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Part 9 of Glory Hole-idays
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Like a Powder Keg About to Explode

Summary:

Niall enjoyed Louis' Bastille Day special so much that he's booked a private session for him and his lady on Guy Fawkes Day.

Notes:

Ok yes Guy Fawkes Day is technically a celebration of the *failure* of the plot in 1605 to blow up the House of Lords and assassinate King James I, but let's just all go with the idea that Niall would get a kick out of booking a session this day anyway. (And also let's pretend I didn't just barely get this done in time to post it in the final hours of November 5th in the Pacific Time zone, when the day's long been over in the UK thankssomuch)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Feel so fucking full.”

Louis smiles as he thrusts into his client – Niall, turns out. His favourite Irishman who finally booked a private session. 

Niall whose arse is currently full of Louis’ cock and whose own cock is nestled in his girlfriend (whose name Louis has not been given the privilege of knowing), fucking into her with the added force of Louis driving into him from behind. 

“Wish I could say the same.”

Niall whose girlfriend Louis was right to hope would be part of this session. 

“Thought with you both fucking, it might actually be enough, but clearly I need to be the one in charge here.”

Louis’s never specifically been into women, but try telling that to his cock. 

“Get out of him, Louis.” 

He does. Quick enough to make Niall wince. 

“Get out of me, baby. On all fours.”

And Niall does. Quickly and quietly and with a reverence that Louis can’t take his eyes off.

Until his girlfriend moves. Because the way she moves, somehow getting off her back and moving across the bed to kneel behind Niall without a single second of awkwardness, demands attention. 

Louis barely registers her instructing him to suck before she’s shoving two fingers in his mouth, choking him and flooding his mouth with saliva. 

“Good boy. Get these nice and wet.”

Louis closes his eyes, relishing the feeling of fingertips tickling the back of his throat as his lips seal around them. 

When she pulls her fingers out, his eyes fly open, glued to them as they press into Niall’s hole, tearing a moan from Niall and a gasp of arousal from Louis. 

She’s relentless, pushing her fingers directly into his prostate and offering no relief judging by Niall’s entire body clenching and twitching. 

Louis is rapt, his mind going fuzzy as he stares at her fingers disappearing into Niall. 

“You like this, Louis? Like watching someone who actually knows what she’s doing?”

Fuck. 

“Yes, Madame.”

“Such a polite boy,” she responds, and Louis’ cock pulses in his hand. “You can watch for three more seconds. And then I want you to go kneel in front of Niall, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Count for me.”

Louis counts to three and flicks his eyes up to hers to confirm he’s done well. She nods and his heart races. He rushes to position himself as she’d asked, kneeling in front of Niall, facing them both. 

“Get close to him. Close enough that he could get his mouth on you if I let him. But he’s not going to, are you, pet?”

Niall’s head is hung but he shakes it. “No,” he grunts.

“That’s right. You just concentrate on coming for me, yes?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

“Two polite boys,” she purrs before smacking Niall hard on his arse. “You can touch yourself, Louis. Make yourself wet. Want Niall to think about how much he wants to taste it.”

Louis strokes himself into a bit of a trance, lost in the dull pleasure of touching himself without chasing an orgasm, of watching Niall’s face wince in pleasure and torment as he’s thoroughly fingered and occasionally spanked.

“Louis!”

Her voice is stern, impatient. 

Louis stills his hand and lifts his face sheepishly to apologise.

“Don’t ignore me again, Louis.”

He shakes his head adamantly, desperate to assure her.

“Get up and come here.”

Louis scurries to comply, nowhere near as graceful as she’d been earlier. 

“Have you kept yourself hard like I asked?” 

“Yes, Madame.”

“Good. Good boy.”

Louis’ chest floods with warmth. 

“I can tell my baby’s about to come – such a slut for my fingers, aren’t you? – and as soon as he does, I want your cock inside him. Understand?”

Louis nods. 

Niall’s a panting mess, still dribbling the final drops of his release, when she orders Louis into him. He feels amazing, tight but welcoming. 

“That’s it. Don’t take it easy on him. Get him hard again.”

Niall moans and Louis does as he’s told, burying himself deeply before pulling nearly all the way out and plunging back into him. He sets a rough pace, getting lost in the feeling as he’s spurred on by Niall’s clenching walls and loud moans.

Madame stands next to the bed, regarding them a moment before she presses her hand to Niall’s back, pushing his shoulders and face into the mattress, his arse still up as it takes Louis’ pounding. 

