(A/N: Smut warning)

"You two aren't coming to the court meeting," Harry's manager said in a matter of fact voice.

"But why!" Harry cried frustratedly, "I want to be there to hear what's happening with the stuff going on with me, and my boyfriend!"

Harry and his management had been arguing all morning about the court hearing happening later that day, all five people gathered in Harry's room.

Louis was sitting in the bed, chewing at his nails with tear filled eyes, gaze pointed down at the sheets while Harry and his management talked.

"Enough, Harry. I will not be having this conversation anymore. We've been here an hour already, I will not be wasting anymore time, and I will not be taking this disrespect from you. Now shape up! I have sacrificed so much bullshit for you, Harry. This is partially your fault for not telling us there was a bitch following you around! That's something you should tell us about, Harry!"

"But it's the security guards' jobs to make sure we're safe! So that's your fault for not hiring people who do their job correctly!"

His manager had never looked angrier.

"You will not second guess my way of doing things ever again, you hear me, Harry?"

His voice was now calm. But it was the only time Harry was actually scared of his manager throughout this 'meeting.'

Harry sighed in defeat, his whole body slouching.

"Fine," he murmured.

He hung his head, letting his arms fall at his sides.

"Good. Now, I don't want another peep from you and your boyfriend today, got it?"

Harry didn't respond, he waited for everyone to leave, before the dam broke.

He started heaving out cries.

From frustration, humiliation, anger, sadness, overwhelmed with everything.

His shoulder shook and his knees felt weak.

He buried his face in his hands, sobbing violently.

He just wanted to be held.

He needed a distraction.

He felt small arms wrap around him, small hands pressing into his stomach and his chest.

And he felt Louis press his head against his back.

"Let it out, baby. I hate how they treat you, and I'm so sorry I can't do anything about it."

Louis' voice was quiet, and even through Harry's hysteric mind, he knew Louis was holding back tears, too.

Turning around, Harry held onto Louis tightly, crying into his shoulder.

Louis held him.

And Harry calmed down.

And as soon as he was able to breath again without hiccuping from lack of air, he pressed their lips together. hard.

Louis gasped into the unexpected kiss, but kissed Harry back immediately, nonetheless.

But after a minute of hard kissing - of clashing tongues and wet noises and lips swelling - Louis pulled Harry away from his mouth by grabbing his shoulders, steadying the man.

"What was that for?" He asked breathlessly.

Harry surged forward again, kissing Louis for a few seconds, before pulling away a fraction, breathing against Louis' lips.

"Fuck me," He pleaded, "Please, Louis, fuck me hard."

Louis was sucking in a breath again, surprised at how submissive and desperate Harry was.

But he was nodding, nodding a little too eagerly.

Harry quickly started taking off his clothes, already hard.

He needed to forget about everything for a little while, and Louis was going to give him that distraction for as long as he needed.

Because, Louis was also so sick of everything. He needed this, too.

"Easy, tiger," Louis teased, watching how quick Harry had gotten undressed and then had basically leapt onto the bead, sticking his bum in the air as he looked at Louis pleadingly.

Louis bit his lip, eyes raking over Harry's body, and it made Harry shiver with want.

Louis quickly discarded his clothes, setting them on the floor with Harry's, before climbing up onto the bed behind Harry.

"Open me, Lou," Harry begged.

"Don't have anything I can use as lube."

"Use your spit," Harry whined. 

Louis spread Harry's cheeks, and Harry moaned when Louis spat directly on to his hole, it fluttering in response.

Then, Louis began massaging the ring of muscle around it, causing Harry to arch his back.

It had been a bit since he bottomed.

And even when he was bottoming, he was usually still somewhat dominant.

But this time, he wanted Louis to take care of him.

"How many fingers do you want, love?" Louis asked, barely letting his first knuckle of his middle finger breach Harry's rim.

"O-One," Harry responded.

"You sure?" Louis asked, "I might hurt you when I go in. One might not stretch you enough, sweetheart."

"I want it to hurt, just, please, Lou, hurry and finger me."

So Louis did.

He pushed the rest of his middle finger in slowly, causing Harry to wine and wiggle his butt toward Louis, trying to get him to hurry up.

