https://archiveofourown.org/works/31144037
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Louis: Hey can you call H in a few minutes? Wanna try smth ;)
Zayn: This is something kinky isn't it.
Louis: Do you really want an answer to that?
Zayn: You're depraved.
Louis: I know ;)
Louis: So call him?
Zayn: do i have a choice?
Louis: nope, thanks!
Zayn: twat
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Louis grins at his phone, squeezing Harry's hip lightly, shifting slightly. Harry's breath catches and a shiver travels down his spine. Louis' thumb rubs into the skin of Harry's hip and Louis shifts his attention to the tv in front of them.
Harry moves a little, leaning further back against Louis, letting out a small sound as it changes the angle that the tip of Louis' cock brushes against his prostate.
"Y'good baby?" Louis murmurs in his ear, loving the way Harry shudders.
"Mhm, fine," Harry replies, staring at the television. Friends is playing on the screen, but neither of them are paying much attention. They never do when they do this. Harry's distracted by the cock up his arse and Louis is distracted by Harry. It's a never ending string of small sounds and miniscule adjustments, trying to get used to Louis filling him up.
The first time they tried it, Harry began riding him within minutes. Now, they've been like this for two episodes and Harry's gotten progressively squirmier. He's close to tipping over, and that's why Louis decided to make his move. It's another step, a progression to what Louis really can't wait to try with his boy. He's just gotta take his time, build up to it.
He feels a jump in his veins when Harry's phone starts buzzing.
"Gonna answer that?" Louis asks after a moment.
"Oh. Um. Yeah- yeah," Harry replies, hissing a little as he reaches to grab his phone. "It's Zayn."
"Go ahead babes," Louis encourages. Harry seems unsteady as he accepts the call and lifts the phone to his ear.
"Hi Zayn," Harry says, his voice just a tad higher and a bit breathier than normal. "What's um- what's up?"
Louis doesn't hear Zayn's reply, just garbled speech through the phone.
"Oh, the psych assignment! Yeah I was working on that a little while ago. What's confusing you?"
Louis grips Harry's hips tighter and Harry breathes in sharply.
"Yeah, no I'm fine- Lou and I are just watching a show."
Garbled reply.
"Um, Friends."
Louis shifts a little, getting into a better position.
"The episode where Phoebe- oh! " Harry gasps suddenly as Louis lifts him up quickly and yanks him back down on his cock. "Um- Phoebe thinks that cat is- is her mom."
Louis holds Harry's hips firmly in place and begins moving him in circles, fucking up into him shallowly. Harry's breaths quicken and he falls back against Louis' chest, head resting on his shoulder.
"Chandler is um-" Harry lets out a high sound at a particularly sharp thrust against his prostate and Louis smirks, feeling Harry tremble. "He's- he and Joey got robbed."
Louis takes advantage of Harry's position, mouthing at his neck and sucking a dark bruise into his skin as Harry whimpers.
"I'm- no, I'm fine, fine. Louis' just um- he's being a menace."
Louis drives up into Harry, pulling him down at the same time and Harry moans.
"Yeah I'll uh- I'll do that."
"Keep talking baby," Louis orders quietly, nipping at his earlobe. Harry whines softly.
"So- uh- what're, what're you up to?" he asks breathlessly as Louis lifts him up and down, fucking him slowly but deeply.
"Hm, say hi to Gigi for me," Harry pants into the phone, one hand gripping Louis' bicep.
Louis peppers kisses up his neck, rolling Harry's arse back against him, drilling into Harry even deeper.
" God ," Harry chokes out. "No I'm- 'm fine, keep going."
Louis grins against the skin of Harry's neck. That part was for him. Louis isn't surprised; given the rock hard state of Harry's cock, Louis is pretty positive he's getting off on this more than Louis is. Louis slams up into Harry suddenly, punching a moan out of him.
"Louis-"
Louis smirks and moves one hand up to wrap his fingers around Harry's thoat, squeezing lightly.
" Fuck , Lou," Harry gasps, limp as Louis starts fucking him harder, lifting him up and slamming him back down on his cock. The slap of skin is so loud now Zayn has to be able to hear and Harry is shaking at the thought, uncontrollable sounds tumbling from his lips.
"That's not my name, Harry," Louis growls, compressing his fingers around Harry's neck. Harry moans helplessly, pliant in Louis' lap, Louis bouncing him on his cock and choking him.
"God, Daddy ," Harry moans, head rolling back against Louis' shoulder.
"Right, that's my cue, have fun freaks," Louis hears Zayn say through the phone.
