking sloppily only twice before harry’s vocalizing his own orgasm, nearly howling as his back arches as much as it can with louis on top of him. his climax rips through him, racks his body, muscles straining from where they’re pinned to the bed.
louis slumps down, rolls off of harry only to cuddle into his side. “good, haz,” he murmurs, stroking harry’s naked side softly. this part is important to them both - making sure harry knows that even though louis loves calling him a dirty useless whore during sex, he means a good deal more.
louis reaches to the bedside table, fumbles for a tissue, and wipes harry’s face off carefully. he giggles a little - harry looks like some sort of sleepy, damp kitten. sex always leaves harry exhausted and louis a little giddy and loopy - but he’ll always stay to cuddle harry.
“all right, baby?” louis’ words are tender, sweeter now than they were earlier.
harry manages a nod, opens his eyes for a few seconds to look into louis’ and nuzzles into his neck. harry smells of sweat and sex and hotel soap, and he’s so much softer than the crisp bed sheets. louis throws an arm over his side, tucks his chin over harry’s head and lets a smile play at his lips as he feels harry melt into his embrace.
harry’s dimly aware of louis chuckling. “think you might like that even more than I do, hazza.” normally harry might try to formulate a response, but he’s foggy with satisfaction and exhaustion and delightfully content with letting louis take this round.