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“What shampoo do you want?” Louis breathed into Harry’s ear, bottom lip against his lobe. He was close enough to see the exact moment goosebumps appeared on Harry’s skin and raced down his neck.
“The laven- nungh” Louis probably shouldn’t have done it then, just after he’d asked Harry a question, but his pale skin was right there and Louis wasn’t very patient so he had to have a taste. If he’d sucked a little too hard, then who could blame him really? Even if Harry dissolved into an incoherent mess of garbled words and moans whenever Louis’ lips were on him.
“The lavender, I take it?” And when Louis asked, he reached out with his hand to push the neckline of Harry’s shirt down so he could see those two little birds. He left his hand there; a solid weight against Harry’s chest.
Then Louis’ fingertips outlined one of Harry’s nipples through his shirt and the boy moaned “Yes.”
So Louis stood up and turned around to find Harry’s favourite shampoo, grinning when Harry sighed out in discontent. “Take your shirt off, love.”
Harry didn’t have to be told twice; it was off and on the floor before Louis even had the liquid in his palm. He watched Harry squirm as he foamed it up between his hands; loved how Harry’s knees would bend up and out so his feet could rest at the end of the chair, bare toes curling against the leather like they were trying to grip on tight. How his knuckles would whiten, he was gripping onto the armrests so hard. All of him was tense, waiting for Louis to do something.
It was hard not to be a tease when Harry’s impatience was just so pretty and his desperation so tantalising. It riled Louis up, the sight, but Harry was prettiest when he was writhing and moaning underneath his fingers, and even Louis felt the tension drain away into something much more when Harry got what he wanted.
So Louis rubbed his palms together for the final time and pushed his fingers through Harry’s hair, thumb pressing downwards along the back of his skull while the rest of his fingers spread out against his scalp. Harry released that filthy guttural groan from where it had been held captive in his throat, and Louis could swear that noise got hotter every time they did this.
He moved his thumbs in circles and scratched lightly with his fingernails, moving fingertips back and forth against the side of his head and watched the rise and fall of Harry’s chest. He was breathing heavy and loud, but not quite loud enough, so Louis caught some hair between his fingers and pulled it oh-so-lightly. Harry sucked in a sharp breath, and when he let it out Louis tugged a bit harder until he groaned.
“Fucking – Louis.” He whined, so Louis moved his hands down to Harry’s shoulders and began to rub.
“You’re awful tense, Haz.”
“Louis.” He whined again, nuzzling into Louis’ left hand. “Higher.”
“You’re forgetting something.” Louis tutted.
“Please.”
“You know I don’t give a fuck about manners. I want to hear you beg.”
“Louis, please put your fingers in my hair please I need it.” Louis pressed his fingertips into Harry’s neck, into the spots just below his ears, and began to slowly push up towards his scalp. Harry sucked in another breath, and Louis stopped moving them. Harry whined and tilted his head back so he could see Louis and began to ramble again. “Come on Louis! Up higher, please, I need it so much I’m fucking - it’s not enough, I want more, please.” It was that last please, the one that was half growl half moan, that had Louis’ fingers slipping back up to rub at Harry’s scalp.
Harry sighed for all of a second before his moaning started. His eyes fluttered closed and his fingers started scratching at the arm rest again, and Louis couldn’t quite take his eyes off the way Harry’s stomach muscles were tensing.
Louis sped up the tempo of his fingers, drawing circles with the tips, and watched Harry’s hips cant up so his ass was no longer touching the seat.
“Jeans. Off. Pants too.” Louis demanded, and when Harry made no move to follow the command he tugged at Harry’s hair hard.
Harry grunted and started undoing his button and zip, and pulled both his jeans and pants off in one go.
Louis felt a little guilty for a second, he knew Jaymi would not appreciate Harry’s bare ass on his seat, but then Harry bucked his hips again and gave Louis full view of his half-hard cock and that was all Louis’ mind could handle at the moment. Really, they were going to do a lot worse than sit naked on his chair soon enough. Wasn’t worth fretting over, anyway.
