I Can't Control Myself
Title: I Can’t Control Myself
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Summary: There's something about Harry that Louis wants to destroy.
Warnings: Bondage, rimming, over-stimulation, slight d/s.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Three Days Grace. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Author Notes: This is just porn. Shameless porn. I regret nothing.
There's something about Harry that Louis wants to destroy. It's not his innocence, he's already taken that. Harry. Beautiful, put together, loving. Louis wants to see him dirty, wants to see him fall apart in his hands. He wants to ruin this gorgeous boy. But not in a malicious way. No, in the most beautiful way he can imagine.
He walks over to Harry, catching him off guard and making him jump a bit. He presses himself up against Harry's back, saying his name and toying with his belt. Harry tilts his head back to rest it on Louis's shoulder. Louis sways a bit and whispers, “I bought something.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna show me?”
“Of course.” Louis sinks his teeth into Harry's neck, pushing him towards the bedroom and taking his shirt off in the process. His skin is warm under Louis's touch, growing hotter. Harry lowers his head and lets Louis push him down onto the bed. Louis raises his arms and clicks something around Harry's wrists.
“Louis!” He tugs on the restraints, clenching his fists. He could have had a little warning.
“You trust me, right, Hazza?” Harry nods and Louis grins, “Good.” He shoves Harry's trousers down, tossing them to the floor. Harry watches with lust-filled eyes as Louis rids himself of his own clothes, every inch of skin making Harry more and more impatient.
He tries to hurry him, “Louis, c'mon.”
Louis laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think so. My rules.”
Harry swallows hard and gasps when Louis rubs his hand over his cock. Louis's hands are soft, and they feel insanely good against his heated skin. He runs his thumb through the precome at the tip, causing Harry to buck his hips up.
Louis shifts and for a second, Harry thinks he's going to suck him off, but Louis's tongue goes elsewhere. He licks at Harry's entrance, sending shocks up his spine. Harry wraps his legs around Louis's neck, trying to get him closer, “More, please.”
Louis grips his thighs, pulling them apart. “Patience, babe.” He goes back to what he was doing, turning Harry into a mumbling, incoherent mess. He can hear the handcuffs rattling on the headboard; Harry's probably trying to get out of them. Harry's thighs tremble under his grasp and Louis tries not to smirk as Harry curses and writhes.
“If you keep that up, I'm-”
“That's the point, love.”
“Fuck.” Harry wants to bury his fingers in Louis's hair, wants to pull on the brown strands and hear Louis groan. But all he can do is whine helplessly and chase his orgasm. Louis squeezes his thigh and Harry loses it, coming over his belly. Louis looks up at him, watching as he sinks into the bed.
Louis grabs the lube and puts some on his fingers. Harry’s panting, his stomach covered in come. His lips are red, he was probably biting them. Louis slips two slick fingers into him and Harry whimpers, “Louis, I-”
“Shh.” He curls his fingers and Harry makes a face, telling Louis that it hurts. Louis rubs a hand over his sensitive cock, and Harry wants to push up but pull away at the same time. Harry shuts his eyes tightly, grabbing onto the chains connecting the handcuffs to the headboard. Louis reassures him, “It's alright, Hazza.”
Harry shakes his head, “No, just, fuck.” Louis leans over to kiss his temple, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself, sliding into tight heat. Harry feels his cock get hard again, but it's painful, his body straining. He didn’t even know he could come this many times in a row.
Louis smirks at him and sits up, snapping his hips forward, starting a quick pace. Harry mewls and lets his head fall back against the pillow. Louis thinks that Harry could put up a fight if he really wanted to, but that's the thing. Harry won't put up a fight because it's Louis and not anyone else. He trusts Louis with his life. He knows very well that Louis can take him apart and put him back together and not lose any pieces. He knows Harry’s limits, probably better than Harry knows himself.
Harry feels like he's on fire. He wants to get off but he doesn't want to be touched and his mind is a puddle of mush so he can't make a proper decision. He lets out a sob when Louis pumps his cock, his orgasm rushing through him.
He tries to move away, but fails miserably. He can’t go anywhere. “Louis... Hurts.”
“I know, babe.” He shushes him and rubs his thumb over Harry's thigh, slowing himself for a moment and saying, “S’fine,” before speeding up again. Louis digs his nails into his hips, breaking skin. Harry whimpers and Louis presses deeper, bruising him, marking him. It gives him a strange satisfaction to know that Harry's bruised because of him. Even though it's in places no one can see. It's the fact that they both know what's under Harry's clothes that gets Louis hot and bothered. The fact that Louis can hug Harry in public and press his hands into his hips and no one will notice how Harry subtly arches up into the touch.
Harry's cheeks are flushed and his hair's sticking to his forehead and he looks so fucked out that it pushes Louis over the edge. Louis carefully slides out and unlocks the handcuffs, lowering Harry's arms and rubbing his wrists until the redness goes away.
Harry closes his eyes and pulls Louis down, curling himself around him. He sighs against Louis's neck, feeling Louis run his fingers through his hair. Harry mumbles, “You kinky little shit.” Louis laughs and Harry says, “I'm surprised you actually kept going.”
Panic appears in Louis’s tone, “You didn't say-”
“I know, Louis.” He looks up at him and smiles, “But now, I'm tired. So, I’m going to sleep.”
Louis kisses him and Harry lets himself drift off into unconsciousness, Louis's arms keeping him safe.
