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Harry was in the shower when I entered his room. I could here the shower running. The others said it should be me talking to him. Even though I wasn’t the closest to him anymore, Niall was, I still knew how to best talk to him when he was, “in a mood.”
Nobody wanted to talk to Harry when he was “in a mood”. He was unpleasant, noncaring and just a complete dick. Which was as unusual as you’d expect, but everyone cracked once in a while. When we asked Niall what was wrong with him, all he did was shrug and said he’d been in a foul mood ever since his meeting with Modest. None of us knew what they were about, but he was always pissed when he came back from them.
I walk over to the bed and sit down. He’s always taken longer showers than the rest of us. A smile creeps on my lips as I remember how I usually had to help him after he got soap in his eye when we used to live together. He had just been so sweet and innocent back then, so cute. Smooth milky skin, soft features and love handles…
The shower had stopped when I was lost in thought. It was eerily quiet before Harry’s deep voice rang out in the room.
“I know you’re there, Louis.” My body freezes shortly.
“Then you also know why I’m here. Ready to not be dick anymore?” He doesn’t answer. Instead the door opens slowly and quietly. Out he comes, in all his glory. The towel hanging low beneath his v-line, and his muscles glistening with waterdrops. His chest is tight and his shoulders broad.
The veins in his hands are defined and his long curly hair is framing his face. Feeling my mouth go dry and swallowing nothing, I force myself to look at him. He has a small smirk curving his lips and his eyes are shining with something I can’t read.
His emerald green eyes are boring into my own blue ones. My breath is caught in my throat. He’s always been taller than me, but from this angle he looks like a giant. Slowly, he moves towards me, like a predator would its pray. I refuse to look at him, so he lifts my chin up with his fingers, staring honestly into my eyes. No. This is wrong I should leave, I should stop him, I should…
“Tell me what you want.” His voice is low and raspy, his pupils blown, soft yet seeking. I know what I want, but we can’t. It’s not right, it’s forbidden its…
“You.” I say breathily, my voice sounding foreign to even myself. “I want you.” I held my breath, waiting for an answer.
And if I hadn’t been starring at him so intensely I would have missed it. His short, curt little nod. Slowly I moved back on the bed, laying down, without breaking eye contact. He slowly crawled after me, before hovering over me. He looked deep into my eyes and his thumb caressed my cheek.
“You’re the most beautiful human being I have ever seen.” Pink coated my cheeks. His lips met mine in a gentle but longing kiss. I had forgotten how much I missed his lips on my own. Our lips moved synchronised and I felt his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for entrance. My mouth opened almost automatically. My hands ran up and down his muscled back, and his down the side to my hips.
I could feel myself growing embarrassingly fast in my trousers. My heart beat to fast and the adrenaline pulsed under my skin. His fingers graced the skin under my shirt and I gasped a little. “Take it off.” He ordered. I did as he told me and took it off. “Trousers too.” His voice rough with lust.
I could see it in his eyes that I wasn’t the only one affected by what we are doing. I was about to take off my trousers, no questions asked, but then I remembered the underwear I had chosen to wear today.
A lacy, light pink thong. My cheeks reddened further, but I decided to take a chance and pulled my trousers down. He groaned when he saw them and began kissing down my neck. “You look perfect, angel.” My entire face must be beat red by now, I thought.
His lips found mine again and I ran my hands further down his back only to discover there was no longer a towel. Just skin. He straightened to look down at me, and…oh…oh.
He was always big, but…Before I could stop it, I whimpered. Actually whimpered. Now I was red for a whole other reason, trying to cover myself with my hands before his big ones engulfed them and pulled them away and behind my head.
He rolled his hips down onto mine and I couldn’t keep my moan in. It came out loud but breathy. He sucked, bit and licked at my neck. “I’ve dreamt about this.” I said, everything coming out in a breathy voice. Small moans and grunts feeling the room.
“Yeah? Tell me what you’ve dreamt about, baby.” I whined at the nickname and could feel him smiling against my neck.
“I dreamt about you…above me…you…pounding into me and I come undone on your cock. Me riding your big dick until I can’t anymore and you have to take charge. Me on my knees, your cock in my mouth. Me tied to the bed or you throwing me into the wall and pounding relentlessly. Once…ah fuck” My moan came out high pitched.
“Once…we were on the tour bus and had to keep quiet because of the other boys, but you were, ah, eating me out and I…I couldn’t.” There was more than a dozen more fantasies, but those had been repeating in my mind even during daytime, even with Eleanor.
“Okay.” Is all he says, but his voice is deeper, rougher. Small sounds leave my mouth and my breath has become more laboured.
Suddenly my thong is ripped off and he reaches for lube I didn’t know he had. “Spread your legs…princess.” He murmurs the last part in my ear. I do as he says with a little whimper. He coats three fingers in lube and brings them down to my entrance.
His index finger trails my rim and I let out a whine of impatience. “Shh, I got you baby.”
He removes his fingers, confused I look up only to feel pain and pleasure surge through me. He put to fingers in at a time. He lets me adjust for all of five seconds before he starts pumping in and out. Not long after that he puts in a third finger.
“Oh fuck, Harry…please.”
“Please what?” I can’t answer, too gone in bliss. “Please what, Princess?” His voice more stern this time.
“Please…fuck me…fuck me please…I can’t…I…” I’m rambling and I feel his fingers leave my hole. I whine at the loss, but I’m cut off by the feel of his cock by my whole.
“You want me to fuck you, huh? Want me to ruin that pretty little hole of yours? Want me to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow?” I moan loud at his words. And apparently that was all the confirmations he needed.
Because he slammed into me. I let out a cry and felt a tear slip down my cheek. He stayed there before he slowly drew back and slammed harder into me. Another cry. “You’re so beautiful like this. Looking fucked and messy. And mine.” He growled out the last part into my ear.
I was about to beg again for him to go harder? Faster? To stop or to keep going? I didn’t know. But then he started slamming into me at a relentless pace. Hard and fast and ruthless.
“Ah…ah…fuck...Yes…Harry.” My moans became more and more high pitched and I felt myself moving further up the bed. He grabbed my legs and hiked them over his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to go deeper and he hit that spot inside me, making me cry out in pleasure.
“There! There, God please. Fuck. faster please…I can’t. Need…” He changed his angle, so he hit my prostate every single time.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and cum for me when I say, Lou?” I nodded. I couldn’t hold it anymore. He went faster and harder, his rhythm faltered, and he was as breathless as me. He leant down to my ear. “Cum.” And I did. Loud and hard.
I think I screamed but my vision blurred, and my ears started to ring. When I come down again Harry is still over me, panting into my neck.
“Harry?”
“Hm?”
I gather all my courage and take a deep breath. “I love you. Never stopped. Hope you know that.”
Silence.
Silence for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes.
He draws himself up from my neck, looking down at me with so much emotion in his shinning green eyes.
“You are my heart and soul Louis. I hope you know that. I love you too. So much.” He lays down and draws me into his chest, and I relax against him. “Always.”