“Louis.”
“Sorry, got distracted.”
Harry laughed then, throaty and hot. “Too much looking, not enough tou – uh – uching.” He panted it out, because Louis’ fingers were working again. Massaging his scalp, scratching at his skin, squeezing his hair.
The shampoo between his fingers was starting to go tacky though, so when Harry was riled up enough for his liking, Louis turned on the water tap and began to rinse out the soap.
“Shit Louis.” Harry gasped. Which was fair enough; the water was quite cold.
“I’d say sorry, but I’m not. You should see yourself.”
“You should –“ he sucked in a breath when the water began to dribble down his neck. “You should install mirrors on the roof.”
“That’s tacky.” Louis muttered. Even though he quite liked that idea. He’d like to see Harry get off on the sight of himself, flushed and panting. Maybe another time.
Louis turned off the water and bent down to suck at the droplets on Harry’s bare shoulders, ignoring the sudsy taste because he had skin warm and salty against his tongue. And Harry was panting again, sucking in rapid breaths and releasing them with little whooshes.
“Are you going to get to the conditioner bit this time, or are you already too desperate for my cock?”
Louis didn’t expect the words out of Harry’s mouth, and even though they were a pleasant surprise he sprayed his boyfriend with the cold water anyway. As Harry squeaked, Louis grinned. “Cheeky.” Then he leant around Harry to lick up some of the water that was making its way down Harry’s chest. He trailed after it with his tongue, catching it just before they dripped into his navel. Harry’s cock jumped, inches from his eyes, and Louis pressed his teeth into Harry’s stomach so that the boy beneath him shuddered.
“Are – are you quite finished?” Harry asked, confidence betrayed by the wavering in his voice and the way his chest was heaving, trying to control his breathing.
“No.” Louis continued to nip and lick and suck at the same patch of skin until it started to redden and he felt Harry’s hand in his hair. Which had him pulling back and slapping the hand away. “You know not to touch it.”
“But why? It’s just going to get messed up anyway.” Harry was whining again, but this time he sounded childish instead of sexy as fuck.
“Because I spent ages doing it and if it’s going to get mussed up, it’ll be because I’ve been bouncing on your cock so hard it gets all sweaty and sticks up all funny. Okay?”
Harry blinked back at him. “I can deal with that.”
Louis smiled sweetly. “Good. Now its conditioner time, you’ve ruined the mood.”
“Not my mood.”
“So you don’t want the conditioner?”
“No, I do!” Harry squealed, and Louis was grinning again. He’d gone a bit snappish, but it was all in good fun. He liked to be reminded that Harry was desperate for him; for his fingers in his hair, playing and pulling and rubbing.
Which he did, with conditioner on his fingers, careful to avoid Harry’s scalp. He just scrubbed at Harry’s hair, tugging lightly occasionally, so that soon the boy was begging again; Louis didn’t even have to ask.
“Louis, I’m sorry, all right? Please.”
“What, Harry? I don’t know what you want.”
“You know what I want better then I know what I want. Just give it to me, please?”
“Give you what though?”
“What I want!”
Louis could have dragged this on forever, the little bickering and teasing that made it that much more fun for him, but his own cock was feeling quite neglected and he was almost as eager as Harry to get the ball rolling.
So he started to massage Harry’s scalp again, in slow soothing circles.
“Yes.” Harry groaned out. “That’s what I want.”
“Like this?” Louis asked, scratching up and down Harry’s head with one hand while the other made quick work of undoing his own trousers.
“Yes.”
Once his pants were off too, he removed his hand from Harry’s scalp to get his shirt off. Before Harry could protest, Louis switched on the chair so that it buzzed to life. Then plopped down onto Harry’s legs with a wide grin.
“Hi.”
