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When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love. When the evening shadows and the stars appear and there is no one there to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love. I know you haven't made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong. -
Make You Feel My Love, Adele
What You Need (4/4)
Louis whimpered into Harry’s mouth, fingernails scrabbling for purchase along Harry's skin, leaving long red furrows over Harry’s ribs. With a growl, Harry flipped Louis over onto his back, pinning his wrists to the mattress and using his teeth to tear open the top buttons of Louis’ shirt. Louis gasped, tossing his head back and arching his spine, seeking out the heat and friction of Harry’s body against his own. Denying him the contact he so desperately needed, Harry moved to the end of the bed, rucking Louis’ trousers down off his hips with unnecessary roughness.
Louis looked on with lust glittering darkly in his blue eyes as Harry’s long, thin fingers nimbly and sensually slid down his cotton underwear, exposing his skin to the cool air of the room. Goose bumps erupted over Louis’ whole body and he shivered once, hard, before biting down on his lip. Once Harry had shed Louis’ clothes (almost with distaste, as if anything should have the audacity to cover up something so perfect as Louis), he crawled back up the length of Louis’ body, the rough denim of his jeans grating coarsely against Louis’ bare skin.
Harry paused above Louis, his dark hair falling in a cascade, staining his pale face with shadows. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I trust you,” Louis said, his breath thin and shallow, blood pulsing hotly in the points behind his ears.
It was all the confirmation Harry needed. His warm mouth descended upon Louis’ throat, like a starving man biting into an apple. He sucked bruises into the tender skin along Louis’ collarbone, before moving down to tongue circles around Louis’ nipples. Louis’ breath hitched when Harry’s teeth clamped down on the thin skin over his hipbones, instinctively thrusting his hips up, his erection jabbing Harry in the neck.
Harry laughed, a deep satisfied rumble in the back of his throat. “Eager, are we?” he asked, giving Louis’ erection a quick tug that caused several droplets of precum to spill down over Harry’s knuckles, lubricating his grip.
“Unf,” was Louis’ incoherent reply, as he turned to bury his face shyly in the pillow beside his head. Harry skinned Louis’ foreskin back, darting his tongue out over Louis’ reddened cockhead. Louis’ trembled beneath him, crying out as Harry took his cock down in one swallow, not stopping until his lips were suctioned firmly against the base of Louis’ shaft. Harry bobbed up and down a few times, stopping only long enough to suck on one long index finger, while Louis’ cock jerked helplessly in the air. Then Harry's mouth was back, joined by a finger, stroking inside Louis, making his toes curl and his body go rigid.
“Ah, fuck, stop. I’ll never last,” Louis begged. Harry pulled his mouth away, wiping it against the back of his hand, grinning wickedly as his fingers continued to plow into Louis. Louis’ cock twitched, sending another pulse of precum streaming down his shaft.
“What’s the point in lasting?"
Louis pulled Harry close, their faces so near their features retreated into haziness. “Because I want to cum while you’re inside me,” Louis whispered roughly.
"Oh," Harry said with dawning comprehension. "Oh."
Louis smiled lazily, like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream. “Com’mere and let’s get those trousers off, eh?”
Harry happily obliged, watching with bated breath as Louis struggled to unzip Harry’s jeans over his growing erection. By the time Harry was down to his underwear, there was a growing wet spot on the thin cotton near his fly. Louis pulled Harry’s elastic waistband down, swiping his thumb over Harry’s sensitive cockhead, causing a shiver to traverse through the younger boy.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” Harry murmured, licking his lips. He reached out, running his fingers raggedly through Louis’ hair. Louis blushed, lowering his face. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention, least of all being the center of the attentions of someone like Harry.
“Look at me,” Harry commanded, drawing Louis’ face up by his chin. Louis gazed up at Harry timidly from beneath lust-hooded lids. “You’re beautiful, Lou. You know that right?”
Louis blushed in response, burying his face into Harry’s collarbone.
“I want your first time to be special,” Harry said nervously, as he ran his hands down Louis’ back. “Tell me what I can do to make it good for you.”
“Anything. It’s special ‘cause it’s with you,” Louis said, leaning up to press his lips to Harry, their kiss soft and lingering. Harry moved closer - so close that space seemed to exist in two places simultaneously - the space outside them and the space occupied by the two of them and their bumping limbs, their hungry mouths, their clashing erections and clawing hands. The outside world fell away, as if a curtain had dropped, plunging everything into darkness, but the bright, blinding spark kindled between Harry and Louis’ bodies. It reminded Harry of building blanket forts as a kid, how special and intimate it had been to be inside, separate from everything and everyone else and now, here he was - together-alone with Louis and it couldn’t have been more perfect.
