Bright Lights and Butterflies.
Title: Bright Lights & Butterflies.
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Word Count: 2386
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Title is from the song Selfish by This Providence.
Summary: From this prompt in the Kink Meme in which Louis rides Harry.
A/N: This is my first fic ever so please be nice and thanks for reading!
Another night on the road, another morning waking up in a hotel room. Harry was thankful he was waking up next to Louis. Thankful they had to share rooms just as much as they shared lives.
He rolled over to the familiar sight of Louis, eyes closed peacefully in deep sleep as the new morning crept upon them.
It was always the same for Harry. Halfway through tour he would get restless, unable to sleep for long, he was too into the habit of sleeping on the bus that whenever a hotel night cropped up on their schedule he could never utilize it properly.He settled for watching Louis' chest rise and fall with the deep breathing that sleep always brought. And that was relaxation enough for him.
As the minutes passed the sun rose and before Harry could realize it was 7:30am and Louis was stirring. Louis' eyelashes fluttered as his eyes got used to the sunlight and he reached up and rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up a little. A smirk grew on his lips as he registered Harry's dimpled smile. Harry stretched his arm out, brushing the stray strands of Louis' disarrayed morning hair out of his eyes.
"Morning sleepy head" Harry greeted Louis softly.
Louis smile grew wider, "Morning" he returned in his gravelly morning voice. Harry felt a pull in his abdomen. He found nothing sexier than Louis in the morning, disheveled hair and his chin decorated in fresh stubble.
His arm wormed around Louis' waist as he pulled the older boy towards him, reveling in the warmth that the blue-eyed boy seemed to radiate.
Louis rolled into Harry feebly and Harry continued to pull Louis until he was situated onto of him, chest to chest, his knees falling to the mattress, straddling Harry's hips. Harry couldn't help feeling turned on, loving the fact the were comfortable enough to sleep naked together. Louis squirmed closer to Harry, nuzzling into his neck, breathing him in. Harry let his arms run up and down Louis' back, feeling the smooth skin that stretched over the toned muscle. He knew Louis loved the feel of his fingertips lazily tracing patterns into his skin, especially in the morning, which Louis seemed to confirm as he sank closer into Harry, their skin sticking to each other.
Louis looked straight into Harry's eyes examining the swirl of color, the patterns that decorated the iris,always finding a new thing to love about Harry's perfect face. He slowly bent his neck down and pressed a tender kiss to Harry's lips. Underneath his own, he felt Harry's lips curl up into a small smile and he returned the chaste kiss.
They broke away from each other, but only for a second before Harry was running his hands up into Louis' hair and pulling him back down again and Louis complied happily ,melting into the kiss. Their lips collided with more force this time but they still managed to maintain a softness through their morning desperation. Louis sighed into Harry's mouth as their lips parted, like routine now. Their tongues slipped together in synchronization. Sure enough if they were tested they would be able to map out each other's mouths by now.
The sound of heavy breathing permeated the air. Louis hands ran up and down Harry's sides as their kissing got hot and heavy, and Harry's hands sat in Louis' hair rubbing circles into his scalp, knowing it would send goose bumps rippling all over his body. Hot, wet noises of clashing tongues began to join the sound of uneven breathing and the boys eventually had to break for air.
Louis tucked his face into the crevice of Harry's neck and began to trail kisses around his collar bone between breaths. He nibbles his was around Harry's neck, sucking occasionally, causing Harry's breath to get caught in his throat with each scratch of teeth. Louis made his way back up to Harry's mouth, licking and sucking on his jaw line as he went. A moan rumbled in Harry's chest, the sensation makes his skin tingle.
Their lips met again, tongues circling another almost instantly. Louis can never get enough of the feeling of Harry's tongue pressed against his own. He can feel himself getting hard as their kiss grows uncontrolled, they're coming apart together and he can feel it having the same affect on Harry as their hips start to move slowly, starting up a lazy rhythm.
Harry sighs in relief at the realization that they have the day off. No restrictions, no rushing, no quick hand jobs, no fucking against as a wall to get relief as quick as possible. Just him and Louis appreciating each other's company.
