a/n; hi this is another story as this book will be a compilation. I haven't written fan fiction in a while, so it will be pretty short, but I'm in a mood to write smut and we all need jesus so...
Get your holy water and I'll see you in hell.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer; I wrote this on my phone and it is not edited... You have been warned.

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Warnings; strong language / graphic language / cursing / sex
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"Fuck," Louis panted. He could feel sweat dripping down his back as he threw his head back. Fuck. It was a great word for multiple reasons at that moment. Because fuck he was not supposed to be doing this, here, with that person. And fuck because holy fuck - how could he not be doing this when it felt so good?

The small brunette looked down at his hands that curled up a bit against the abs they were resting on. All he could see was the glinstering naked skin of his own arms and his thighs that framed a very well build body. Just as he was debating to drop his upper body down and start kissing the chest and other areas that were in front of him, two hands grasped his hips and pulled Louis' body down. Louis' breath left him in the form of a gasp and his eyes widened; "Fuck!"

A cocky grin met him when Louis looked down and the pair of eyes that always look so innocently green like a forest during spring stared back almost completely engulfed in black due to the lust and passion between the two in a closed room of the apartment during the darkest hours of the night. Harry seemed to be enjoying himself and when Louis glared down at him, his smile grew and he rose up so he could pull the smaller of the two in for a messy kiss. Their mouth were open, moans and heavy breathing mixed together as their tongues met and explored each others mouths as if it was the first time that they had been in this position. They fell back with Louis resting on Harry's chest and the latter moved his hands to the other's ass. After a quick slap on the cheeks and some groping for good mesure, Harry used his grip on them to thrust harder into the smaller man. He absolutely loved hearing the moans grow in volume with each thrust. The jerking of Louis body, his unashamed cursing and groaning, how his fingers digged into Harry's skin because the feeling was just too much, but never enough. It was addicting.

If Harry was honest; he would say that sex with Louis was the best he ever had. He had been with a few sexual partners, but this gorgeous being on top of him had been able to surpass all those experiences without even trying. Sex with Louis was fun at times; filled with laughter and bickering and other times - when Louis intentionally pushed him too far - he would tie the pretty blue eyed boy up and fuck him senseless until they were both a sweaty and sticky mess and he would have to apologise to his neighbours profusely afterwards. Harry had to stop his mind from thinking back to all the moments he had Louis tied up and ready - otherwise he would shoot his load and their current fun would be over too soon.

Harry stilled his movements and kissed Louis' forehead, "Stay like this." A weak noise followed as confirmation though a whine soon followed as Harry pulled out, but Louis didn't protest when Harry laid him face-down on the bed and aligned himself again when he got behind. A grunt came from both of them when Harry entered Louis again in one swift movement. Harry loved bein able to fuck Louis from behind. He loved seeing the man's small back arched and he almost could help himself when he saw Louis' mouth hang open, helplessly panting while his hands grabbed hold of the sheets to somehow help him process all of the things he was feeling. Harry wanted his view painted on a canvas. But now was not the time to admire how sexy a person could be. Harry put his hands on the small of Louis' waist and pulled the man as close as humanly possible; a high-pitched yelp and the moan that followed right after were his reward for suddenly going deeper. So how could Harry not fuck hard and deep after that kind of reaction?

The noises that filled the room were immoral. Skin slapping on skin, the wetness of lube and spit that helped lessen the friction, a string of cursed mixed with moans and "Harry! Fuck, ah- fuck, Haz-"

Their movements became faster, more rigid and Harry desperately tried to chase his own pleasure while he still minded Louis'. One of his hands was jerking Louis off in sync with the jerking of their bodies, but it became increasingly difficult to keep his mind focused on both as Harry felt himself nearing the edge. Thankfully Louis came first and when his muscles squeezed together, Harry lost all the little self-control he had and emptied himself inside of the blue eyed brunet.

6.30am

Louis opened one eye from where he was on the bed underneath Harry. It had been nearing midnight when they came to the apartment, so how in the world did time move this fast? Louis wiggled his butt and felt Harry fall out together with the sticky substance that he would have to wash out as soon as possible. Contrary to Louis who still had energy, Harry was as good as dead when he rolled over.

"Stay," he mumbled, "Sleep with me here."

A smile formed on Louis' lips. He adored the man who laid there exhausted after he had given everything he got in him to Louis. But was that really enough to stay the night and allow himself close? Enough to allow himself to be in Harry's embrace and have the warmth and tenderness he knew he would get? The smile grew softer.

"See you next time, Harry. Good night"