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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Harry stared at the blinking text cursor as he deleted the last few words he had typed out, eyes burning in mild exhaustion. Whoever had said following your dreams was worth it, was clearly wrong , he thought, miffed, as he stretched his hands above his head, relishing in the pleasant stretch in his stiff muscles. Alright, so he was being dramatic, edged to the brink of frustration due to an untimely writer’s block. He thought he had the right to be bitter momentarily. Working as a columnist for a well-known magazine was rewarding. But right now it was a pain in the ass, quite literally and metaphorically , as he shifted in his seat, uncomfortable after being seated for so long.
Trying to reach into the furthest corners of his brain to come up with the right words, Harry felt his gaze unfocus after a couple of seconds, fingers mindlessly tapping next to his keyboard. And that’s how Louis found him, staring blankly at the screen, jumping when a kiss was pressed onto the top of his head. He hadn’t even heard him come in.
“Hello darling,” he greeted, resting his chin on top of his head while his arms came around his shoulders in a hug. Harry sunk into the warmth and familiarity that came with Louis, turning his head to press a kiss into his inner bicep.
“Hi babe,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes wearily. Louis, of course, instantly picked up on his mood.
“Tough day?”
“The worst,” he groaned, sighing as Louis squeezed him a little.
“Writing gods not on your side today?”
“Nope. I’m gonna have to be an atheist at this point.”
“That bad?”
“Let’s say the second half of this article sure as hell won’t write itself.”
“Hmm. And when is it due?”.
Harry chewed on his lip for a beat before answering. “Tomorrow morning, 10 am sharp.” They both stared at the digital clock on his desk that had the numbers ‘20:17’ glaring in neon green.
“You’ve still got time love,” Louis said soothingly, “though I better leave you to it then huh, I’ll get out of your way.” He pulled back, but didn’t get far.
“Waitttt,” he said with a whine, pulling Louis back to his side, looking up at him properly now, earning himself a quizzical look.
“How was your day, Lou? Sorry I’ve basically locked myself in here all day.” Louis waved him off, sitting down in his lap at Harry’s insistent tug.
“‘S been alright, had a much more laidback day than I would’ve if I wasn’t working from home today,” he replied, arms now around his neck. Harry placed his hands on his delicate waist, taking in how soft and homey he looked in his sweats and shower damp fringe.
“I’m glad,” he muttered, briefly distracted by the warm weight in his lap and loving blue eyes that were trained on him. His hands slipped just a little beneath Louis’ shirt, finding warm skin that was all too enticing.
“Sorry you’re having a rough time today, Haz,” he said, wincing on his behalf. Harry dropped his head to Louis’ shoulder, letting out a small noise of frustration.
“It’s like I’ve hit a wall, I just have no motivation anymore,” he huffed, feeling one hand card through his hair calmingly. Louis hummed sympathetically.
“Do you want to take a break?”
“Um...nah. Just gotta get into the flow of it again.”
“Okay babe,” Louis agreed, straightening up in his lap. “I’ll let you get back to it now, just give me a shout if you need anything. You’ve got this.”
Despite his tiredness, Harry smiled softly at the sincerity in his voice. “Gimme a kiss before you go.”
Louis rolled his eyes at him fondly, before cupping his face with one hand, drawing him in into a sweet kiss. Harry kissed back intently, thumbing at the side of his neck, pleased at the little shiver that wracked Louis’ body.
As Louis went to pull back, Harry made a vague noise of protest, blindly chasing his lips again, reconnecting them with a little bit more heat behind his actions. Louis was seemingly caught by surprise but quickly gave in and kissed him some more, nipping his bottom lip just so. In the gasp that followed, Louis slipped his tongue into his mouth, the hold on the side of his neck turning just a touch possessive and dominant that quickly had Harry feeling a little warm in his threadbare shirt.
Harry tilted his head, lips slanting over Louis’ over and over like he couldn’t get enough of his taste, nor enough air into his lungs. His hands slipped down to roam Louis’ back aimlessly, content to just touch, drink him in greedily in every way, as Louis seemed to take, take and take from him. A gentle tug to his hair had him moaning throatily, squirming around in his chair, and that’s when Louis broke away from him, putting a little space between them.