"Say bye baby," Louis directs.
"Bye," Harry pants, and then the phone is dropping out of his hand, falling to the couch. Harry grips Louis' biceps tightly, moaning louder now that he's not on the phone. He's panting and bright pink, from embarrassment or lust, Louis can't tell.
"Daddy, Daddy, fuck ," Harry gasps, rolling his hips down and forcing Louis deeper. "I can't- fuck - can't believe we just did that, god -"
"So good for me baby, trying to keep in all your pretty little sounds, just for me to hear, yeah?"
Harry whimpers, clenching around Louis. "Just for you Daddy," he agrees.
Louis grips Harry's hip, stopping his circular, rocking motion. "Stop"
" Daddy ," Harry whines.
"Gonna fuck you, babe, c'mon. Off."
Harry lets out a choked cry but lets Louis lift him off his cock, whining at the loss. Louis moves them, turning to lie against the arm of the couch. He lifts Harry up and manhandles him until he's facing forward, looking down at Louis, hands braced on his chest.
Louis grins up at him and then slowly lowers him back down, impaling Harry once more on his cock. Harry's mouth opens in a perfect O, eyelashes fluttering shut. Louis pulls him down until he's fully seated down in Louis' lap.
"Go on then baby," Louis says, voice rough. Harry's eyes open and find his. "Ride me just how you like, so good.."
Harry's eyes blow wide and then a determined look comes across his face. He shifts a little, adjusting. And then he presses his hands into Louis' chest and rises up until he's almost completely off Louis before dropping back down, moaning at the sensation as Louis groans. Harry circles his hips and lifts back up, repeating the action.
Harry picks up his pace until he's riding Louis desperately, head thrown back and moaning uncontrollably. He bounces in Louis' lap, screwing down, impaling himself deeply on Louis' cock. His thighs start to tremble and his moves turn sloppy, desperate. His moans turn whiny and anguished, not finding the satisfaction he craves on his own.
"Daddy," Harry whimpers, on the verge of tears.
"What baby, what do you need?" Louis asks, fingers digging into Harry's hips.
"Can't- fuck Daddy-"
" Words , Harry," he snaps.
"Please, fuck me, god , please," Harry begs, barely able to lift himself off Louis' cock, just grinding down against him, almost sobbing in desperation. Louis grins and in one smooth movement, flips them so Harry's on his back, legs wrapped around Louis' waist. Louis doesn't give him a second to adjust, slamming deep into him.
Harry yells at the change of angle, heels digging into Louis' lower back. Louis moves one hand to Harry's throat, choking him roughly as he pounds into him ruthlessly.
"So fucking good, babe," Louis praises, panting as he drives into Harry again and again.
Harry isn't capable of forming a reply anymore, a moaning wreck beneath Louis. His legs hold around Louis tightly, pulling Louis closer with every thrust.
"Daddy- 'm close," Harry chokes out.
"Gonna cum untouched, hm?" Louis taunts, slamming against Harry's prostate with each thrust. "Gonna cum just from Daddy's cock? Like my good boy? Zayn hearing you get fucked got you all worked up, yeah babe?"
" God ," Harry moans loudly.
"Come on baby," Louis orders, thrusting roughly, deep into Harry. "Cum for me."
Louis squeezes his fingers tighter around Harry's throat. "God, you're gonna love when we do this around actual people, aren't you? Such a fucking whore for this, want everyone to see how good Daddy fucks you, don't you?"
"Fuck! " Harry cums with a shout, shooting across his own chest. Louis is close behind, slamming all the way into Harry and cumming deep inside him with a groan.
They stay like that, connected and panting, for a few moments, both coming down from their orgasms. Louis gently eases out of Harry and Harry winces at the emptiness. Louis moves to get something to clean them off, but Harry grabs at him, pulling him back down until Louis is suspended above him, held up by his forearms on either side of Harry's head. Their lips meet in a searing, hungry kiss, Harry whining beneath him.
"God, baby," Louis groans when they come up for air.
"That was- um-"
"You liked that, huh?" Louis pets a hand down Harry's side. "Liked Zayn hearing what I do to you?"
" Fuck ," Harry whispers, closing his eyes, a shiver running down his spine. "Yeah."
"Bet you're gonna love it even more when we do it in person," Louis murmurs, winking and sliding off the couch. Harry gapes at him as he walks away. Louis pauses at the door to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at Harry. "You gonna come shower or what?"
Harry is so so deeply gone. And he fucking loves it.