He suddenly launches himself at me, and I'm not ready for those lips to be against mine. I gasp, immediately pressing him back into the wall, making him groan from how hard he hits it. I frantically move my lips against his, hot and wet. My hands grip into his hair, pulling to gain a reaction, and he moans. I've never heard Louis moan, my cock now straining in my jeans.
I'm abruptly flipped around, Louis cupping at my chin, apparently desperate to gain control, holding it still as he bites into my lower lip and pulling. The whine I make is honestly quite embarrassing, but what is worse as he lets go of my lip is remembering he has a girlfriend.
"Eleanor." I breathe, struggling to push him away now I have him this close.
He shushes me. Fucking shushes me.
He immediately moves back in again, stealing my lips and pressing me back into the wall. Our lips work hard and desperately, and I never knew how good he would taste.
My hands move to touch his body, needing so much more. He grabs at my wrists, roughly bringing them either side of my head, my mouth exhaling my shock into his.
He presses his body into me, like he needs me to feel his erection, and I moan feeling his cock against mine.
He bites and kisses down my chin, which I never imagined he would in my crude fantasies, and I cock my head, breathing hard, letting him. He grinds into me, taking me off guard as a groan is ripped out of me.
"Not gonna come in your pants are you?" He says roughly, licking a stripe acrosss my jaw. "I won't count that as one."
He grinds into me again as if to reinstate his words. I don't know how to react, throwing my head, Louis moving in to kiss my neck.
"Pretty receptive, H."
He gently presses his teeth, making me moan quite loudly, but it's obvious he wanted that.
"You want everyone to hear you, Haz?" He does it again gently, making me make the same sound. "I think you want me to make you come in your pants, so everyone knows what you've done."
Fuck. Why is he being dirty? This isn't fair. I'm dreaming.
I whine when he grinds into me again.
Okay, I might possibly not be dreaming.
"I don't want you to come here," He says, slowly increasing the pressure between our bodies. "I'd rather you came in my mouth."
"Fuck."
My mind is a blur of expletives and praises to the Lord.
"You want that?" He presses his lips into my neck again, with me frantically nodding. "Not here. Come on."
I get pulled away, nearly passing out at the sight of Louis. I should talk him into stopping but I can't, right now he's mine.
I get tugged towards the direction of mine and Liam's flat, not looking back. We move quickly and by the time we reach the building, my chest in pounding. I can't believe this is happening.
The lift calls and Louis tugs me in, turning around to see if I still want this. I must give off the right look because he slaps the button quickly, pushing me back into the nearest wall.
Our lips meet again, and like before I try to touch him. He links his fingers through kind, pressing my hands either side of my head again. The fact he isn't letting my touch him is so frustrating, a pathetic whine falling from my mouth. The tension builds, heating up and my excitement is clearly through the roof.
I should be feeling guilty, I could let him go back.
"I should let you go, you know," He says like he knows what I just thought, pulling back to nip at my chin. "Should let you go up alone. But I cant stand the idea of you playing with yourself tonight. I want it all."

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FanfictionHarry is gay. Louis is straight and has a girlfriend. Well. At least that's what Harry thought, until Liam blabs his mouth about Harry's sex life and mentions that Louis is, in fact, bi. And after a strange turn of events, Harry finds himself int...