“Harry,” he began, voice a little stern. That, combined with the flush on his cheeks, his lips glistening with spit and steadily darkening eyes, had Harry groaning and pressing yet another filthy kiss against his lips. Louis went easily, breath hitching as Harry’s grasp on him tightened, yet pulled back again after a moment, wiping at his lips.
“ Harry, ” he said again, this time with another tug to his hair that did nothing but send another zing of arousal down his spine. Vaguely, he was aware that he was probably flushed red, cheeks only warming further as Louis surveyed him with a pointed look.
“While I’d happily continue, you've got work to do,” he reminded, and Harry dropped his lips into a pout.
“But I would rather do this ,” he retorted, gaze shamelessly flickering between Louis’ eyes and his lips that were curving into a smirk despite him trying to stay stern.
“You have an article to finish babe.”
“You’ve no idea how hard it issss, I’m so tired ,” Harry grumbled, earning a chuckle in response.
“I own New York’s most in-demand fashion line at the moment darling, I think I’ve got a fair idea of work being hard and tiring,” Louis quipped, though it was in good nature and banter, a brow arched at him.
Undeterred, all that came out of Harry’s mouth was a low, “ fuck , that’s hot ,” and an involuntary jerk of his hips. He was burning up.
Louis laughed breathily, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Harry barely shook off the comment, hyper-focused on the urge to ravish him instead. As Louis made a move to get off his lap, he clutched at his thighs, giving him his best pleading look.
“Kiss me, please.” He watched as Louis’ resolve wavered for the briefest of seconds before hardening again, hands gently moving Harry’s as he stood up.
“Baby you know I’d do anything you asked, but you’re getting distracted, and you’re just going to fret more if you don’t work on what you need to.”
Harry sighed, feeling the last of his motivation fly out the window. Even then, he tried again. “Give me a kiss and I’ll get back to writing, I swear. For motivation ,” he tacked on. He’d take what he could get.
Louis studied him for a moment, eyes narrowing. He seemed to be mulling a decision over in his head before his eyes cleared, and the hints of a wicked smile played at his lips. Before Harry could figure out what was going on, Louis had walked over to stand behind him, hands resting lightly on his shoulder.
Confused, he stuttered out, “Louis? Wha- what are you doing?”
“Shh, darling,” came Louis’ voice into his ear, lower than before, and he automatically shivered, “just do as I say.” It was as much a command as it was a suggestion; said with enough tenderness that Harry knew he could say no and that would be that. However he wasn’t going to, and he figured Louis knew that.
Swallowing harshly, he nodded, and simply answered with an ‘okay’, as trusting and eager as ever. He turned to look back at Louis but before he could even get a proper look, he got his next instruction.
“Keep your eyes on the screen, love.”
Harry jerked his head back, eager to follow, even though he had no idea what was going on. However, he was well familiar with the tone and assertiveness in Louis’ voice to know he was expected to comply, to be good.
“Good,” came Louis’ prompt reply, pleased, and Harry smiled, warmth blooming in his chest.
“Are you going to keep being good for me?” he pressed further, and Harry felt like a live wire left exposed, little currents zipping through his body at the raspy voice just behind him, at the slight circles being rubbed into the nape of his neck. He nodded jerkily.
Louis pressed yet another kiss to his temple, and when he spoke, his voice was in its usual warm, light timbre. “We’re not playing today, okay? Not properly anyway. I want you to be present.”
Harry had not the faintest idea as to what was going to follow, but he nodded immediately; that was fine by him.
“Words, love.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay, Lou.”
“And you understand why?” Gentle, but insistent. Harry turned his head briefly to lock eyes with Louis, who was watching him patiently.
“I do.” And he did. It wasn’t rare at all for Harry to slip a little into a much relaxed, floaty headspace when they scened; the more elaborate the scene, the further and longer he slipped. Desperation may have found him, but all reason was not lost; he knew he had responsibilities to fulfil.
“Alright then. Eyes ahead,” Louis’ voice had dipped again, and Harry followed easily. “I want you to take a moment for me, think about what needs to be written. Your ideas. What you’re trying to say. Focus on doing just that.”
If there was one thing that grounded him, it was always Louis. Particularly when he got like this. So he nodded, and inhaled deeply, letting his eyes fall shut, brain scrambling to follow what was expected of him. For a minute, he came up blank, mind jumping between the weight of Louis’ hands on him, and a string of ‘c’mon think think thinkthinkthinkkkk’.