His hands begin to slip from Louis' hair, down his back, teasingly around his ass, gripping onto his legs and pulling him impossibly closer. He runs his fingers lightly on the underside of Louis' thighs, up and down, and Louis gives an involuntary thrust of the hips causing them both to cry out in pleasure. Damn Harry and his knowledge of Louis' weak spots.
After that first bit of contact it gets addicting. Louis finds himself yearning for a harder thrust just to find that relief but the more their hips meet and their cocks slide together the more frustrated they both become, wanting, needing more and more contact until their both satisfied. But they never really are satisfied, always needing to steal touches, sneak kisses, give each other looks that can practically burn a hole wherever they look. They can't live without each other. It's as simple as that.
Louis feels Harry's hand reach down between them, caressing their cocks in unison, lazily running his fingers down both their hard lengths. They're not really kissing anymore, basically just breathing into each others mouths, swapping moans and groans as skin touches and tongues tangle.
Harry focus' his attention on Louis, working his hand up and down his length with slow strong movements, their mouths still attached peppering kisses around each other's lips. Louis is barely able to control his actions, lost in the pleasure Harry is making him feel. That boy has no idea how good he makes Louis feel. The motions of Harry's hand becomes quicker, speeding up, making Louis loose control, little wet sound falling from his lips.
Harry then moves his hand lower, cupping Louis' balls, squeezing lightly and a loud groan escapes from his lips and his hips snap into Harry's, god, he wants Harry to fuck him so bad. He begins to grab Harry's arm, ready to reposition them but Harry stills his hips with his strong grip and looks up at Louis through lust clouded eyes, hair a mess, lips red and puffy.
"Don't." Harry mumbles against Louis' swollen lips "Stay there. I want you to ride me". The only response Louis has is a strangled moan, nodding his head franticly.
Their lips join again, moving fluidly as Louis grabs Harry's wrists guiding his hands and placing them on his ass cheeks. Harry takes the hint, squeezing Louis' left cheek playfully, giggling into his mouth. Removing one hand, he reaches off the bed and into his bag next to the bed, pulling out the lube.
Their lips break apart again as Harry slicks his fingers slightly, making sure to not over do it as he knows Louis loves to feel the burn slightly. He presses his fingers against Louis puckered hole, teasing him, feeling the ring of muscle tensing in anticipation.
"Fuck" Louis gasps pressing his ass back into Harry's hand. Harry pushes one finger inside slowly. Louis so tight, clinging on to his finger. He quickly builds up a rhythm, slipping in another finger, then another until Louis is desperate, pressing back, practically fucking himself on Harry's fingers.
"Shit, your fingers..." Louis pants and Harry pushes them deeper. Harry sees the desperation in Louis' eyes, knowing he needs it soon so he retracted his fingers from Louis' hole and reaches off the bed again to get a condom.
Louis shuffles down the bed and takes Harry's dick in his hand, giving the younger boy some relief, stroking quickly. Harry lets out a deep moan, throwing his head back into the pillow with pleasure. Louis' always been good with his hands. Harry's back arches as Louis licks the tip of Harry's cock, teasing him with small kitten licks until Harry pulls on Louis' hair to get his attention. He tosses the condom at the blue eyed boy and Louis proceeds to roll it onto Harry's cock
.
Louis moves back up to straddle Harry's hips, lining himself up before slowly sinking down onto Harry. Louis' mouth drops open in pleasure, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, trying to relax so that Harry can fuck him as soon as possible.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Louis sighs quietly as if he can't help the noises that come out of his mouth. Louis slowly starts to ride Harry, starting off in a steady rhythm. Their hips are moving together, as Louis' comes down Harry's tilt up meeting Louis with a moan, heated pleasure prickling their skin.
The sun cuts through the curtains, giving Louis' already tanned skin an extra glow and Harry's eyes are fixed on Louis' chest as a drop of sweat rolls down onto his stomach. Louis presses his trembling hands to Harry's chest to steady himself as they move at an excruciatingly slow pace, Harry's skin burning at the touch. Louis sinks down hard this time and both boys let out helpless moans, lost in the way their bodies are connected, moving together like one.
