Won't Let Go | Larry Stylinson Mpreg

Sixteen

Harry shook his head. "God, I just sound like a whiny baby."

"It's okay, love. It's just the pregnancy," Louis reassured, rubbing his back soothingly. "Do you want me to give you a shower?"

Harry nodded his head, suddenly craving the feeling and care he got when Louis showered him. He was so gentle, so loving. The only times that Louis ever offered to do such things was when Harry was extremely upset or sad about something. It was a lot different than when they showered together in a sexual setting.

After both of them undressed, they got into the shower. Harry felt so self-conscious being naked with a bulged out stomach, especially when he was next to his fit fiance. The rational part of him knew that Louis didn't think any differently of him because of his size and knew Louis would love him if he were obese anyway. But the part of him that was going through the hormones was so scared that Louis was thinking about how ugly he was with the faint stretch marks he had and the fact that his tattoos looked warped. He used to be comfortable being naked, but now he was completely against it.

When he got into the shower, he turned so he wasn't facing Louis because of his anxieties. He shut his eyes as the warm water cascaded over him and Louis hands started to massage his shoulders. Harry couldn't help but let his neck fall back at the relaxing sensation. It had felt like ages since his back was in order. Well, it had been. Ever since he found out about his pregnancy was when he stopped having his back adjusted.

Louis' hands gently - but firmly - started to move their way down to the small of Harry's back. Louis wasn't giving a full out massage, but rather was just pressing his fingers into Harry's skin. As his hands worked their magic, Harry's breath caught in his throat, which caused for a slight moan to escape his throat. A feeling of need washed over Harry then, his body suddenly becoming hot and bothered. It took him a minute to recollect what the experience was but then realized what was happening when he felt his member twitching against his thigh.

Without a second thought, Harry whipped around and crashed his lips against a surprised Louis. Part of him was telling him to stop, but the other half of him couldn't physically stop. He needed Louis.

Louis broke apart from him, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. "Are you sure?"

Harry responded by dropping to his knees and wrapping his lips around the head of Louis' cock. He couldn't believe that he was going to have sex with Louis after denying him for so long because he feared that Indie would be bothered by it. Though, he didn't care. His self-consciousness about his stomach completely left him and was taken over by lust. He had never been that desperate for Louis before, so he figured that his frustration was to its boiling point and the massage brought it to a head.

Harry was pumping Louis' cock while also bobbing his head back and forth, swirling his tongue over the slit every so often. He knew that it was driving Louis mad due to the heavy breathing and moans occurring above him. His hands tangled into Harry's long hair, tugging it just hard enough to make Harry cum almost then and there.

"Bed," Harry panted, popping off of Louis' cock.

The two of them got out of the shower, both of their bodies dripping with water. Louis hoisted Harry up and Harry wrapped his legs around Louis' waist. They stumbled into the bedroom, Louis being careful with Harry because of the precious cargo between them. Louis laid him down on the bed genty, their lips never breaking as he hovered over the top of him. Harry's hands were going mad and was sure that he was leaving crescent marks from his nails in Louis' back.

Louis broke away. "Are you positive? I don't want to force you into it."

"Fuck, Lou. Quit asking questions and just ravish me," Harry demanded, not meaning to sound as desperate and harsh as he had come across.

Louis chuckled and began kissing down Harry's bare torso, his lips tickling the surface of Harry's skin. It was weird when he had stopped as soon as he got to Harry's protruded baby bump, but he knew why and immediately pushed the thought of being pregnant out of his head. Soon enough, Louis' tongue was teasing Harry's entrance, causing for long and deep moans to escape Harry. That was definitely a feeling that Harry had missed in his time of abstinence.

Harry was writhing on the bed, not used to the high levels of pleasure that was flowing through his veins. Louis was being gentle with him, as he usually was. Harry was aching for him. He didn't realize just how sexually deprived he was. He knew that he was going to cum in no time since it had been so long since he'd had sex, but he knew that Louis didn't mind nor did Harry himself. He just wanted his craving to be fulfilled and he knew that Louis just wanted to be intimate with him, even if it was just for a short time.

"God dammit, fuck me," Harry panted, practically begging his dominant fiance.

The cold air hit Harry's hole, causing a shiver to run up his spine. The warmth was regained when pressure was put on his entrance before it was penetrated. Harry let out a breathless yelp at the sensation. It didn't hurt, but he definitely didn't feel as though he was stretched enough, even if Louis had worked on him for a good bit.

"You okay, baby?" Louis asked, his voice low and husky.

Harry nodded with a squeak. "Just fuck me."

He felt Louis push into him further, but was slow about it. As much as Harry loved when Louis was slow and intimate with him, he wanted it fast, rough, and if it called for it - messy. Not being able to find the words, Harry made gestures to Louis, encouraging to go faster. Louis did as per Harry's request, pumping in and out of him in a fast and sensational rhythm. Harry felt his loins tightening the more Louis fucked him.

"Cumming!" was all that Harry could get out before his dick began spurting the thick white liquid all over the both of their naked bodies.

Louis pumped a few more times before letting out a hearty moan and Harry felt him filling him up. Louis slowed down significantly, letting all of his cum empty out. He pulled out and collapsed next to Harry on the bed, the two of them panting like they had just run a marathon.

"I'm sorry," Harry breathed.

"For what?" Louis responded, just as breathless.

"For cumming so quickly," Harry continued.

"Love, I'm just grateful that we could be intimate again. I don't care if it lasts five minutes or three hours. As long as I'm with you, it's just as satisfying and beautiful," Louis told him, sweeping a strand of hair off of Harry's sweaty forehead.

Harry couldn't help but smile. "I love you so much."

"I love you more than that," Louis told him, propping himself up and leaning his head in so their lips could meet. "Let me clean you up."

Louis got out of the bed and waltzed into the bathroom, Harry not being able to take his eyes off of his voluptuous bum. He came back with a wet washcloth and crawled over Harry, straddling his legs as he softly whisked the cloth over Harry's torso, wiping off the liquids. He then took to himself, wiping his abdomen off.

"Let me just say that I haven't seen you cum that hard since our first time together," Louis smirked. "I didn't think I made you that frustrated."

Harry felt his cheeks heat up. "It's the hormones."

"Sure it is, love," Louis chuckled.

"Don't get used to it. The next time we fuck will be after Indie's born. She's been traumatized enough," Harry warned.

"Hm, I suppose I could wait. I mean, you're talking to the one that was willing to go a complete nine months without sex, so I think you're the one that's going to need to have some self control," Louis taunted.

Again, Harry's cheeks heated. He wasn't embarrassed so much as he was guilty for it. Though he didn't care. Despite him feeling fat and disgusting without his clothes on, Harry felt beautiful after that. The one person that mattered most to him still thought he was beautiful and still loved him and still wanted to have sex with him. Harry couldn't ask for anymore than that.

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