https://archiveofourown.org/works/7384381
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"Got such a nice ass, Lou." Harry mumbles, pushing a slick finger into Louis's tight hole. The latter moans lightly, just at the satisfaction of being finally touched. It's been a week, Harry being away on a business trip and Louis finally got a chance to meet him in the middle since they were more than ten hours apart. Harry reserved a suite at the fanciest hotel in town and treated them to an expensive fancy dinner. Louis hasn't complained once.
"Missed it a lot." Harry continues, slowly pumping his finger. Louis laughs a bit, looking over his shoulder at Harry who's completely focused on what's in front of him. His brows are pulled together, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. It's like he's putting all of his energy into making this reunion right.
"Dunno Haz, I liked the way your dick looked on the webcam."
That earns Louis a cheeky slap to his left cheek. He lets out a small gasp, more surprised than anything and wiggles his bum just for show.
"Little menace." Harry mutters, a grin on his face nonetheless. Louis's already a bit loose from the buttplug that he put in before his flight so Harry slicks up middle finger and adds it to his index finger inside of Louis. He watches Louis react from the slight curve of his back to his clenching rim and his curling toes. Louis sighs, pushing back gently on Harry's fingers as a silent thank you. He can feel the cool metal of Harry's rings against his skin every time his fingers are all the way in, his base knuckles resting against his rim and it causes every inch of his skin to prick with chills. Louis's thighs are already shaking a bit, Harry's long fingers already pressed against his prostate, sending shockwaves through his body. It's bearable now; after all he's had a plug in for the past eight or so hours.
"I really did miss you, baby." Harry pipes up; like he's concerned that Louis doesn't know that.
"I love you too, you sap," Louis grins. Next time you can tell me when you're not two fingers deep in my ass." Harry chuckles a bit and twists his fingers, making Louis squirm underneath him. The TV is on behind them and they're both still quiet enough that they can hear whatever is playing. There's something so soothing about the peaceful quiet, like they were at home again. However, Louis is focusing less on that and more on his cock that's leaking precome on the sheet and his tummy. Really, he's been leaking ever since the flight here but he's learned how to deal with it ever since Harry admitted his fascination almost a year ago.
"Can you flip over for me?" Harry asks, pulling his fingers out despite Louis's protest. Reluctantly, Louis flips over, his warm tummy exposed to the cooler air. Harry is climbing off the bed, and stumbling to his bag to get god knows what and Louis just watches lovingly. He missed the giant goofball tripping over his own feet and the curls that go all over the place when he's not paying attention and of course, his cock hard in his Calvin Kleins. Louis turns to the TV to get some distraction from his own cock still leaking on his tummy now. It's some shitty reality show but he recognizes it as something Harry would turn on, as background noise at home and suddenly there's a twinge of pain in his heart. It's only been one week but god he misses Harry.
"So I was reading up on some stuff," Harry starts as he climbs back onto the bed, whatever he's got hidden behind his back. Louis snaps his head away from Louis and back to Harry.
"You know when we talked about kinks and stuff awhile back and you said you wanted to try something?" Harry continues with a devious grin. Louis's a bit lost and he tries to think about exactly what Harry is thinking about which honestly could be a handful of things.
"Prostate massage?" Harry asks like it's as common as the sky is blue. Louis is shocked to say the least. He remembers seeing it in porn one time and brought it up while talking to Harry. He didn't think that they'd actually do anything like that but here Harry is, showing off the new toy he's been hiding behind his back with a smile like no other. He isn't going to say no.
"Yeah?" Louis breathes, sitting up on his elbows. Harry nods eagerly, getting down on his stomach between Louis's legs again. Louis is a bit nervous he has to admit. He's never seen a toy like that before or done anything like this before. But before he can think too much about it, Harry's palm is kneading at his hipbone as he places kisses just below his navel. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't have to to get Louis melting under his touch and into the mattress underneath him. Harry looks up, meeting Louis in the eye.
"You'll tell me if you don't want to right?"
Louis nods, "Yeah," his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. Harry flashes a smile that warms Louis's heart before returning to his work. He bought the toy at the sex shop a few blocks from the hotel since his flight got in before Louis's. It's made specifically for this and he might be a little bit more excited for this than Louis is, doubtful but maybe. He lubes up three fingers and Louis's hole before slipping them inside. Louis lets out a real moan this time and his cock blurts out more precome on his stomach. It's a bit of a stretch now, but the pleasure definitely rules out pain. Harry watches intently as he fucks Louis with his fingers a few more moments before slipping them out and wiping them on the towel that he brought over.