Harry was broken out of his stupor at Louis’ hands pressing into his shoulders suddenly, almost inquisitive at first, before turning surer. He had only just frowned in confusion when a precise dig into the muscles just where his shoulder meets his neck had him hissing in pain. Quickly replaced with tension seeping out from under skilled fingers. He made a little noise, head drooping.
“So tense, babe. Got some god-awful knots in you,” Louis murmured, fingers moving deftly now, pressing and rubbing into all the right spots. Harry winced repeatedly, but in awe at the relief that took the place of ache.
“Feels good, thanks babe,” he hummed, sighing. He’d almost forgotten what he was meant to be doing, until-
“Focus, Harry.” Harry snapped his head back up, slightly embarrassed at losing track this quickly. He mumbled a ‘sorry’ and returned to wracking his brain for words.
A couple minutes passed, as Louis’ touches gradually turned lighter, allowing Harry to gather his thoughts and ideas. Lost in the soothing moment, he was startled when Louis spoke.
“Have you got your ideas?”
“Yeah, I think. I’ve got some.”
“Okay,” he replied. “Start writing. Don’t worry about the quality or about getting it right. Just write.”
Harry blinked, taking another deep breath as he placed his hands on the keys. Hesitantly, he started typing, still feeling like he was swimming against the currents of writer’s block a little. All his determination might as well have been in vain though, as he felt Louis’ hands lightly trail across the back of his neck. A gasp was pulled out of him as the next thing he felt was hot breath fanning across delicate skin that erupted in goosebumps. As a close-mouthed kiss was pressed just below his right ear, his breath stuttered, accidentally pressing down on an alphabet twice.
Instinctively tilting his head to give him access, Harry’s sighs were broken, eyes all but shut at the welcome pleasure each little kiss down his neck left in their wake. However, at a sudden nip to his tender skin, he gasped loudly, eyes flying open.
“You were asked to do something,” came the words, poised as a wicked reminder. Louis’ lips remained brushing against his skin, each and every graze sending his belly swooping as he continued, “if you stop, I stop.”
Harry wanted to whine. How that was fair was beyond him, but he bit back a retort, typing in the next few words in speed, as if to prove himself. When Louis picked up where he left off, it was by leaving open-mouthed kisses back up his neck now, slow, teasing. Harry felt like he was being pulled in two different directions, as he tried his best to type out sentences in semi-coherence.
Louis’ hot mouth found the underside of his jaw, latching on and sucking a wet bruise to a spot he knew was especially tender. Harry clenched his fist, a small moan fighting its way up his throat. Louis didn’t let up; biting and soothing the sting over with his tongue, humming absentmindedly like he was pleased. Harry’s focus was wavering, but his desire to please was still in the lead, so he kept his eyes peeled and hands skittering over the keyboard.
Louis then seemed to pull back a little, like admiring the mark he left on him, claiming him , and he pressed his thumb against the sore spot.
“Lou,” Harry gasped, pinpricks of pleasure sparking at the touch. Louis merely hummed against his skin, as he kissed and nipped gently at other spots. The knowledge that brilliant purple and red marks would adorn his pale neck by tomorrow morning, that others could see, that his colleagues would pick on it and maybe even tease him about it, had him biting his lip harshly.
He entered a few more words a little clumsily, not wanting Louis to stop. As flushed and breathless as he felt, this was still more than he’d written in the past two hours. As if attuned to his thoughts, Louis pulled up enough to place his lips mere millimetres away from his ear, pausing.
“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. The praise shot addictively through his veins. The high of it fizzed out quickly, it wasn’t enough, he needed more-
“Louis,” a sharp intake of breath, “ please,” he added on a sigh. Louis’ tittering laugh caused the first vines of humiliation to curl low in his stomach as he pulled away, leaving a chill in his place.
“Please what , hmm?” he asked, voice alight with amusement. “Good boys aren't greedy, now, are they?”
Harry swallowed, head hung at the reprimand. “No,” he muttered petulantly.
Louis threaded his fingers into his curls, before tugging hard, his head being yanked up and what felt like all the blood in him rushing south. “And who gets to decide what you have, and when ?”
