On the first date

Patients is a virtue

“What are you, a Neanderthal?” he gasps. Louis has never considered himself small before, but now that Harry is effortlessly carrying him into the bedroom, he feels positively tiny, like Harry can do anything to him and he would be helpless to resist.

“Like I said, I’m an impatient person,” Harry says unapologetically and sets Louis down on his bed. They tear at each other’s clothes, eager to touch naked skin. Harry tugs his trousers and boxers down in one go, pulling so hard that Louis slides down the bed a little.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Harry growls, tracing the V of Louis’s pelvis. He stares openly and Louis feels himself harden even more under that heated gaze. Harry sees the twitch of his cock and runs his tongue over his lips. “May I?” So fucking polite.

“God, yes, whatever you want,” Louis groans, words tumbling out of his mouth unchecked.

Harry settles himself between his legs and lowers his mouth over Louis’s cock. His mouth is hot, and slick, and he sucks cock like Louis is the best thing he’s ever tasted. Louis brushes the curly fringe out of his forehead so he can watch his dick slide between those indecently pink lips. Harry meets Louis’s eyes and holds his gaze while he purses his lips around the head of Louis’s cock and Louis has to wrench his eyes away, swallowing a moan at the visual stimulation. He drops his head back down on the bed and jerks his hips up into the wet heat of Harry’s mouth.

Harry moans when Louis’s cock hits the back of his throat. Louis’s stomach flips when he realizes that Harry likes it, prefers it a little rough, so he fucks harder into Harry’s mouth. Harry rests his hands on Louis’s thighs, not bothering to hold his hips down, letting Louis use his mouth and, God, Louis is going to come way too fast …

With tremendous effort, he pushes Harry off. “Don’t wanna come yet,” he gasps, “Get your kit off.”

Harry pulls his shirt over his head and throws it across the room. His chest and abs are well-defined and Louis runs his hands over his torso appreciatively. When Harry shimmies out of his trousers and underwear, his mouth drops open.

“Are you for real?” he demands.

“What?” Harry frowns, confused.

Louis reaches up and runs his hand over Harry’s cock – Harry’s monster cock – he amends in his head, because a dick like that needs a proper descriptive. It has to be ten, perhaps eleven inches long, so thick that Louis cannot wrap his hand around its girth, and easily the biggest Louis has ever seen. Even including penises in porn, and that’s saying something.

"You should be in porn,” Louis says, still ogling the huge appendage with a mixture of trepidation and desire. He has never particularly cared about size – it’s about what you do with it, not how big it is, he’s always said. However, he can’t deny the arousal that trickles through his blood as he strokes that beautiful cock, long and thick and throbbing in his hand. Even his hand looks smaller in comparison, like it belongs to a child, and there is so much that is wrong with that thought.

“Porn doesn’t pay as well as you’d think,” Harry says, and fucking smirks, like he has considered it, probably even tried his hand at it and shot some amateur flick with a buddy during college. Louis feels inexplicably jealous. He reverses their positions so that Harry is on his back, Louis straddling his thighs. Harry watches, lush lips parted, as Louis bends and kisses the shiny head of his cock, runs his lips down the side, then back up to nip at his foreskin.

“Down, boy,” Louis reprimands, when Harry bucks up, making his huge dick slide out of Louis’s grasp and smear a streak of precome across Louis’s cheek.

Harry groans and covers his eyes with his hands. “Stop fucking teasing and suck me then.”

“You really should learn some patience,” Louis says mildly, and returns to suckling at the crown of Harry’s cock. Harry breathes shallowly, but keeps himself still. Satisfied with his submission, Louis opens his mouth wider, so wide that his jaw cracks a little, and takes Harry as deep as he can. Despite the fact that Louis has been able to deepthroat since he was nineteen, he can barely take Harry halfway into his mouth before pulling off, gasping for air.

“God, I wish you could see yourself,” Harry says, breath hitching. Louis looks up and sees that he has bitten his bottom lip red and plump, and that his fingers are clenched into the sheets, white-knuckled. “Wish you could see yourself trying to take my big cock, so beautiful …”

Louis moans, suddenly consumed with a bone-deep hunger. He renews his efforts, training his jaw to open up wider and his throat to relax, but it’s almost physically impossible. Louis is reminded of something he once saw on the Internet, some dirty Japanese animation where a guy with a dick the size of his thighs fucked a petite girl whose breasts were larger than her head. Louis thought that only in a cartoon would such exaggerated physiology exist, yet here is Harry Styles with his impossibly large cock leaking copious amounts of precome down Louis’s throat, and it’s all very much real.

A bubble of hysterical laughter rises in Louis’s throat, but since his mouth is full of cock, he ends up choking. A look of concern crosses Harry’s face, followed by an expression of smug amusement.

“Stop being so cocky,” Louis narrows his eyes, then groans at his inadvertent pun when Harry bursts out laughing.

“I think I have a right to be,” Harry smirks, and thrusts his hips up so that his cock slides through Louis’s fist. Louis gulps. He is even bigger now that he is fully erect, and Louis feels a bit lightheaded simply holding the pulsing length of it in his hand. He closes his eyes for a second.

“I must be asleep and dreaming right now, because the gay fairy has magicked me into a bed with a beautiful, naked man who has a ten inch dick and things like this just don’t happen in real life,” he intones. Harry splutters in surprised laughter, then pulls Louis on top of him and kisses him hard.

“You’re so strange,” Harry shakes his head, still smiling. “Good strange,” he adds.

They rut together, so much better and more intimate with naked skin against naked skin. Harry adjusts his cock so that it slides against the crack of Louis’s arse when they move. Louis moans when it brushes against his hole, lighting up the nerves there.