He reaches for the toy next, using a generous amount of lube to coat it before setting it at Louis's rim. He notices the way the boy's thighs are shaking a bit and he looks up to see that his eyes are already closed while he chews on his lower lip in anticipation.
"Just...use the safe word if you want me to stop, ok love?" Harry says, still holding the tip of the toy teasing at Louis's hole. He feels like he could implode, honestly. He's not close to the edge really but Harry is steadily pushing him. His hands are fisted in the soft white sheets underneath him and he can feel the sweat starting to form on his browridge and the back of his neck. He wishes Harry would Harry up a bit, just to see what it feels like but at the same time he doesn't think he's ready.
With a deep breath, Harry pushes in the toy. He tries to go slow but the way it's shaped makes it sink in a lot faster than he anticipated. There's a sharp gasp above him and his heart stops in his chest. For a minute, he positive that he's ruined all of tonight and their time together after a long week apart with another two weeks ahead. It takes him a few seconds to realize that Louis is rocking his hips down and another few to notice the loud moans tumbling past his lips and oh.
He grips Louis's thigh like he needs it to stay grounded and carefully watches his face. His eyes are squeezed shut, his chest heaving with every breath and Harry can't remember a time when he saw something more beautiful than Louis in bed. Without any thought, he's leaning up, a hand in the middle of Louis's chest just below the tattoo. He rests his forehead on Louis's and the latter has to go cross-eyed a bit to look at him.
"Does it feel good?"
Louis rolls his eyes and glares the best he can without his face twisting up in pleasure. There's a constant pressure on his prostate and it's so much more than his or Harry's fingers and the sensation is so strong that it's making the edges of his vision blur a bit.
"Y-yeah," he stammers. "Feels really good, H."
Harry grins and kisses him, a short, chaste kiss that leaves Louis wanting more but Harry wants something else. He knees his way back down to Louis's spread legs and grabs the base of the toy. He pulls it out a bit, experimenting and seeing what makes Louis tick. He glances at the boy's cock and almost feels bad. It's an angry red and leaking on his stomach but it makes his mouth water. Louis moans noisily above him as he pushes the toy back in. Harry smiles to himself, looking at the way Louis's tummy jumps with every new wave of sensation that courses through him. He's still holding on the base and lets Louis get a bit more comfortable before he's twisting it inside of him.
Harry is hurtling Louis's towards an orgasm now and he feels like he's about to come but there's something holding him back. He looks down at Harry, who's playing with the toy intently. He shouldn't be surprised. Harry is such a giver. There's a burning in the pit of his stomach and his cock is impossibly hard but it doesn't feel right. Harry's twisting it again pulling it out slowly just to shove it back in and it's all right against his prostate and he can't catch a break and he needs to come but he just cant. Louis remembers watching the porn videos and seeing how the men would come for a whole two minutes, watch their cocks drip out cum for an impossibly long period and now it's happening to him.
It's a mixture of the highest heaven and the deepest hell. His cock is leaking cum now, not just precome. It comes out in thick, slow streams, increasing every time Harry moves the toy around. Louis watches both horrified and amazed while Harry ogles at him. It's absolutely nothing like Louis has ever experienced before. He's coming, but there's nothing accompanying it, no brief seconds of pure bliss with just a few ropes of cum. Cum just keeps rolling over his cockhead, pooling on his stomach.
Harry is intrigued as he keeps moving the toy, now more rapidly, making sure to get the most stimulation for Louis as possible. He's in awe as he watches him, his skin covered in chills, his whole body shaking as he just keeps coming. He whimpers out something that sounds close the Harry's name, one of his hands slamming down on the sheets.
"Is it—fuck, is it too much?" Harry asks, his voice wavering. He can't take his eyes off of Louis's cock for more than a second to look up at him and make sure he's ok.
"It's so much, Haz." Louis whines, his hips bucking up as more cum flows from his tip when Harry gets the angle perfect. Harry is still a bit cautious. He arrives at the bittersweet realization that as long as Harry keeps that toy inside of him; he's going to keep coming. He can't breathe right and he's tying to regulate his gasps for air but it's a lost cause.