“Y-you,” Harry rasped out on a moan, “you do!”
“That’s right,” Louis replied, relinquishing the grip on his hair. “A shame,” he continued, words tinged with something purposeful, darker, “you were being so good, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you? You had to be impatient.”
A whine left Harry’s lips before he could even reel it back in, a fierce blush creeping up his neck. The embarrassment at being called out so boldly was suffocating, but he felt it go straight to his cock that was chubbing up. Another twinge of arousal coursed through him at how much he liked it.
“Have you got anything to say?” Louis asked sharply, and Harry scrambled to reply, hands obediently finding the keys again.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise,” he rushed, eyes zeroed in on the words on the screen as he resumed typing after a moment of consideration. Like he accepted the answer, Louis’ hands were once again on him, this time skittering over his shoulders and down his chest teasingly.
Harry got a few minutes of typing in before he had to bite the inside of his cheek. Louis’ fingertips had come to rest lightly on his nipples, separated just by the soft, thin material of his Rolling Stones shirt. It took only a moment of waiting with bated breath, before Louis rubbed the pads of his fingers back and forth across his nipples, agonisingly slow. Harry exhaled, shuddering slightly at how good it felt. Not wanting it to stop, he did his best to continue his work, albeit slowed down, and head feeling like it was filled with molasses.
As Louis rubbed his thumbs across the buds with more pressure, Harry let out a soft moan, fighting the urge to arch against him. To make matters worse (or better, really), he then began to gently scratch at the hardened buds, a blunt nail occasionally catching the sensitive tips. Harry’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the small currents of pleasure washing over him. He didn’t realise he hadn’t written a word in a minute till he felt a sharp pinch to both his nipples, making him shout and clench his thighs together because fucking hell that felt good.
“Stay focused, Harry,” Louis' voice was sharp, and to his mortification, he felt his cock twitch at the tone.
“You’re literally….playing….with my nipples,” he deadpanned, earning him a delighted chuckle and a quick flick to one of his nipples for his cheek. Harry hissed at the pain morphing into pleasure and making his vision hazy for a second.
“I can always stop,” Louis said conversationally, Harry already shaking his head minutely at the idea. “No? Are you sure?” he pressed, a little mockingly, driving him mad.
“Mhmm.”
“Any more complaints, baby?”
“No, no I swear I wasn’t”-
“Maybe I should just leave you like this”-
“No!” Harry protested wildly, “please Lou, keep going.” He heard Louis hum in consideration, before his hands travelled lower to the hem of his shirt.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling so generous,” Louis replied, kissing his neck. “And so very lucky that I love playing with your sensitive. little. body. So much. All mine to touch.”
Harry’s breath hitched at the possessiveness delicately lacing his words, and the kisses that punctuated them. Louis gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged upwards, peeling them off unceremoniously. Harry shivered as the cool air hit his overheated skin.
Louis hovered, not touching him just yet. Harry frowned, not above begging but getting the impression that Louis was waiting. And oh, he realised, he had to earn it. Timidly, he began typing, pace evening out the longer he kept at it. He wasn’t sure if a moment had passed or several, before Louis’ slightly calloused fingers were back and rubbing at his hardened nipples in tight circles.
Harry’s cock was tenting the material of his sweatpants now, beyond aroused at Louis’ ministrations. He switched to rolling the buds between his fingers, pinching and twisting, eliciting breathless gasps and whines from him. He was convinced he could come untouched from this too, but he knew he had to be good.
A particularly harsh twist of his nipple had him pressing down clumsily on the keyboard, as a wanton “ Louis!” slipped from his lips. His eyes felt a little misty at how good it hurt, and he blinked furiously, trying to refocus.
“Eyes straight ahead, Harry.” Harry whined, the command stinging like a slap in the most delicious way, and the relentless stimulation of his nipples a little overwhelming.
“I said, look.straight.ahead ,” he repeated, voice an octave lower. “Don’t you wanna be good for me, darling?”
Harry shivered, nodding jerkily. “Wanna,” he said brokenly, “Of course, I wanna. Always wanna be good.”
“I know baby, I know you do,” Louis soothed, pressing a sweet kiss onto his warm cheek.
“You’re a little distracting”, Harry mumbled with a pout. At this, Louis paused, pulling his hands away momentarily.
