smut warning

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It pained Louis how much he was allowing Liam to use him. He let him hold him, kiss him, tell him all these sweet nothings that would mean nothing minutes later. He wished he could stop it but at the same time he loved it. He loved having Liam's attention in this intimate way. He loved the way Liam felt when they kissed or when they touched.

It drove him insane.

Louis was pushed against the wall roughly, Liam's lips leaving wet kisses down his neck as he trailed his hands over Louis' bum, gripping it roughly. His lips move towards Louis' again, leaving a mark against his jawline.

Louis sucks in a breath, hands tightening against Liam's shoulders, shuddering at the feeling of their lips together. Liam suddenly pulls away, panting slightly. His lips ghosted over the smaller boys, their breaths mingling.

"This isn't gay, right?" He asks. Louis wants to slap him.

"Shut up and kiss me."

Liam doesn't respond, only crashes their lips together, lifting Louis up, letting the small boy wrap his legs around his waist.

"I want to...I want to try something." Liam whispers and Louis lets out a breathy laugh, wondering what's got him flustered. His laugh is cut short when Liam rolls his hips forward. Louis throws his head back, gasping.

"Oh fuck, d–do that again." The small boy whimpers, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping Liam's shoulders. The taller lad rolls his hips again, this time rougher, their clothed cocks hardening quickly.

Louis groans, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. His head feels light, sweat beading down his forehead and could he possibly be this turned on so quickly?

Liam continues to move his hips, grunting at the friction, lips biting at Louis' neck leaving an array of marks that he'll have to deal with later.

"Shit–fuck–Liam, God." Liam opens his eyes to find Louis with his eyes screwed shut, head leaning against the wall and his lips glossy and red from biting them.

"Look at me, fuck." Liam whispers. Louis' eyes fly open and Liam groans. He looks absolutely obscene with his blown out pupils.

"So pretty. Fuck, you're mine." Louis whimpers, nodding his head frantically. He grinds his hips down, trying to chase the release he's aching for.

"Yeah, yours. Li please. Make me come. Please." Louis whines, voice cracking at the end. Liam only continues to roll his hips agonizingly slow. Louis lets out a small noise of desperation, rutting his hips forward.

"So close, babe. Fuck you're so hot." The taller whispers, catching Louis' lips and kissing him senseless. The kiss is more of a mash of teeth and tongue but neither seem to mind.

Liam shifts forward a few more times, Louis' small noises becoming louder by the second. With one last thrust, Louis comes with a shout, Liam right behind him.

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Louis opens his eyes, bright light blinding him for a second before he recognizes his surroundings. He's in Liam's room. In his clothes. He sits up, scratching his stomach. He blushes when he remembers what happened yesterday. He smiles softly, grabbing Liam's jumper from the floor and slipping it on.

He smiles at how big it is on him, the sleeves falling past his hands. He gets up and walks downstairs, looking for Liam. He finds him in the living room talking on the phone.

Louis stays just out of vision and listens carefully. He knows it's bad to snoop but he wanted to know if Liam was talking about him.

"Yeah, babes, I'll be there soon." A pause, "No I'm not busy. Don't worry, just give me an hour."

Louis bites his bottom lip as he continues to listen.

"Okay, sure. I guess you can come over. Yeah, love you too babes." Louis' eyes widen and he turns around, running back into Liam's room and jumping on the bed.

He hears him walk up the stairs and making his way into the room. Louis fixes his hair quickly and acts as if he was just waking. Liam walks in and gives Louis a smile.

"Hey."

"Morning. So I was wondering, about yesterday—"

"Yeah about that. Can we act as if that never happened?" Liam asks. Louis' face falls and he gives the taller lad a confused expression.

"W–What? I—"

"Lou, I can't talk right now. Um, I have plans. Sorry. I'll text you, alright?" Louis frowns and bites his bottom lip.

"Oh...okay." Louis says, voice faltering a bit. He stands up, moving to leave when Liam stops him.

"Uh, can you leave the jumper?" Liam asks, tapping away on his phone. Louis looks down at the blue jumper and silently takes it off. He grabs his dirty clothes from yesterday and walks out without another word.

He feels completely humiliated and used. How could Liam do that? How could he just toss him aside as if he meant nothing. Sure, yesterday was a bit unexpected but was it a mistake? Did they take things too far? He looks back at Liam's house only to find a girl getting out of her car and then Liam walking out only to kiss her lips quickly.

Louis looks away and continues to walk, ignoring the tube. He walks for a half an hour, moping in his sadness. He was such a fool, such a fool to think that whatever Liam and him were doing left any feelings whatsoever.

He doesn't cry while he's walking. He doesn't cry when he sees Liam updating his Instagram with pictures of him and that girl. He doesn't cry when he gets home to find it empty.

He sits on his bed, running a shaking hand through his hair, and tugging at the ends. He slips off his shoes and Liam's clothes, throwing it into a pile in the corner. He lies down in a new pair of boxers, curling into himself.

He finally cries.

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Liam you lil bitch