there was a problem with last night's update, i don't really know what happened but i don't think modt of you got the notification in your feed, and i can't see some of the details. so, make sure you didn't miss the last one! because this one continues right where the previous one ended.

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as soon as harry has backed up against louis' face, he dips in and lathers his tongue over the already stretched hole.

it's warm and damp from the lube and louis' tongue finds its way inside to the soundtrack of harry's little whimpers playing subtly yet unavoidably in the background. this procedure seems to be more sensitive, as he's trembling the mere second louis starts to let his tongue ripple around and inside the rim. it's quick and lithe, the motions pulling louder and more strained noises out of harry's mouth the longer they go on.

louis is so happy. he's euphoric.

he's never felt his chest brimming with this many positive emotions while pleasuring somebody orally. he's never felt as though he was doing it because of how much he wanted to, as well as how much he wanted his partner to feel good. knowing it feels good for harry is almost the best part.

he licks into harry for nearly ten minutes, and by the end of it, the boy is trembling like a leaf.

"agh, lou, baby, please," he pleads, then grabs louis' cock sturdily. louis winces. "fuck me now. i need it."

"gonna put the condom on, love?"

at the mention of it, harry grabs said item and rips the plastic open. he sits down on louis' abdomen, then rolls the slick rubber down his length. a moan is pushed through from the back of his throat when he bucks his knees up thereafter, louis reclining flatly into the mattress. he's fucking delirious, lying back to observe as harry aims the cockhead against his pinkened hole. oh, what a sight. he almost thinks he's gonna cum on the spot just by seeing his own cock disappear into harry's plush arse.

it's so warm. so deep. so suffocating and fulfilling at the same time. harry sinking down on him feels like a pivotal moment, like he's just found his purpose, his wealth. it intensifies, his heart fluttering when he feels and watches harry lift and drop on top of him, his heat tight around the length of his pulsing cock. he's bouncing then. bouncing, gyrating, doing just about everything to please himself and louis at the same time. (louis is definitely pleased. in fact, he doesn't want to get up ever. he wants to lie here until his lungs give out.)

"fuck, you're so big," comes out of harry as a mere breath, a gruff exhale.

louis grips at harry's hips, his hands calmly stringing after his upheaving movements. "you feel like fucking velvet, babe. fucking heaven."

as harry's level of confidence is enhanced by louis' comments, he picks up the speed, letting loose completely. the moans rolling out of him make louis' cock thicken, even though it's already at a width he's never felt before. he, along with every blood vessel in his body, have accessed a new territory of pleasure. he's new to this. he's new to feeling thoroughly merged with his partner during sex; feeling like this cascade of lust encompasses everything that he feels for harry; the admiration he's developed for him over time. it feels right. impeccably so.

"my hair," says harry suddenly. "can you—i put my hair tie—" he stops to gather air, "on your nightstand. can you—" another inhale, "put my hair up?"

he's still bouncing.

louis maintains the same supine position while reaching for the small hairband on the bedside table. then he sits up, one hand pinned to harry's waist. harry's movements decelerate mildly at the alteration and louis starts to gather his half-long curls into a little bun at the back of his head. he experimentally ties the elastic band around the hair thrice, letting go when it feels secure yet unconstrained. the bun bounces along with harry's quickened lifts and drops, louis' groin and abdomen clenching comfortably at the sight and feeling of filling him up.

"thanks," says harry under the heavy breaths coming out of him.

"babe, must you be turned away from me?" louis asks in a pleading tone as he lies down against the pillow once more. harry looks at him confusedly over his shoulder. "don't get me wrong, i love the view but," he stops to gather air, "i'd like it more if i could"—another inhale—"see your expressions. and kiss you, as well."

a soft laugh slips from harry's nose as he begins to retreat. "could've said that before," he murmurs, pivoting after having slipped off. then he grabs the base of louis' cock again and lets it re-enter tightly. he sinks down to the sound of louis moaning until he's fully sitting down on his perspiring groin. harry chuckles, then goes, "i thought you wanted to see my arse."

louis grabs both of harry's hips, a smirk appearing. "i ate you out for ten minutes. i can go a while without staring at your arsehole."

harry coughs out a laugh as he begins to gyrate his hips again.

"come kiss me then. that was the whole point," beckons louis, the two of them laughing breathily when harry finally reclines on top of louis' torso, grabbing his jaw to initiate a firm, passionate kiss. "that's it," whispers louis, one of his hands reaching behind harry to grab the flesh of his arse cheek.

harry pulls away lightly, his mouth still hovering over louis' face. "fuck me, please," he mewls, "if i lay still on top of you, can you thrust up?"

"god, yes," breathes louis, bending his knees for more leverage. as told, harry stops moving and buries his face in louis' neck. there, he starts to suckle on his earlobe, which. hmph. that's his sensitive spot, and harry's well aware of it. so, with every muscle in his pelvis, louis begins to heave himself up in a brutal, unrelenting pace. the sound of his groin slapping into harry's flesh claps in the room in a stable, brisk rhythm with harry's whimpers coated on top. the heat is undeniable. it's rising with every passing second.

"oh my god, 's amaz—holy fuck."

as one hand is occupied by holding harry's arse up, louis takes his spare one to harry's neck to attempt guiding his face back to his own. he loves kisses. kisses, kisses, kisses. he can't get enough of them and, during sex, they're so essential. harry is quite immobile, though; a little stupefied by louis' ceaseless thrusts, so he doesn't get much response from his mouth (aside from the obscene sounds he makes). despite the complications, louis continues to lather kisses on him, peppering his face, neck and hairline.

a little unexpectedly, harry then lifts and tumbles in the linens. he's fully out of breath, perspiration coating his body with a clammy glow.