“Is this going to do more harm than help you?” he asked gently. Harry took a moment to think. He was vaguely distracted, sure, but he had already been doing a piss poor job of staying focused, to begin with. It was hard to ignore all the clever touches and pay attention, what with Louis playing him like he was well versed with his body. But this had given him a goal to work towards, a reward, an incentive.
This was motivation driven by pure need. The innate need to be good. The ever present need to please, and then be pleased as a reward. Harry was sure he could work with that; he’d already gotten a good deal further in his work. Nevertheless, he was wholly appreciative that Louis was always so thoughtful and checked in often. He reached up to touch his arm gratefully.
“No. I’m up for it. I can be good,” he answered coyly, and he knew Louis got what he meant, heard his assent, when he got a loving pat and brief squeeze to his hip.
“Mmm, you’re hard, baby,” Louis observed after a second, voice void of inflection. Almost like he was simply pointing out the weather. Harry glanced down at himself and blushed at the very obvious bulge in his pants. He felt like he’d been hard for ages. Louis let a hand trail down his chest, past his butterfly tattoo, to just above his waistband, while Harry’s chest fell and rose rapidly. Devilish fingertips were then playing along the length of the band, teasing little lines back and forth, making Harry’s stomach quiver.
“What do you think we should do about that, hmm,” Louis purred, all but draped over him now. Harry bit his lip; he wanted to beg, guide Louis’ hand to where he was most desperate, wanted to ask him to do anything at all to give him some relief. But he refrained.
In his most docile manner, he simply answered, “whatever you want, whatever you think I’ve earned.”
Louis dropped his head briefly to nuzzle in the crook of his shoulder, voice coming out breathlessly as he praised, “my very good boy.” The only indication so far that he was even affected all along. Harry’s head reeled at that knowledge and at the praise. Despite feeling hot and antsy, he idly typed in some words, vaguely thinking that this would either be his worst work or somehow his best and most...passionate….work.
Then Louis was stepping out from the back, coming to stand by his side, leaning against the desk. A hand gently gripped his chin, tilting his face upwards, and before he could register anything else, Louis was kissing him filthily, tongue insistent and mouth reckless with desire. Harry gasped at the intensity of it, clutching at his own thighs to stop from palming himself. When Louis pulled back, Harry finally took a moment to look over him, heart thudding in his chest. Louis’ eyes had darkened, leaving just a ring of blue, his own cheeks flushed, lips red. He was a vision. Harry knew he probably looked no better.
“Push back a little, love,” Louis then instructed. Harry leaned back, frowning at him in confusion. A fond smile flickered onto Louis’ lips.
“The chair. Push your chair back just a bit darling,” he clarified, placing his hand on the backrest and helping him pull away from the table. Harry looked up at him, clueless, even more so at the mischievous glint in Louis’ eyes.
Louis moved to squeeze himself in between the table and where Harry sat. Shooting him a wicked smile, he sank down to his knees in one motion, settling himself in the space under the big desk. Harry’s mouth went dry, staring wide-eyed at the boy blinking up at him in faux innocence, long lashes sweeping his cheeks. As Louis tugged his chair towards him so he could be closer to his desk, Harry had never been more grateful for the large mahogany desk that took up a good deal of space in the office room. Even with his legs caging him in, Louis had space to move under the table, tucked in compactly.
Louis smirked, looking way too pleased with himself. His hands, god those hands , slowly snaked up Harry’s legs to rest on his thighs, pinky lingering a mere inch away from his aching cock. It took all his willpower to keep still.
“Gonna be good for me and do your work while I take care of you?” he asked, squeezing his thighs. Harry groaned, sending a quick prayer to the universe to help him survive.
“Yes,” he gritted out, eyes taking in a greedy drink of Louis’ face once more before reluctantly shifting to the screen.
Harry braved on, typing in line after line almost feverishly, as Louis’ fingers slowly trailed up his thigh to his cock. As he slowly traced the line of his hard cock with two fingers, Harry felt his cock twitch violently at the first real contact, blurting precome. For a few moments, it was just that; achingly slow caresses up his thighs and up and down his cock over his pants, which had him twitching at every stroke. He bit his lip hard to focus on getting his mind and fingers to work in tandem as he typed.