“I’ll be right back,” Louis gasped, nearly tripping in the tangle of sheets at the foot of the bed, his erection bobbing comically as he jogged over to the couch where he’d left his messenger bag. Harry laughed, but before he had a chance to ask what Louis was doing, Louis was returning with a condom in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.
“Somebody’s ready,” Harry teased.
“I wanted to be prepared. In case anything...” Louis ducked his head shyly.
Harry pulled Louis into an affectionate head-lock and wrestled him to the mattress, kissing him deeply. They briefly warred for dominance, their arms locked in an embrace that sealed out all space between them as they rolled over one another. Louis’ thick, slightly curved erection rubbed against Harry’s weeping cock, eliciting a desperate moan from the back of Harry’s throat.
Harry slicked his fingers with lube, teasing Louis’ hole for a moment before plunging in, earning a hiss from Louis. “Is this okay?” Harry asked, watching Louis’ face for a sign he was in pain.
Louis responded by grinding down onto Harry’s fingers, his erection twitching against his stomach. “Wantyousobad,” he croaked. As Harry continued to finger-fuck him, Louis poured a puddle of watery lube into his own palm, slicking Harry’s erection with it. They continued this way for several torturous minutes - Louis slowly wanking Harry and Harry probing Louis with his long digits, until Louis could stand it no longer.
“Put it in. Please,” Louis begged, guiding Harry toward his puckered entrance.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked, bracing himself against Louis’ thighs. “Shall I get a condom on?”
“Yes. No. Please just fuck me already,” Louis whined, gripping Harry by his narrow hips and pulling Harry forward so that he nearly lost his balance. With a look of intense concentration, Harry slowly eased his cockhead in, pausing for Louis to adjust to his knob before inching forward. With an impatient huff, Louis grabbed Harry’s ass, forcing him all the way in. They both gasped - Harry at how hot and tight Louis was around his dick and Louis at just how big and thick Harry actually felt inside him.
Harry rested with his elbows on Louis’ haunches, panting a moment. “Just give me a sec,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut, trying desperately not to cum before they even got going. Louis was grateful for the break. It didn’t hurt per-say, but he did feel oddly full. The only thing Louis had to compare it to was Harry’s fingers inside him, but Harry’s fingers didn’t compare to the feeling of the hot, hard flesh of Harry’s cock inside him, like a separate living organism, with its own corresponding set of requirements and demands.
After a minute Harry got his hips moving, slowly at first and then at Louis’ urging, he sped up, gripping Louis’ furred, muscled thighs as he rutted hard against him. It was somehow both everything and nothing Harry expected. He had known it would feel good, but not this good. And he had known it would be different with Louis, but he had not known it would feel like this, not just being inside Louis (though that was nothing short of a miracle in itself), but gazing down and seeing the trust and love in Louis’ eyes and knowing he had somehow inspired that trust and would do anything and everything to keep it. Harry had not anticipated just how safe he would feel with Louis hands gripping his biceps or how his name on Louis’ lips would sound like a secret only the two of them shared.
Louis reached down and gave his erection a tug, marveling at the sight of Harry above him and around him and inside him, filling him, invading all his senses. Louis felt his orgasm drawing near, but wanting to delay it, he reached up, pulling Harry down for a kiss. Harry kissed him languidly, lazily, slowing his hips to match. Then Harry drew back, gripping Louis’ hand tightly as he pumped forward and struck Louis’ prostrate for what seemed like the hundreth time. Louis gasped and without even touching himself and without any sort of advanced warning, he was suddenly shooting all over his chest and belly and crying Harry’s name over and over like the words of a prayer. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry.
Harry gasped, feeling Louis’ body constrict around him and looking down at Louis’ shattered face, his dick still pumping jet after jet of cum, and it was all too much. Harry bent over at the waist, sobbing Louis’ name as he let go inside of him, rivulets of sweat running down his back and chest and Louis’ rough, bitten-down nails dragging sharply down his chest like a benediction. Harry stayed inside Louis’ a moment longer, trying to catch his breath and wrap his head around the fact that the beautiful boy lying beneath him was his.