"what's wrong?" louis asks, his heart drumming quickly against his sternum. he grabs harry's middle gently, feeling the pulse in his groin slowly decelerate from where it had been building up. he touches himself languidly to maintain the same blood-flow, meanwhile pressing gentle kisses onto harry's cheek.

"n-nothing. i just—" harry exhales, still close-eyed, his torso lifting and sinking as he tries to catch his breath, "you're too fucking good, i don't wanna cum yet."

"d'you wanna rest?"

"no, just—get on top. do it slowly. then speed up gradually." he's still close-eyed, whimpering and squirming mildly between sentences. "can't last long if you—you know, if you're so persistent."

"okay," murmurs louis, picking gently at the sweaty curls that he'd failed to tie back with the hairband. he sits up then, kneeling into the mattress in between harry's lax thighs. "sorry," he adds, lifting them up to let them encircle his own. "kind of got lost in it there."

"t'was too good," harry exhales a laugh and finally opens his eyes again, bending his knees around louis' thighs compliantly. it's so sweaty. so warm. "shit. five more minutes and i'm dead."

"i think we're both gonna have to work on our stamina, then," teases louis, then poking the cockhead against harry's already fucked-out hole. the younger bloke gasps a little at the touch, then moans gutturally as louis sinks in, slick and effortless. it's like their bodies are sculpted to fit together. they stick like magnets. and, fuck, it's getting stickier.

"really thought i was resilient," says harry under his breath, his fists curling into the white linens.

louis smirks, starting up with steady, deep thrusts. the meaty claps are slower than earlier, but please his ears just the same. the soundtrack of it all is almost precisely as satisfying as the sight. but god, harry is so goddamn gorgeous like this; fucked out of his mind, helpless and as pliant as elastic. he's limp, arching into the mattress when louis weighs down on top of him, his torso leaping forward as he shifts to settle one hand on either side of harry beneath him. harry's heels dig into his lower back then, the thrusts speeding up on behalf of harry's little request.

"god, i'm never—" harry moans out, voice trembling along with his body and limbs, "—leaving this bed."

louis speeds up a little. "it's from ikea, you like it?"

a laugh bursts out of harry before he grabs both of louis' shoulders. "fuck. you're an idiot." since he'd been digging his nails into the sheets, he then starts doing the same to the back of louis' shoulders. which, fuck. it's just more arousing. "never leaving you, 's what i meant. gonna—" he stops at a suffocating whimper, "—keep you for as long as you let me."

the claps against harry's flesh get louder, his strokes deepening as their breaths get heavier. "that'll be a long time then," he replies, his lungs throat dry and gruff.

his groin is pulsing like a heavy ticking bomb.

"fuck, babe, i'm so close," harry chokes out, his knees quivering in the air as they helplessly let loose from the grip around louis' waist.

"so am i," grunts louis, then hiding his face in harry's hot neck.

"i'm sorry, i—" harry starts but cuts
himself off with a strangled cry. arching his back, his body jerks when the orgasm settles upon him, his cock twitching against louis' abs.

louis slows down at the sudden rupture, glancing down to observe as streaks of semen settle in thin lines over harry's lean, gorgeous body. he's shaking a little, louis' length still moving slickly inside of him.

"oh my god," harry whimpers and louis meets his eyes again. they're blurry. he's crying. he's actually crying. "i—fuck. my—you're so amazing."

though he struggles to understand the science of it, louis feels himself tick off at the sight of harry's face crumbling. there's so much affection in that gaze. so much emotion in those tears. louis spurts as if on cue, still rolling his hips as he feels himself filling the condom, the heat of harry pressing around his cock as it pulsates to the pace of his heartbeat.

fucking fuck. nothing has ever felt this good. and seeing harry cry out of happiness? god. fucking christ. this was new. this was phenomenal. this was—

"if you don't stop making those noises i'm gonna get another boner."

louis' mouth snaps shut, a tear that he hadn't felt forming then trickling down his cheek. he laughs and wipes it. and, well, he hadn't even noticed he'd been making noises either. fuck. he's definitely so gone.

"sorry," he exhales, smile as wide as his face, "i—i feel so good."

"me too," murmurs harry under an equally big grin that he then starts biting down. "you are a miracle, i swear."

while smiling to himself, louis stops moving his hips, slipping out of harry's opening to peel off the condom. it's wet and heavy when he ties it, tossing it perfectly into the bin by the bedroom door.

then he drops gently onto harry's torso and goes to reach for the hair tie at the back of his head. "i don't like this," he comments, making harry frown. "i mean, i do, i just prefer your curlies at the front." he pulls the hair out without making it tangle, combing through it over the plush pillow. "there we go."

"i feel like i just entered heaven."

louis laughs, closing the space between their mouths. he kisses him deeply and harry nimbly returns the favour, humming into him.

"well," louis starts as they pull away, eyes glossy and elated, "i have a little something i wanna announce."

"and what's that?"

louis makes a face, then pecks harry once. "i'm very much gay."

"oh my. i had no idea," harry deadpans.

"i know. it's a shocker, isn't it?"

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(i'm sorry, this was kinda shitty and short. i hope it's fine!)