Just when Harry thought he could manage, as he’d gotten used to the motion, Louis gripped the girth of his length through the soft material of his pants. Harry was helpless not to moan loudly, jerking up into his grip. He had broken into a sweat as Louis began palming him oh so slowly, fingers cupping the shape of him. The muscles in Harry’s thighs were tense as he tried to not buck into the motion. He attempted to keep writing, feeling himself drip steadily now at the teasing touches to his long-neglected cock.
“You’re making a right mess of your pants, baby,” Louis commented after a while, and Harry chanced a glance down at where he was pushing against the thin material of his pants. Sure enough, a dark grey wet spot had begun to form at the head, beginning to seep through. He whined, uncharacteristically embarrassed because he was enjoying this so much when he was meant to be working and Louis was well aware of it. His blush deepened further as he noticed Louis’ eyes fixed on the little dark spot like he was fascinated.
“Can’t help it,” he muttered. Louis met his eyes, simultaneously massaging his cock.
“I know,” Louis replied, smug. Harry pouted at him imploringly.
“You’re teasing.”
“I know.”
Huffing, he turned back to his work, the cursor seemingly taunting him. Louis’ hands continued their path, content at the pace while Harry was nearly jumping out of his skin for moremoremore. As if having heard his thoughts, just as he was wracking his brain with great difficulty to find the right phrasing, Louis squeezed the head of his cock at the upstroke. He felt himself white out with pleasure for a quick second.
“Fuckkk, Louis, goddd,” he yelped, banging his head gently against the table with a dull thud. He heard delighted snickers come from under the table.
“Careful love, don’t hurt your head, you’ve got much work to finish up, don’t you?” If Harry wasn’t so desperate for Louis to keep doing what he was doing, he would’ve flipped him off. As it was, he just groaned against the table.
“Focus, Harry,” came a gentle reprimand and he quickly picked his head up. His focus had never been tested quite this way, especially when Louis unhelpfully began to relentlessly massage the head, coaxing more and more precome to dribble, and a shudder going through him constantly. He was so very close, when Louis stopped, giving him respite. Yet his body lurched to chase the feeling.
Obediently, he began putting the last of his ideas into rough outlines on the document. Louis snapped the waistband of his pants against him, making him flinch, yet dutifully pursue his work, even if he was squirming noticeably. Finally, finally , he started to slowly peel his pants down, resting the band just below his balls so that just his cock was out, bobbing in the cool air. Harry shivered at the sensation over his thick, leaking cock.
For a moment, nothing happened, just the sound of keys clacking in the background as a result of Harry’s valiant effort. Then Louis was gripping him firmly, gliding his hand upwards in a smooth, torturous stroke. A throaty moan was ripped out of Harry, digging his nails into his palms so as to not come on the spot.
“How’s the article coming along, Harry?” Louis sounded like he was teasing, and it was maddening. He was now stroking his length torturously slow, at a consistent pace, and his cock was throbbing in the grip, temporarily robbing him of the ability to think. On the next stroke, the hold around him tightened, as if to remind him that he was asked something.
“Um….” he tried, “s good,” he got out hoarsely, willing himself to keep working. Louis picked up the pace slightly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I’m nearly”- a sudden twist at the head on an upstroke had him snapping his hips, “ o-ohhh um- m nearly done, most of it- it’s done,” he managed.
“Yeah? How much do you have left?” Louis was now tugging at him in earnest, twisting his hand at the tip on every stroke, and Harry was jerking into his touch in little motions.
“I have- oh Jesus fucking Christ - I ummm, fuckkk, like another para or two maybe god I don’t know, Lou, ” he was whining by the end of it, at how good it felt, the glide smooth now as Louis had used his wetness to coat his length.
“You don’t know? Focus, baby,” Louis demanded, holding him steady while thumbing at his slit in little circles. Harry couldn’t help the breathy moans escaping his lips, so close to the edge that he felt a little delirious.
“I’m- I’m trying, fuck , feels so good, god I’m close,” he warned desperately. Louis didn’t let up.
“Louis I’m gonna come, ” he cried, feeling his muscles tense and pleasure rolling over him in waves.
“No, you won’t. Hold it or I’ll stop,” Louis warned, and Harry keened high in his throat.