When it seemed inevitable, Harry pulled out, collapsing back into the pillows and pulling Louis’ head down onto his still heaving chest. It took him a second, as he came down from his orgasm, to realize that the wetness on his chest wasn’t just their combined sweat, but that there were actual tears streaming down Louis’ face.
Harry lifted Louis’ chin with one finger, “are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
But Louis was smiling. “I’m sorry. I’m just so happy. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
Harry laughed, pressing a kiss onto Louis’ tear-stained cheek. “I love you, Lou Tomlinson.”
For one horrifying moment, Harry’s whole body tensed up. The words had come out of his mouth so easily, so naturally, but he was suddenly gripped by the terrifying notion that it was all in his own head, that what he’d thought he’d felt with Louis was just that - what he’d felt with Louis, and that it bore no reflection on how Louis felt for him. Maybe he’d said too much, too soon.
But then Louis was grinning so widely it nearly split his face. “Yeah. I know.”
Harry acted insulted, feigning pushing Louis away, although frankly he was flooded with relief that he hadn't made the whole thing up, that he'd actually just made love to Louis Tomlinson, that it had been more than sex, more than what he'd had with Caroline and what Louis had had with Hannah. “Wasn’t quite the response I was expecting," he pouted.
“I love you too, you wanker,” Louis sighed dreamily, kissing Harry, their mouths still smiling against each other’s.
“You fancy a shower?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
“With you? I’d love nothing more.”
***
They’d managed to shower and change the sheets and order up a pot of tea from room service, but not quite dress when the door was suddenly banging open and Niall was striding in.
“Oi, it reeks of gay sex in here,” Niall said, sniffing the air. It had clearly been meant as a joke, because as his eyes settled on Louis and Harry, snuggled together under the duvet, their hair still damp and disheveled from the shower, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. “Not that gay sex is necessarily a bad thing,” he added quickly.
Zayn and Liam were right behind Niall, carrying sacks of groceries from Tescos and when they saw what Niall had seen, they all comically ran into each other’s backs.
“Uh, sorry guys,” Liam stammered, his face flaming with embarrassment.
“We could come back-” Zayn said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes fixed on the carpet.
Undettered, Niall had already thrown himself across the bed, situating himself over Harry’s and Louis’ legs. “Sleepover time!” he grinned, kicking off his trainers. “We’ve got movies and snacks!”
“Niall, maybe these two want to be alone,” Liam said gently.
“I don’t mind if Louis doesn’t,” Harry shrugged, looking back at Louis.
“Guess that'd be all right,” Louis smiled, a bit lopsided. “Just. D’ya mind giving us a minute to get some pants on?”
Liam and Zayn both blushed simultaneously, although it clearly delighted Niall, who let out a peal of startled laughter, kicking his legs up in the air. Louis and Harry gazed at each other over Niall, sharing a secret smile. Then Liam threw Niall over his shoulder and carted him out, with Zayn backing out behind them, holding his hands up in apology.
They returned a few minutes later, when Harry and Louis were safely in pyjamas - Louis wearing his glasses and Jack Wills sweats and a jumper and a knit gray beanie of Harry’s, looking positively wrecked, and Harry in a pair of flannels and a ripped band t-shirt, looking like the luckiest guy in the world. All the boys were kind enough not to bring up what they had walked into, although occasionally one of them snuck a curious glance at the two of them, nuzzling closer together than they had ever dared in the presence of the others. As they turned on the movie and opened up bags of snacks, it was as if nothing had changed between them and yet, everything had.
Louis rested his head on Harry’s shoulder as Liam reached around them to dig into a bag of crisps. “I’m not ready to...to tell everyone just yet,” he whispered. “Would it be okay, for now, if it’s just us five?”
“Of course it’s okay. It’s enough just to have you,” Harry said stroking Louis’ fingers where they rested on the blanket. “We can wait a while before we send a joint Christmas card,” he sniggered. Louis groaned.
“Oi, will you two pipe down,” Niall shouted around a mouth full of Jelly Babies, from his spot across Harry’s feet. “I’m trying to watch the movie.”
Louis and Harry looked at each other and laughed. “Love you,” Louis mouthed.
“Love you too,” Harry mouthed back. Louis shyly buried his face into Harry’s collarbone, where Harry could feel Louis smile against his skin.
Harry was well and truly in love with the shy boy from Doncaster and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Being a Pop Star may have had its perks, but at the end of the day, belonging to someone like Louis Tomlinson was so, so much more rewarding and Harry wouldn’t have traded it for the world.