Harry blinked slow, and opened his mouth to say something, but Louis was shutting him up with his lips. It was more than likely going to be something stupid like What?; wouldn’t be anything worth a second less of Louis’ mouth on Harry’s.
When Louis pulled back, and Harry said “You’re naked”, Louis’ theory was basically confirmed.
He looked down between their bodies, trying not to get distracted by the sight of their cocks so close together (he’d lost some of his wittiest remarks that way), and gasped “Really? How did that happen?”
Harry grinned, and began to trace Louis’ back lightly with his finger. “Can the chair go up any higher?”
Louis reached down to the side of the chair and turned the knob all the way up until he could feel the vibrations absolutely everywhere. His thighs were wobbling and his cheeks felt like they were going numb and he was glad when Harry groaned “Too much!” So he turned it down to half-way and it was perfect; just a light buzzing underneath his skin.
“You gonna finger me or what?” Louis asked, and grinned because Harry was snorting.
“Lube?” he choked out.
“It’s in your jeans pocket, isn’t it?” Louis asked, already holding the trousers in his hands and reaching into the back pockets. He hoped to fuck that Harry hadn’t put the little foil pocket into the one with more holes then material. He sighed out when he found it in the front, and shook it in front of Harry’s face.
It was snatched out of his hands and Harry was ripping it open with his teeth. Then he was sticking his fingers in and wiggling them about until he had two thoroughly coated.
Louis spread out so his knees were beside Harry’s waist and leaned forward to hold Harry’s shoulder to balance himself. He watched as Harry stuck his tongue out to the side of his mouth, how cartoon characters did when they had to concentrate really hard, and felt a finger nudging at his entrance. It was just rubbing at the rim, so Louis pushed back until Harry was pushing one all the way in.
When Louis felt it wriggle, he frowned and grunted “I’m doing it” and Harry stopped moving. Then Louis began to rotate his hips until the digit was pressing up against his walls. “Another one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Louis hissed, and Harry quickly complied. A little too quickly, in all honesty. He sort of just rammed it up there beside the first and Louis grunted out a “Fuck.” He settled back onto them though, after a few deep breaths, and began to move his hips again. He bounced up and down and round and round until it didn’t hurt anymore. “Scissor them a bit, will you?”
“I know how to finger someone.” Harry mumbled, but he did what he was told. He was pouting though, so Louis kissed him on the forehead.
“I know, love. You know how I like to be in control though.”
Harry smiled and nodded. “I like it when you’re in control too.”
Harry began to scissor them, now that he was appeased, and Louis had to sit still because Harry was getting dangerously close to his prostate. He didn’t like it being touched during prep; only wanted it hit by Harry’s cock.
“The third one.” Louis said, in a much nicer voice that had Harry grinning. He slid another finger in, slowly beside the others, and when Louis felt sufficiently stretched he said, in his most commanding voice, “Hands on the armrests.”
Harry did so, pulling his fingers out painfully quick to grip the armrests and just blinked up at Louis, waiting.
Louis retrieved the lube packet from where it had been tossed idly onto the floor and began to squeeze the remaining liquid out. He did it slowly, rolling the packet from the bottom to get at every last drop, and when Harry opened his mouth to whine, Louis grasped Harry’s cock in his lubricated hand and began to pump. Harry’s head fell back against the leather and he moaned, long and loud and gruff.
Then Louis was gripping it firmly with one hand and holding himself up with the other against Harry’s shoulders, moving his hips up and guiding himself onto Harry’s cock. He moved slowly, dropping down inch by inch, until he was fully seated.
He opened his eyes to Harry watching him, pupils blown wide and hair matted to his forehead. Which reminded him.
“We got five minutes. That’s a treatment.”
And Harry got out “Wha-?” before Louis was riding him, pushing himself up with tense thighs to drop himself back down.