"Fuck, Louis, you're so fucking tight" Harry slurs, intoxicated by the way Louis can roll his hips. He stares up at Louis and butterflies swirl around the arousal in his stomach. He watches as Louis throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehand and he's never looked so gorgeous, coming undone. Harry always loves the way Louis gets a tint of pink of his cheeks that travels down his neck and spreads over his chest which is it's even more noticable when the sun is shining onto his sweat slicked skin.
Louis looks down at Harry as their hips move slightly quicker. Harry has to remind himself that they actually have time to savor the sex but it's so hard for him when Louis looks at him like that, like he's the only person in the world, especially when he has his dick buried inside of Louis. And as if the look isn't enough, Louis then takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, moaning as he throws his head back once again.
Harry gasps and grabs at Louis hips, circling his thumb in the deep V that leads down to Louis hard cock. He looks at the shining tip and licks his lips wishing he could take it in his mouth. Plenty of time for that he thinks, but right now he focuses on thrusting harshly into Louis knowing neither of them will last much longer.
His hands travel down to grip Louis thighs, nails digging in, and his rhythm is becoming erratic now. He's so close and he can tell Louis is also by the way his back arches and the moans and growls just pour out of his mouth.
Louis looks down at Harry and runs his hand through the curly hair, smiling, when Harry growls at his touch. He reaches down and closes his fingers around Harry's wrists, tightening his grip as he gets closer and closer to falling over the edge. Their hips are moving fast and hard now, Louis' ass slapping against Harry's legs. Any sort of rhythm they had has been forgotten about, orgasm is their only goal now.
Dirty little wet "ah" sounds fall from Louis' mouth as the moans ripping from Harry's throat get louder and their moving so hard and fast that it's hard for them to remember their own names, yet they never forget each other's, sighing and calling each other in pleasure soaked voices.
" Harry, ngh, I'm so close, ugh, I'm going to come" Louis proclaims desperately, right on the edge. He releases Harry's wrists and Harry moves his hands back to Louis' thighs. Louis plants his hands back on Harry's chest, pressing down as he rides Harry hard. Harry moves one of his hands to Louis' cock, keeping the other on his thigh, pumping, coaxing Louis to orgasm, feeling the muscles in Louis thigh ripple as he comes closer and closer to achieving climax.
"Harry" Louis rushes out as a warning before coming, wet and sticky over Harry's chest, the filthiest noises Harry has ever heard erupting deep from Louis' chest. Louis keeps moving as he rides out his orgasm and Harry can't take it anymore, his whole body is vibrating, he's never known such ecstasy. Louis muscles clench around Harry, still feeling his orgasm rattle through his body. Harry's back arches as he lets go inside of Louis. Louis continues moving, working Harry through his orgasm until Harry has ridden out his orgasm. He pulls off of Harry and crashes to the mattress in the space next to him, where he was sleeping a mere 40 minutes ago.
Louis looks over to Harry, eyes closed, chest heavy still trying to catch his breath. Louis reaches for a tissue and cleans Harry's chest the best he can while Harry lies back and examines Louis face which is still flushed from orgasm. His hair is a mess and he is still shining with sweat but it just makes Harry love him more, for the fact that he can still look so amazing when he's looking like a mess.
Harry closes his fingers around Louis wrists, imitating the older boy's earlier actions and pulls him close. Louis snuggles in, breathing in Harry's scent, even more potent after the heavy sex session. Harry feels completely content knowing that as long as he has Louis in his life he will always be happy. He looks down at Louis just in time to catch his eyes closing. His own eyes begin to get heavy, slowly shutting, and as he mulls over his last thought the butterflies that Louis always bring return to flutter around his stomach.
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Word Count: 2386
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Title is from the song Selfish by This Providence.
Summary: From this prompt in the Kink Meme in which Louis rides Harry.
A/N: This is my first fic ever so please be nice and thanks for reading!
Another night on the road, another morning waking up in a hotel room. Harry was thankful he was waking up next to Louis. Thankful they had to share rooms just as much as they shared lives.
He rolled over to the familiar sight of Louis, eyes closed peacefully in deep sleep as the new morning crept upon them.