He held on for a couple more minutes as he was being pushed closer and closer to the edge, his tip so sensitive and the sensation on it being almost too much, that he felt tears prick his eyes. As he felt his release coil dangerously close, he reached a hand down to tug at Louis’ hair in a warning.
“Lou, please,” he gasped, so unbearably close to coming and then-
Then nothing, as a vice-like grip at the base of his cock had him crying out in desperation mixed with relief, as his orgasm was forcibly held back. He breathed in and out harshly, body thrumming with arousal even though the stimulation had stopped.
After a few minutes, when he felt a bit more clear-headed, he lifted his head from where it lolled against the backrest. That was so close , he thought.
“Alright there, Haz?” Louis questioned gently. Harry dropped his gaze down at him, flitting between his handsome face and the stupidly hot visual of his veiny hand wrapped around his red, throbbing cock.
“Mmhmm. I’m good. Losing my mind a little, but y’know, otherwise just peachy.”
Louis rolled his eyes, tutting at him in playful disapproval. “Watch it, Harold.” Harry grinned.
“I’ll go a little easy on you as you finish up the writing, okay?” Louis said, not really a question. Harry nodded at him, cracking his knuckles. Last stretch to go. And then maybe finally he could come. He really, really, wanted to come.
What he was not expecting, was for a warm mouth to envelop the tip of his cock, gently suckling, once again sending waves of pleasure through his body. He stared at Louis in shock.
“Thought you said you were gonna go easy on me!” He exclaimed incredulously, voice cracking.
Louis pulled back after mouthing at him for a few glorious seconds. “Patience. Do I have to remind you, that I call the shots here, hmm?”
“No,” Harry gulped, and in a whisper, added, “Okay.” Louis must’ve been gagging for it just about as much as he did, because he let his mouth take in his cock once again, this time not pausing till his nose was nearly pushed into the coarse hair at the base of his length. Harry felt his cock hit the back of his throat, felt him swallow once helplessly, and heard him take in harsh breaths through his nose. He concluded that this, in fact, was hell.
Because how on earth was he meant to focus on anything but the absolute vision beneath him? Blue eyes blinking languidly up at him, sinful lips stretched across his width, tight, wet heat enveloping his cock. He was lush temptation wrapped up in one delicate-looking boy. Harry groaned, hips pushing upwards involuntarily, making Louis gag just the tiniest bit, eyes watering.
Louis held his hips down punishingly, and Harry mumbled a ‘sorry’, caressing his cheek apologetically. Louis blinked slowly as if to say not to worry about it, pulling back a couple of inches, most of him still buried in his mouth but more comfortable now. Belatedly, Harry realised that he was being given time to finish off his work now. Shaky hands found the keyboard as Louis let the weight of him rest heavily on his tongue, unmoving.
Harry needed to come like, yesterday, the velvety warmth of Louis’ mouth nudging him on. He started typing away furiously, uncaring of potential errors. He’d be editing them later anyways. Below him, Louis was still, occasionally swallowing around him with quiet moans, making his legs twitch. Harry felt hot all over, ears ringing with desperation.
He stole a glance, breath caught in his throat at the near serene expression on Louis’ face, even as he was tonguing at him slowly the best he could with his mouth stuffed full. The trapped breath was punched out of him as he let his gaze wander. And watched Louis arch and rut his hips against thin air, like he wasn’t even aware of doing it, desperate for contact. Harry was going to lose his fucking mind.
Taking a deep breath in hopes of some sort of clarity, he pushed himself, words rushing out. Louis had begun to bob his head in nearly imperceptible motions, getting Harry close to the edge again. After a few minutes, with a resounding clack of him hitting his full stop key, he leaned back with a grunt.
Harry looked down, Louis meeting his eyes questioningly. His fingers moved to grip his thighs and keep them open.
“I’m done, I’m done! Mostly anyways like it’s all done, just need to look it over but I’m done, god please, Lou,” he begged roughly, one hand carding through Louis’ soft hair needily.
Louis wasted no time in pulling back a little, and then began to bob his head in earnest, his hand coming up to hold his cock steady. He fisted the base of his cock in time with his mouth, tracing the vein at the underside. Harry was jerking relentlessly, mind hazy with how good it felt after being edged for what felt like hours. His hand rested on top of Louis’ head, not pushing, just taking what he was getting.