"M'barely even doing anything, Lou." Harry comments. Louis is trembling under his fingertips with crocodile tears forming at the corners of his eyes. There's so much cum on his belly that it's starting to drip off of his hip and onto the sheets below him. Harry makes a brief reminder to tip the cleaners extra. A lot extra.
"There's so much." Louis whimpers like he's unhappy with the situation but Harry knows better. He get's a wicked idea and before Louis can even process that he's off the bed, he's back again.
"What if I switch to the vibrator?"
Louis cries out, his cock even spurting a bit more cum and Harry takes that as a yes. He pulls out the toy gingerly and Louis howls at the loss. Harry's head snaps up and his thumb is instantly rubbing at Louis's thigh, reminding them of where they were. Louis nods solemnly, tucking his chin to his chest as fat tears roll down his face. Harry wants to wipe them off and kiss him until his lips are numb but he has to do this first.
He slicks up the dark blue vibrator, pushing inside of Louis. The boy turns to his head into the pillow and bites hard when Harry kicks up the vibrations to half speed already. He makes sure that the vibe is positioned as close to his prostate as possible before clicking it up a few notches. By now, Louis has tears running freely down his cheeks.
"S'too much, I-I can't, Hazza please." Louis cries, his whole body racking with sobs.
"You're okay, little love. M'not going anywhere." Harry reassures as he crawls up until he's face to face with Louis again. Louis believes every word that comes out of his mouth and hangs onto them like a lifeline. They're drenched in comfort and lust and Louis has never felt this way both physically and emotionally. He just gave complete control to someone else. Somebody who convinced him that he was going to be just fine with a vibrator pressing against his prostate and cum dripping out of his cock like there's no tomorrow. Harry cups Louis's wet cheek in his palm, using his thumb to wipe his tears to the best of his abilities. They're both still watching Louis's cock twitch as string after string of cum rolls out and it's the hottest thing that either of them have seen in a long time.
Louis can feel Harry's boner press into his hip as he curls up next to him, stroking his cheek with one hand and his hair with the other.
"Haz, fuck me." Louis demands through a moan. He looks up at the younger boy, tears till welling in his eyes from the immaculate pleasure and Harry thinks he's going to pass out. Louis is probably past his threshold of pain and pleasure but he's still asking for more. And he doesn't want Harry to lose the proud smile that's overtaking his face right now.
"Lou..." Harry starts up. He doesn't actually have anything to say because what can you say in a situation like this but he's so immensely proud of Louis right now that it's overwhelming all of his senses and his cock twitches in interest. Nothing sounds better than fucking Louis right now.
"M'okay just, fuck, just please." Louis begs. He lifts his hips up a bit, which inevitably makes the toy slip deeper inside of him. He throws his arm out to the side, his fingers clamping down on Harry's arm as fresh tears well in his eyes. Harry is a bit lost, frozen in his spot and it takes him a few moments of listening to Louis moan out beside him and watching him writhe on the mattress before he moves.
He slinks down to his rightful position between Louis's spread legs, a hand on his left thigh, the other turning down the vibration speed. Louis lets out loud, wet gasps and bring his knees up so his feet are flat on the bed. Harry flicks his eyes up at him to make sure that he's ok. After Louis gives him a weak nod, Harry pulls out the vibrator and sets it somewhere on the bed. He fixes his eyes on Louis's drooling cock as he pulls down his briefs and reaches for the lube. The bottle is slick in his hands and considerably lighter than when he picked it up for the first time tonight. He works a hand over himself, his thumb swiping over his slit until Louis lightly knocks a knee against his ribs.
"Ok...just, fuck, Louis." Harry mumbles, spreading Louis's knees and setting the tip of his cock at his rim.
"That's—kinda the p-point, H." Louis gasps.
Harry shakes his head because of course Louis is joking around right now with his tear-soaked cheeks and splotchy red skin. Of course he is. Harry can't think straight from how hard he is and how warm his heart feels right now. He makes the decision right there that he wants to spend the rest of his life with this boy and he's falling in love with him all over again. He butterflies in his stomach right now, the ones he felt the first time they had sex in the back of Louis's car. He feels his heart swelling the same way it does whenever he sees Louis do even the most common tasks like emptying the dishwasher or fixing himself a cup of tea in the morning. He feels the ache in his whole body when the idea of leaving him for another two weeks comes back into his brain and he almost starts to cry along with the boy underneath him. He feels completely and utterly in love.
