Word Count: 1100

Edited

Summary: Louis sits on Niall's face while he puts his socks and shoes on.

Warnings: asphyxiation kink(breath play), facesitting, bottom!Louis, top!Niall, quickie, face riding 

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"Louis!" Niall called.

Louis looked up from his button on his jeans to face Niall, who was now standing in the doorway of his room.

"Hurry up, we have to go!"

Louis rolled his eyes, and walked over to his dresser to get out his socks from his drawer.

Then, he went to his door where he kept his shoes next to.

When he turned around, he saw Niall laying on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Niall, that's where I always sit to put my shoes on," Louis whined.

"Then sit here, Lou," Niall replied, laying his hands on his chest and bent his knees up.

Louis stared at him in confusion, "I can't sit there if your head is in the way, dumbass."

Then, he flushed in realization, when he realized what Niall was implying.

Louis and Niall had fooled around before, when neither of them could find a girl after to get off with, or if they were too lazy to find one. But all of their activities were very vanilla.

"Of course you can, Louis!" Niall said cheerfully, "You know it as well, according to the porn videos you've been watching lately."

Louis choked on the air, looking at Niall, "W-What do you mean, Niall?"

He knew damn well what Niall was implying.

"Oh you know, all of those porn videos I found in your history about facesitting."

Louis blushed like mad, looking at Niall uncertainly.

"I'm mad at you for going through my laptop, but am also very thankful for you not judging me," he admitted, and as a second though, added, "and for letting me use you to test out this kink."

Niall chuckled, "no problem, Lou. Now come over here and sit on my face."

Louis laughed, despite his nervousness and immediate arousal from just that single sentence.

"How do I know you won't run out of oxygen?"

"I've been practicing holding my breath - discretely of course, so I could be around people in case I passed out - so you don't have to worry about that. But if I do need to breath, I'll grab onto your hip."

Louis nodded, looking at Niall's suddenly very pleasant looking nose, "what if I hurt your face?"

"Pull your pants down, it will be less harsh on me if you don't have jeans on."

Louis blushed even more, but did as told, pulling his pants, and underwear, down to his knees.

"Just while I put on my socks and shoes?" He asked, already forming a semi.

Niall nodded, rubbing at his own semi, visible through his tight jeans.

Louis nodded, before he set his socks and shoes next to Niall's face, before turning around.

Niall helped guide him down onto him.

"Hold your breath, doll," Louis muttered quietly.

He shivered at the feeling of Niall's nose against his hole, breaching his rim just barely.

"You okay?" He asked once his full weight was on Niall.

Niall tapped Louis' back twice, implying that he was, in fact, okay.

So Louis hurriedly went to work of putting his socks on, grinding his hips down ever so slightly against Niall's face.

He looked behind him, to see that Niall was rubbing himself through his pants.

Louis felt so much better now, knowing that Niall was into this just as much as he was.

He hurriedly untied his shoes, slipping them onto his feet, grinding down a little quicker, Niall's nose catching on his hole.

He tied the laces, nice and tight, double notting them.

When he went to stand up, Niall grabbed onto his thighs, only being able to get one large breath of air in before he was pulling Louis's ass back onto his face.

Louis moaned loudly, freely riding Niall's face now, gripping the strands of blonde hair, pulling his face into his arse even more.

He looked behind him as Niall pulled his hard dick out of his pants, stroking it hard and quick with one hand, the other rubbing over Louis' thigh softly.

Louis was unabashedly moaning as he rode Niall's face into the matress, his toes curling inside of his shoes in arousal.

Just the thought about it being Niall's face he was getting off against was making him reach his climax embarresingly quickly.

But when he felt Niall shift under him, he looked behind him, and saw Niall spilling over onto his hand and stomach.

That made Louis cum untouched, crying out as he gripped Niall's hair tightly, his legs quivering and cumming onto his stomach, his own dick, and Niall's hair.

He breathed heavily, having blacked out for a second at the intensity of his orgasm, and fell back onto Niall.

Niall, upon being released from Louis' grip, gasped a breath of air into his lungs, breathing harshly as he stroked Louis' thighs, that were bracketing his head in, soothingly.

Louis' softening cock fell against the side of Niall's face, smearing it with cum, but they were both too blissed out to care.

Niall's lungs were burning so hard, but he loved it.

"You alright, Ni?" Louis asked, sitting up to look at Niall's face that was still between his legs.

Niall nodded, smiling up at Louis, "that was amazing."

Louis laughed, sitting up before be turned around, kneeling onto then floor, leaning down to kiss Niall passionately.

"Guys we-" Louis and Niall turned to look at the doorway, seeing a shocked Zayn standing there, taking in the sight before him.

"Nevermind," he muttered, embarrased, "just, hurry up before we leave without you two."

He left quickly.

Louis turned back to Niall, before they both burst out laughing.

They helped clean each other up, Niall pulling Louis' pants back up and doing them up correctly, Louis slipping Niall back into his own pants before doing them up.

They washed off with a wet wash cloth, and then dashed out of the house to the car where everyone else was now waiting.

"So," Louis whispered into Niall's ear as their driver began pulling out of the driveway, "that's a kink of yours, too?"

Niall nodded, "of course it is, anyone would be blessed to be able to say that Louis Tomlinson's ass sat on their face."

Louis blushed, punching Niall on the arm, while Niall cackled loudly, receiving weird looks from the others.

He didn't care, though. All he cared about was Louis' humongo arse that was so soft and warm.