He felt himself approach the edge alarmingly quick, tapping twice at Louis’ cheek in warning. Louis merely gave him a nod, his own moan muffled by Harry’s pulsing cock. He sped his hand up, Harry letting out little moans interspersed with needy gasps of “Louis” and “fuck”.
Just as he felt white-hot pleasure threatening to spill, he felt a dry fingertip somehow wedge between his legs and rub teasingly at his puckered entrance and that was it for him.
Harry arched his back, hips moving recklessly as he came in thick spurts down Louis’ throat, a gravelly shout being ripped out of him. He rode out wave after wave of pleasure, high-pitched moans coaxed out of him by Louis swallowing him down, milking him till he couldn’t stand the sensitivity. The haze of coming felt endless, leaving him shuddering and curling his toes even as Louis pulled off completely, and tucked his sensitive cock back into his pants.
Only when Louis got up and climbed into his lap did Harry feel more grounded. His arms automatically wrapped around his waist as Louis pulled him in close and let him drop his head into the crook of his neck. It took him a couple more seconds to register Louis mumbling sweetly to him.
“You did so well darling,” he cooed, running his fingers through Harry’s matted hair. “My very best boy, so beautiful,” he said comfortingly and Harry preened at the praise, kissing Louis’ skin tenderly.
When he pulled back, Louis was looking at him adoringly, sending his heart flipping. Harry took his face in his hands, smiling bashfully at him.
“Hi.”
Louis grinned brilliantly, bringing their lips together in a tender kiss. Harry could taste himself on his lips, mentally groaning at it.
Pulling back, Louis nudged his nose before replying, “hey you.”
“You’re something else, y’know that?”
Louis laughed, eyes sparkling. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His hands were still petting Harry’s waist, leaving reassuring little touches, making him warm.
“You should. I liked that. Like, a lot.”
“So did I. You are so fucking beautiful when you get that desperate, when you try so hard to be good, when you fall apart slowly.”
“Louuu,” Harry whined, blush creeping in. Louis kissed both of his warm cheeks, thumbing at them softly.
“How much more work do you have?” Louis enquired curiously. Harry cocked his head, considering.
“Well I’ve finished up the writing, might need a couple sentences to like, tie the end together. Mostly I’ve just got editing left,” he answered.
“That’s great! You did it, baby, look at that! I’m so proud of you,” Louis piped up immediately, sincere. Harry’s smile widened.
“Thank you babe but it’s mostly ‘cause you helped. I can’t believe it worked.”
“It only worked because you are so, so eager for me always,” he teased, making Harry swat at him playfully because it was true.
“And because you love being good for me. Always so good for me,” he added, and despite the mind-numbing orgasm he just had, Harry felt a low thrum of arousal go through him at the praise. He lowered his eyes, gaze zeroing in on where Louis’ neglected cock lay, hard against his thigh.
Harry placed a palm on top of him without preamble, making him hiss and grind against his hand like he couldn’t help it. He smirked crookedly. “Want me to get you off?”
Louis’ eyes were glazing over a little in pleasure, but he leaned in to press a searing kiss against his lips, sending his head spinning. “Why don't you finish up quickly and then I'll let you. Finish up in an hour or less and I'll let you eat my ass,” he finished, grinning devilishly.
Harry groaned, canting his hips upwards involuntarily at the mere idea of getting to eat him out, to finally ravish him. Oh, he so was going to finish at record-breaking speeds.
"You're just gonna wait till then?” he asked dubiously.
"Who said I'll just be sitting around? It’s my turn to have a little fun," he said suggestively, palming his cock and shuddering beautifully on top of him, lip caught in between his teeth. Harry felt his cock jump weakly, desire taking over him.
“Goddd, Lou,” he said hoarsely, reaching for him. Before he could however, Louis swiftly slipped out of his grasp, laughing.
"Work first, ass later," he managed in between peals of amused snickers, running away. Harry stared after him in endeared disbelief for two seconds before hitting his head against the desk softly. The absolute imp. He couldn’t wait to have Louis crying into the sheets in an hour or so.
Motivation pumping through him vigorously, he cracked his knuckles and got to work, this time his reward being one cheeky boy and his temptation haven of an ass.