Round 3
ROUND THREE
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ex: Prompt: Harry/Louis, BDSM
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It’s not the only thing about Harry that makes him moan and squirm and alight all his nerve endings.
(There’s also that wonderful, husky laugh of his and the way his curls look in the morning, all bed-mussed, and his bright eyes in dark rooms and the way his hands engulf Louis’ hips and- fuck it’s everything, every cell of his flawless self)
And like Mel Brooks said, sex is like pizza and if Harry is a pizza he is thick crust with extra cheese and fresh shredded ham and rich tomato sauce, cooked in some woodoven in an Italian villa and fed to Louis after he’s been starved on bread and water.
It’s just-
Harry stripped back with only those weaved bracelets on his wrists and the thin necklaces dangling from his shoulders is really fucking good pizza which is like a chewable orgasm, served with a sixpack of beer in a too-classy penthouse.
(But better, really, because pizza doesn’t have blow-job lips or bedroom eyes or a laugh that literally lights up Louis’ day ( ... )
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Harry only moans in return and starts sucking on his bottom lip and Louis can’t make the distinction from when the moment is casual and when the moment is heated, but suddenly he’s squirming under half of Harry’s half-grown body and there’s a very clear outline of a cock against his hips and Harry’s breathing things like ‘fucking forever, Tomlinson’ and ‘stupid tight chinos’ and ‘all mine, Lou’ into his mouth ( ... )
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Louis barely waits for a heartbeat after they enter their room before crowding Harry against the slammed door and pressing the whole length of their bodies together. He stumbles onto his tip-toes to press a kiss to Harry’s Jagger lips, and he should feel emasculated when Harry’s hands sneak down his legs to lift him into his arms, but-
Fuck-
He’s not sure if it’s intentional, but the beads and knots of Harry’s bracelets are pressing into his hips where his chinos have slipped and that’s as hot as seven kinds of fucking hell and he just wants more, more skin and more Harry and more of the teeth on his neck and the erection against his ( ... )
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“Just Harry,” he laughs, and Louis bites at the tendon in his neck and bucks his hips with no warning in response.
They lose themselves in the rhythm of their bodies, just like they do in that of the music on stage, and the sunlight is only feeding their fire and the world around them is spinning madly on, but in the moment there’s only the expanses of touching skin and the heavy breaths and-
Oh-
There’s also the clasp of Harry’s wooden band from Spain scraping against the head of his cock with every upwards stroke, and the pendants swaying in front of his eyes and it’s absolutely maddeningHarry smirks and ducks down to bite his cheek and thrusts harder, knocking the bed frame against the wall, and the brush of the head of Harry’s cock against ( ... )
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jesus.
it's the boy wearing the necklaces, you bloody insecure twat
perfect. just perfect.
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Can you describe writing as stunning?? either way I just have.
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And of course, all of the descriptions of Harry's necklaces swinging and how the brush of his wristband across Louis' skin drove him wild. Utter. Perfection.
- OP
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i'm so glad you liked it aw c: thanks for the brilliant prompt!
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it was just perfect, all around wonderful and lovely and perfect
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(Between kisses, Louis manages a ‘it’s the boy wearing the necklaces, you bloody insecure twat’, and Harry mumbles a ‘fuck, Boo’ in response which just about breaks his heart)
so precious!
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