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Summary: There's something about Harry that Louis wants to destroy.
Warnings: Bondage, rimming, over-stimulation, slight d/s.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Three Days Grace. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Author Notes: This is just porn. Shameless porn. I regret nothing.
There's something about Harry that Louis wants to destroy. It's not his innocence, he's already taken that. Harry. Beautiful, put together, loving. Louis wants to see him dirty, wants to see him fall apart in his hands. He wants to ruin this gorgeous boy. But not in a malicious way. No, in the most beautiful way he can imagine.
He walks over to Harry, catching him off guard and making him jump a bit. He presses himself up against Harry's back, saying his name and toying with his belt. Harry tilts his head back to rest it on Louis's shoulder. Louis sways a bit and whispers, “I bought something.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna show me?”
“Of course.” Louis sinks his teeth into Harry's neck, pushing him towards the bedroom and taking his shirt off in the process. His skin is warm under Louis's touch, growing hotter. Harry lowers his head and lets Louis push him down onto the bed. Louis raises his arms and clicks something around Harry's wrists.
“Louis!” He tugs on the restraints, clenching his fists. He could have had a little warning.
“You trust me, right, Hazza?” Harry nods and Louis grins, “Good.” He shoves Harry's trousers down, tossing them to the floor. Harry watches with lust-filled eyes as Louis rids himself of his own clothes, every inch of skin making Harry more and more impatient.
He tries to hurry him, “Louis, c'mon.”
Louis laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t think so. My rules.”
Harry swallows hard and gasps when Louis rubs his hand over his cock. Louis's hands are soft, and they feel insanely good against his heated skin. He runs his thumb through the precome at the tip, causing Harry to buck his hips up.
Louis shifts and for a second, Harry thinks he's going to suck him off, but Louis's tongue goes elsewhere. He licks at Harry's entrance, sending shocks up his spine. Harry wraps his legs around Louis's neck, trying to get him closer, “More, please.”
Louis grips his thighs, pulling them apart. “Patience, babe.” He goes back to what he was doing, turning Harry into a mumbling, incoherent mess. He can hear the handcuffs rattling on the headboard; Harry's probably trying to get out of them. Harry's thighs tremble under his grasp and Louis tries not to smirk as Harry curses and writhes.
“If you keep that up, I'm-”
“That's the point, love.”
“Fuck.” Harry wants to bury his fingers in Louis's hair, wants to pull on the brown strands and hear Louis groan. But all he can do is whine helplessly and chase his orgasm. Louis squeezes his thigh and Harry loses it, coming over his belly. Louis looks up at him, watching as he sinks into the bed.
Louis grabs the lube and puts some on his fingers. Harry’s panting, his stomach covered in come. His lips are red, he was probably biting them. Louis slips two slick fingers into him and Harry whimpers, “Louis, I-”
“Shh.” He curls his fingers and Harry makes a face, telling Louis that it hurts. Louis rubs a hand over his sensitive cock, and Harry wants to push up but pull away at the same time. Harry shuts his eyes tightly, grabbing onto the chains connecting the handcuffs to the headboard. Louis reassures him, “It's alright, Hazza.”
Harry shakes his head, “No, just, fuck.” Louis leans over to kiss his temple, pulling his fingers out and positioning himself, sliding into tight heat. Harry feels his cock get hard again, but it's painful, his body straining. He didn’t even know he could come this many times in a row.
Louis smirks at him and sits up, snapping his hips forward, starting a quick pace. Harry mewls and lets his head fall back against the pillow. Louis thinks that Harry could put up a fight if he really wanted to, but that's the thing. Harry won't put up a fight because it's Louis and not anyone else. He trusts Louis with his life. He knows very well that Louis can take him apart and put him back together and not lose any pieces. He knows Harry’s limits, probably better than Harry knows himself.
Harry feels like he's on fire. He wants to get off but he doesn't want to be touched and his mind is a puddle of mush so he can't make a proper decision. He lets out a sob when Louis pumps his cock, his orgasm rushing through him.
He tries to move away, but fails miserably. He can’t go anywhere. “Louis... Hurts.”
“I know, babe.” He shushes him and rubs his thumb over Harry's thigh, slowing himself for a moment and saying, “S’fine,” before speeding up again. Louis digs his nails into his hips, breaking skin. Harry whimpers and Louis presses deeper, bruising him, marking him. It gives him a strange satisfaction to know that Harry's bruised because of him. Even though it's in places no one can see. It's the fact that they both know what's under Harry's clothes that gets Louis hot and bothered. The fact that Louis can hug Harry in public and press his hands into his hips and no one will notice how Harry subtly arches up into the touch.
Harry's cheeks are flushed and his hair's sticking to his forehead and he looks so fucked out that it pushes Louis over the edge. Louis carefully slides out and unlocks the handcuffs, lowering Harry's arms and rubbing his wrists until the redness goes away.
Harry closes his eyes and pulls Louis down, curling himself around him. He sighs against Louis's neck, feeling Louis run his fingers through his hair. Harry mumbles, “You kinky little shit.” Louis laughs and Harry says, “I'm surprised you actually kept going.”
Panic appears in Louis’s tone, “You didn't say-”
“I know, Louis.” He looks up at him and smiles, “But now, I'm tired. So, I’m going to sleep.”
Louis kisses him and Harry lets himself drift off into unconsciousness, Louis's arms keeping him safe.