No Strings Attached

Chapter Eight

However, his eyes only twinkled in delight when Louis accidentally slammed his cock against the back of his throat. 

Louis trembled under Harry’s touch, quivering when the other boy’s free hand roamed the inside of his thigh and worked its way upward, firmly positioning itself at the base of his shaft and intermittently tugging upward to assist Harry’s mouth. Louis moved his hands so that they ran up and down Harry’s back, running along the surface of his hot, sweaty skin. He thought he had explored all there was to explore on Harry’s body, but every contour his palms met represented new, unmarked territory that he silently reminded himself to conquer later. 

He was rocked back to reality when he felt Harry dipping lower and lower onto his cock, slowly taking as much of it as he could into his mouth. Louis involuntarily grunted as he felt himself hit the back of his throat, and even more so when he realized that Harry wasn’t stopping. He had hollowed out his cheeks to bring more of Louis inside, and his green eyes shot up to meet Louis’ as he managed to fit all of it without complaint. Louis stared in disbelief and in wild affection for the other boy; he was fucking impressive. 

Then he went back to normal sucking and licking down the side of his length. Louis wanted sweet release, if only to encourage Harry into performing other extraordinary feats of mastery. But the younger boy knew what he was doing, teasing Louis with light kisses that he pressed against the cock that he gripped tightly in one hand. Louis bit down hard on his lip, knowing that it would leave a bruise later. And when Harry began licking swirls and patterns onto his flesh, he couldn’t help himself from begging, 

“Harry…please…” 

And as if that was all that needed to be said, Harry bobbed down hard onto Louis’ dick, taking the entire thing eagerly. Instantly, pleasure rumbled from the far corners of Louis’ body, leaving goosebumps on his skin and shooting through his veins and filling his lower abdomen until the pressure became too intense to bear. Moments later, his hips snapped upward as he emptied into the back of Harry’s throat. The only indication that Harry knew what was happening was the soft moans of agreement as he swallowed willingly. 

Louis remained incapable of speech as Harry left light kisses along his abdomen and chest on his journey upward. He spread out next to the older boy, spent but happy. He patted Louis wearily on the arm, his eyelids fluttering. 

“Beautiful, Lou. Really, well done.” 

Louis snorted and immediately flipped over so that he straddled Harry, shooting him mischievous glances as he worked his way down. 

“Wait,” Harry began. “What’re you – ” 

“Your turn,” Louis said simply, taking Harry’s cock into his hand and giving it a playful kiss. 

Apparently, Harry was no better at controlling himself because ten minutes and several bucking hips later, he was shooting into the warm, wet mouth sucking him off, toes curling and voice stuttering as he moaned syllables that formed Louis’ name. 

They lay together for several minutes, their limbs dangerously close and almost resembling something that could be mistaken for cuddling. However, they knew their boundaries and kept enough of a distance between them that nothing ever meant more than it really was. But that didn’t keep them from looking at each other, not really sure of what to do next but rather certain that they didn’t want to break eye contact just yet. 

Finally, Louis sighed and looked up to the ceiling, wiping residual sweat from his brow. “Shame we never got around to the fucking part.” 

Harry chuckled scratchily. “Cute, Lou. You’re a natural charmer.”