"Harry."
He doesn't say anything, just simply nods before he's pushing past Louis's rim, the hand moving from the boys thigh up to his hip to steady himself as he sinks in all the way. It's barely a stretch after being opened on two toys but Louis is falling apart all over again.
"God you're so big." Louis groans. He can't breathe right, not enough air getting to his lungs despite the huge gasps of air. But he doesn't think about that right now because the only thing that matters is the fact the Harry is finally inside him. Harry doesn't take his time; he's too wound up for it. Each thrust knocks the air out of Louis's lungs and sends him further up the bed, he headboard knocking lightly against the wall but neither of them feels an ounce of guilt. Louis looks down to see his poor cock still sitting hard against his tummy and the waterworks start up again, this time full force. He's still leaking.
Harry looks down at Louis, his hips keeping the same, brutal tempo as his heart kicks wildly in his chest. He knows Louis is ok in a sense, the moans slipping out between every sob but he can't fathom what he's experiencing right now. Before he can think about it, he's running a hand through the mess on Louis's tummy, spreading it out even more, getting as far as his chest and Louis is sure that he's about to pass out.
"So much." Harry whispers, pushing his index finger briefly past Louis's lips. The boy sucks on it eagerly, licking off his own cum from Harry's long finger and whimpering as he pulls it away. Harry slams into Louis faster now, using his wet hand to wrap around Louis's hot cock. Louis lets out a sound that he's never heard himself make, like a mixture of a groan and whimper getting caught halfway in his throat.
"Baby boy." Harry exhales loudly, his hand working fast on Louis cock. He's about to come inside of his ass, his prefect bum that took two toys and his dick so well tonight, earning an endless amount of praise and unconditional love.
"Gonna come, Lou. You're being such a, fuck, such a good boy for me." Harry stammers, his hips falling into an uneven meter. It takes two more good thrusts before he's coming inside of Louis, soaking his hole even more than it already was, his hand still lazily working around Louis's cock. He's been hard for so long that the relief is incomparable.
Louis is moaning uncontrollably underneath him, almost shouting. Harry's syrupy brain is slowly but surely brought back into the real world as he watches Louis's back leave the bed completely, his wet face contorting into something Harry rarely sees and his legs crossing and locking behind Harry's back. Louis feels nothing but euphoria coursing through his veins and his brain blanks out for a few short seconds before the word Harry are flashing behind his eyelids.
Harry has no thought process before he's getting back on his stomach, lefting Louis's legs up in the air and gazing at his slick, pink hole. His cum is dripping out, Louis clenching weakly to keep some of it in and Harry's mouth absolutely waters. His tongue darts out to swipe at Louis's puffy rim, lapping up cum that's leaking down his perineum. Louis is too gone to care, just clenches his thighs around Harry's curls, his heels digging into his back. Harry uses languid strokes with his tongue to ease Louis and let cum flow out of his mouth onto his tongue. He can taste himself and the lube mainly but the subtle undertones of just Louis makes his flaccid cock twitch with excitement.
Once he's decided that he's gotten enough, he leans back up to kiss Louis, pushing his load into his awaiting mouth. The older boy's eyes widen in shock for a brief second before slipping shut again as he pushes it back in Harry's mouth before they both swallow. Louis honestly thinks this is the best sex they've had in a long time and his head is dizzy with it. All he can think about is the overwhelming love he has for Harry, such a palpable feeling whenever they're together.
It takes a few long minutes before they're both completely back. Harry's enveloped him in a bone-crushing hug that Louis can only be thankful for. He can smell Harry's apple-scented shampoo and it reminds him of home. He smells the faded, slightly minty cologne and the soft porcelain skin under his fingertips and that feels like home too. He hears the steady, heaving breathing that matches his own and that definitely sounds like home.
"We made a mess." Harry announces, stroking a hand through Louis's hair. The latter doesn't say anything but Harry can feel him smile against his chest.
"Think you came dry with that last one, darling." Harry continues and Louis buries his face further into his torso. Harry has his own smile playing on his lips as he traces the knobs in Louis's spine. This is something they can both mark off their bucket list. He thinks about the hotel room and how they might face fees for how messy they got the sheets and how they eventually have to figure out a way to sleep on the bed. He'll think about that later because right now, his boyfriend is back in his arms, and he's back at home.