It was always the same for Harry. Halfway through tour he would get restless, unable to sleep for long, he was too into the habit of sleeping on the bus that whenever a hotel night cropped up on their schedule he could never utilize it properly.He settled for watching Louis' chest rise and fall with the deep breathing that sleep always brought. And that was relaxation enough for him.
As the minutes passed the sun rose and before Harry could realize it was 7:30am and Louis was stirring. Louis' eyelashes fluttered as his eyes got used to the sunlight and he reached up and rubbed his face, trying to wake himself up a little. A smirk grew on his lips as he registered Harry's dimpled smile. Harry stretched his arm out, brushing the stray strands of Louis' disarrayed morning hair out of his eyes.
"Morning sleepy head" Harry greeted Louis softly.
Louis smile grew wider, "Morning" he returned in his gravelly morning voice. Harry felt a pull in his abdomen. He found nothing sexier than Louis in the morning, disheveled hair and his chin decorated in fresh stubble.
His arm wormed around Louis' waist as he pulled the older boy towards him, reveling in the warmth that the blue-eyed boy seemed to radiate.
Louis rolled into Harry feebly and Harry continued to pull Louis until he was situated onto of him, chest to chest, his knees falling to the mattress, straddling Harry's hips. Harry couldn't help feeling turned on, loving the fact the were comfortable enough to sleep naked together. Louis squirmed closer to Harry, nuzzling into his neck, breathing him in. Harry let his arms run up and down Louis' back, feeling the smooth skin that stretched over the toned muscle. He knew Louis loved the feel of his fingertips lazily tracing patterns into his skin, especially in the morning, which Louis seemed to confirm as he sank closer into Harry, their skin sticking to each other.
Louis looked straight into Harry's eyes examining the swirl of color, the patterns that decorated the iris,always finding a new thing to love about Harry's perfect face. He slowly bent his neck down and pressed a tender kiss to Harry's lips. Underneath his own, he felt Harry's lips curl up into a small smile and he returned the chaste kiss.
They broke away from each other, but only for a second before Harry was running his hands up into Louis' hair and pulling him back down again and Louis complied happily ,melting into the kiss. Their lips collided with more force this time but they still managed to maintain a softness through their morning desperation. Louis sighed into Harry's mouth as their lips parted, like routine now. Their tongues slipped together in synchronization. Sure enough if they were tested they would be able to map out each other's mouths by now.
The sound of heavy breathing permeated the air. Louis hands ran up and down Harry's sides as their kissing got hot and heavy, and Harry's hands sat in Louis' hair rubbing circles into his scalp, knowing it would send goose bumps rippling all over his body. Hot, wet noises of clashing tongues began to join the sound of uneven breathing and the boys eventually had to break for air.
Louis tucked his face into the crevice of Harry's neck and began to trail kisses around his collar bone between breaths. He nibbles his was around Harry's neck, sucking occasionally, causing Harry's breath to get caught in his throat with each scratch of teeth. Louis made his way back up to Harry's mouth, licking and sucking on his jaw line as he went. A moan rumbled in Harry's chest, the sensation makes his skin tingle.
Their lips met again, tongues circling another almost instantly. Louis can never get enough of the feeling of Harry's tongue pressed against his own. He can feel himself getting hard as their kiss grows uncontrolled, they're coming apart together and he can feel it having the same affect on Harry as their hips start to move slowly, starting up a lazy rhythm.
Harry sighs in relief at the realization that they have the day off. No restrictions, no rushing, no quick hand jobs, no fucking against as a wall to get relief as quick as possible. Just him and Louis appreciating each other's company.
His hands begin to slip from Louis' hair, down his back, teasingly around his ass, gripping onto his legs and pulling him impossibly closer. He runs his fingers lightly on the underside of Louis' thighs, up and down, and Louis gives an involuntary thrust of the hips causing them both to cry out in pleasure. Damn Harry and his knowledge of Louis' weak spots.
After that first bit of contact it gets addicting. Louis finds himself yearning for a harder thrust just to find that relief but the more their hips meet and their cocks slide together the more frustrated they both become, wanting, needing more and more contact until their both satisfied. But they never really are satisfied, always needing to steal touches, sneak kisses, give each other looks that can practically burn a hole wherever they look. They can't live without each other. It's as simple as that.