She stares at Niall’s cock, describing to Louis how it’s dangling uselessly, flopping around as he fucks him. 

Her narration floods Louis’ head with images of Niall’s cock, struggling to get hard again as it’s flung around from the force of Louis fucking mercilessly into his well-used hole. 

“Jesus, I don’t know who’s more pathetic. My baby for not being able to get hard again, or you for clearly not fucking him well enough to force the blood back into his dick where it belongs.”

Niall and Louis moan in unison and she shakes her head. 

Louis’ face heats, a combination of arousal and defensiveness. He adjusts the angle of his body and revels in the sound his next thrust rips from Niall.

“Fucking finally.”

The disdain in her voice goes straight to Louis’ cock and he comes before he knows what’s happening. 

Shit. She won’t be pleased.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Louis sags over Niall but knows better than to pull out before he’s told. 

“Guess I really do have to do everything myself tonight. Don’t you dare move, Louis. I’m getting my strap. Stay where you are. I don’t want your disobedient cum leaking out of him before I can get in there and finish the job you clearly couldn’t do.”

The muffled sounds of Louis and Niall’s ragged, heavy breathing fill the otherwise starkly silent room. 

A smack on his arse startles Louis and he almost pulls out instinctively but a firm grip on his waist stops him. 

“Pull out slowly,” she whispers before biting his ear just this side of too hard. “Gonna use your pathetic overeager jizz as lube, so don’t let any leak out.”

Louis nods and pulls out excruciatingly slowly. As soon as his dick is out, she grabs it firmly and nudges Louis out of the way as she positions her dildo, slipping the tip into Niall’s hole. “Don’t you worry, baby. Mama’s gonna make sure you come.”

The softness in her voice surprises Louis and his cock twitches in her grasp. 

She turns to Louis, smirking as she plunges her cock into Niall. She squeezes Louis’ dick gently and tells him to move back to Niall’s front again. “Feed him your spent, sorry cock. Let him keep it warm while I take care of him.”

Niall’s mouth is hot and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold stare holding him in place from across Niall’s body. She demands that Louis not get hard in Niall’s mouth, that he doesn’t deserve it. But she’s fucking Niall so hard that he can’t stop his mouth moving around Louis’ dick. 

When Louis winces, she barks at Niall that he better not be sucking. 

Niall mumbles in protest and Louis can’t keep his eyes from rolling back in his head as he silently begs his dick not to respond to the shift in sensation. 

“What did I just say?” she shouts, landing a harsh smack on Niall’s arse. 

He comes with a broken cry and Louis’ cock falls from his mouth. 

Niall collapses to the bed and his girlfriend pulls carefully out of him, rubbing his arse and his back gently and cooing at him that he’s done so well tonight. Niall murmurs unintelligible sounds into the mattress and Louis just watches them helplessly, powerless to stop his cock from fattening up. 

With her hands still caressing Niall’s spent body, Madame lifts her gaze to Louis, pausing briefly at his dick before running up the length of his torso to meet his eyes. 

“Niall, my love,” she says, not releasing Louis from her stare, “I worry we haven’t been hospitable to our guest. You’ve come twice and poor Louis’s only gotten to come once. Doesn’t seem fair, even if he did come without permission. I know how good your hole is, how hard it is not to come inside you. Hardly his fault, is it? We shouldn’t punish him for that. Not his first time with us.”

“Think that’s nice,” Niall says, his voice regaining some clarity, “to let him come again.” 

“Louis? Think you’d enjoy having my cock as much as my baby did? Maybe have him do more than just warm your cock, too?”

Louis’ cock is filling up rapidly, but he knows she wants an actual answer. 

“Yes, Madame. Please.” 

Louis hasn’t been fucked by a dildo in a while. And he’s not sure it’s ever been a woman wielding it. He is quite sure he’s never been fucked quite so expertly with a strap, though. 

She wraps around him, holding him upright and tightly against her chest as she fucks him, the soft flesh of her tits pressed against his back, a pleasant complement to the rigidness of her cock. 

Niall’s mouth feels incredible, sucking and gagging with enthusiasm now that he has permission to give it his all.  

Louis’s overwhelmed at the intensity of sensations surrounding him, and he has no idea which finally sends him crashing, but it’s a full body orgasm, and if he weren’t so solidly held in place he has no doubt he’d have doubled over from the force of it. 

He’s supposed to go watch fireworks with Harry tonight. Hopefully he won’t be jealous that Louis’s already seen stars.

Notes:

Remember remember the Filth of November! <3

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