Harry was groaning like a man possessed, hands flapping about on the armrests, wrists glued to it; he was so desperate to touch but he knew he couldn’t.
It made Louis grin, that desperation, and he moved his hands down from Harry’s shoulders to rub at his nipples. Just gently, round and round with the pads of his thumbs, an occasional flick at the nub, and Harry groaned louder. Louis traced down Harry’s stomach with his fingers, tracing the butterfly tattoo and his navel, but then it was getting harder to keep up his pace when all of his own weight was held by his knees and thighs. He put his hands behind himself, on top of Harry’s thighs, and leant back slowly as he continued to fucking himself on Harry’s cock.
Then he felt it, the sharp pang of pleasure when his prostate was hit, and his rutting grew quicker. He rolled his hips so that spot was hit on every drop down, and Harry’s thighs were so tense beneath his fingers, and he had to peel his eyes open to get a look at Harry.
Who was bright red and so so sweaty, biting his lip so hard like he was trying to hold in his grunts and groans. Luckily for Louis, it wasn’t working at all. Harry was still whining and breathing out in whooshes and making little jolting sounds in his throat. His eyes were having trouble sticking to something, constantly flicking between Louis’ eyes and his chest and his cock that was bobbing between them. His knuckles were white, he was gripping the armrests so tight, so desperate to touch but he knew he couldn’t.
“One minute.” Louis grunted, and started fucking himself down on Harry with a new fervour. Hips rolling quicker, knees working harder to bob himself up and down, fingers digging into Harry’s thighs. He wanted to touch himself, so desperate for some pressure on his cock, but he wanted more to come without that contact.
Louis thought he wasn’t going to get that wish when Harry’s hand left the armrest, and he barked out a “Harry!” because he was so sure that his boy had plans to grip him.
But then he saw Harry’s hand disappear down beside the chair and before Louis knew it, his world was shaking. Harry was vibrating beneath him and his cock inside him and it was so hard against his prostate, buzzing against it and now wetting his insides. Harry was coming inside him and Louis was coming between them and Fuck. It just kept rolling, this pleasure in waves, and Louis could hear Harry yelping but there wasn’t much he could do about it, except maybe relax his grip on Harry’s thighs, but he couldn’t think much about that now.
But then Harry was gripping his cock, loosely jacking it with a hand moistened by Louis’ come, and Louis was grunting because that hand was vibrating too. It was too much, too sudden, and he was pushing himself up and off of Harry, hands back on his shoulders to make it easier, and Harry opened his hand to release him.
Louis lent down and flicked the chair off, then sat back on Harry’s thighs and just stared.
“I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”
Harry was grinning though, looking awfully pleased with himself. Which, yeah, fair enough. That was pretty amazing. “I panicked.”
“You panicked?”
“You said we had one minute and I panicked.”
“You realise that if we went over time, it would have only meant that your hair treatment would stay in for a bit too long?”
Harry pouted. “I thought you might get off me after a minute, to wash it out.”
Louis frowned, and had to have a think about it for a second. “I probably would have, you know. But I was already pretty close to coming.”
“Me too!” Harry’s face was lit up with childish excitement, like it was the best thing ever that they had something in common. “But I wasn’t sure you were and I figured a vibrating cock up your ass couldn’t hurt.”
Louis kissed Harry’s lips quick and clambered off his lap to get the tap. He was testing the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm enough because Harry did good, when Harry leant down to switch on the vibrating chair again.
“Do you reckon you could do it?”
“Do what?” Louis asked with raised eyebrows, even if Harry couldn’t see him. It was his perplexed look, and he was perplexed.
“Make me come again, just with your fingers in my hair.”
Louis frowned thoughtfully. “Well, I haven’t been able to get you to come just from my fingers in a normal situation, let alone right after you’ve already come.”
“Before we didn’t have Jaymi’s magical chair.” Harry pointed out helpfully.
Which had Louis sighing. Then grinning wide. “I guess we can always try.”