"Eager, huh?" Louis teased, smacking one of Harry's cheeks playfully.

"Jus' need you in me already, Lou," Harry moaned.

"Thought I was small?"

Harry laughed, "You're not. You're really not at all, Lou. That was months ago I told you that."

"It did turn me on."

"Me degrading you?"

"Mhmm."

Louis pulled his finger out, spitting on his hand before slicking up his dick.

"You have a degrading kink, Louis?" Harry asked.

"Like when you call me a slut. Or a whore," Louis admitted, before abruptly slamming into Harry before the man had a chance to respond.

Harry moaned, his back arching and his fingers digging into the pillow.

"How's that feel, baby?" Louis asked, running his hand down Harry's back, leaning down to kiss his back dimples.

"It stings," Harry moaned, "move."

Louis chuckled, moving his hips to thrust in and out of Harry, grabbing his ass in his hands, holding Harry's cheeks apart so he could go deeper.

"Your arse is bigger than any arse I've seen before, Haz," Louis commented.

Harry's cheeks flushed, "Be quiet."

Louis began thrusting harder into Harry, pounding into him at a quick speed.

Harry's face fell into the pillows, his moaning loud and constant.

Louis held onto Harry's hips, helping guide them forward to meet his thrusts, slamming into Harry.

He lifted Harry's hips slightly, which caused him to hit Harry's prostate dead on.

Harry could feel tears springing up in his eyes, overwhelmed with the pleasure, completely forgetting about the shit going on around them.

"Like that?" Louis grunted.

Harry could only nodded.

"Be careful of that pillow, love. It could suffocate you."

Harry turned his face to the side, panting heavily as his whole body was moved, Louis' hands on his hips, gripping them so tight they'd probably bruise.

"Wanna suck you off, Haz. Don't cum."

Harry whined at that.

"Close though, Haz," Louis added.

A few thrusts later, Louis was cumming deep inside Harry, riding out his thigh.

When he pulled out, he released his grip on Harry's hips, kissing them multiple times to soothe them, before he was turning Harry around.

Harry was impossibly hard, his cock red and leaking, and he yearned for release.

"Please, Lou, need to cum."

"Not yet, doll."

Louis spread Harry's legs, kissing his inner thighs.

He sucked the skin, making Harry whimper and lock his hand into Louis' hair.

"Lou," he pleaded.

Louis sucked a few hicky's into Harry's thighs, before he finally touched Harry's cock, sucking it down his throat so that his nose was getting tickled by the hair under Harry's bellybutton.

Harry moaned, gripping Louis' hair as the boy sucked him off.

Louis licked at the vein under Harry's dick, and pushed his tongue into his leaking slit, before cupping Harry's balls, which finally made Harry release, cumming down Louis' throat.

Louis popped off of Harry, after swallowing everything, pumping Harry leisurely, until he was down from his high.

Louis licked at all the cum, swallowing it greedily, before climbing up the bed, kissing Harry again.

Harry could taste himself on Louis' tongue, which made the kiss all that hotter.

Harry was panting into Louis' mouth, causing Louis to chuckle fondly.

They separated, Louis kissing Harry's forehead and then his chest.

He kissed the two Sparrow's on Harry's pecks, and then the butterfly on his stomach, next the ferns on Harry's abdomen.

Finally, he kissed around the skin next to Harry's dick, causing the man to groan.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna get hard again."

Louis got up from the bed with a final kiss to Harry's slit, tossing the man's clothes at him with a teasing smirk.

"You're a little shit, Louis," Harry murmured, putting on his clothes as they were thrown at him.

Louis laughed loudly, "So are you, baby."

Harry stood to pull his jeans up, wincing as he felt the pain in his arse already.

"Shut it," he said, already knowing Louis was going to give him a sassy comment.

Louis only chuckled fondly.

Harry limped over to him, kissing him sweetly before hugging him, "Thank you, Louis. I needed that."

"Of course, baby. I needed it too."

They finished getting ready in silence, occasionally pressing their lips together briefly in a sign of love and appreciation for the other.

The stress of that whole day somewhere in the back of their minds.