Louis feels Harry's hand reach down between them, caressing their cocks in unison, lazily running his fingers down both their hard lengths. They're not really kissing anymore, basically just breathing into each others mouths, swapping moans and groans as skin touches and tongues tangle.
Harry focus' his attention on Louis, working his hand up and down his length with slow strong movements, their mouths still attached peppering kisses around each other's lips. Louis is barely able to control his actions, lost in the pleasure Harry is making him feel. That boy has no idea how good he makes Louis feel. The motions of Harry's hand becomes quicker, speeding up, making Louis loose control, little wet sound falling from his lips.
Harry then moves his hand lower, cupping Louis' balls, squeezing lightly and a loud groan escapes from his lips and his hips snap into Harry's, god, he wants Harry to fuck him so bad. He begins to grab Harry's arm, ready to reposition them but Harry stills his hips with his strong grip and looks up at Louis through lust clouded eyes, hair a mess, lips red and puffy.
"Don't." Harry mumbles against Louis' swollen lips "Stay there. I want you to ride me". The only response Louis has is a strangled moan, nodding his head franticly.
Their lips join again, moving fluidly as Louis grabs Harry's wrists guiding his hands and placing them on his ass cheeks. Harry takes the hint, squeezing Louis' left cheek playfully, giggling into his mouth. Removing one hand, he reaches off the bed and into his bag next to the bed, pulling out the lube.
Their lips break apart again as Harry slicks his fingers slightly, making sure to not over do it as he knows Louis loves to feel the burn slightly. He presses his fingers against Louis puckered hole, teasing him, feeling the ring of muscle tensing in anticipation.
"Fuck" Louis gasps pressing his ass back into Harry's hand. Harry pushes one finger inside slowly. Louis so tight, clinging on to his finger. He quickly builds up a rhythm, slipping in another finger, then another until Louis is desperate, pressing back, practically fucking himself on Harry's fingers.
"Shit, your fingers..." Louis pants and Harry pushes them deeper. Harry sees the desperation in Louis' eyes, knowing he needs it soon so he retracted his fingers from Louis' hole and reaches off the bed again to get a condom.
Louis shuffles down the bed and takes Harry's dick in his hand, giving the younger boy some relief, stroking quickly. Harry lets out a deep moan, throwing his head back into the pillow with pleasure. Louis' always been good with his hands. Harry's back arches as Louis licks the tip of Harry's cock, teasing him with small kitten licks until Harry pulls on Louis' hair to get his attention. He tosses the condom at the blue eyed boy and Louis proceeds to roll it onto Harry's cock
.
Louis moves back up to straddle Harry's hips, lining himself up before slowly sinking down onto Harry. Louis' mouth drops open in pleasure, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, trying to relax so that Harry can fuck him as soon as possible.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Louis sighs quietly as if he can't help the noises that come out of his mouth. Louis slowly starts to ride Harry, starting off in a steady rhythm. Their hips are moving together, as Louis' comes down Harry's tilt up meeting Louis with a moan, heated pleasure prickling their skin.
The sun cuts through the curtains, giving Louis' already tanned skin an extra glow and Harry's eyes are fixed on Louis' chest as a drop of sweat rolls down onto his stomach. Louis presses his trembling hands to Harry's chest to steady himself as they move at an excruciatingly slow pace, Harry's skin burning at the touch. Louis sinks down hard this time and both boys let out helpless moans, lost in the way their bodies are connected, moving together like one.
"Fuck, Louis, you're so fucking tight" Harry slurs, intoxicated by the way Louis can roll his hips. He stares up at Louis and butterflies swirl around the arousal in his stomach. He watches as Louis throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehand and he's never looked so gorgeous, coming undone. Harry always loves the way Louis gets a tint of pink of his cheeks that travels down his neck and spreads over his chest which is it's even more noticable when the sun is shining onto his sweat slicked skin.
Louis looks down at Harry as their hips move slightly quicker. Harry has to remind himself that they actually have time to savor the sex but it's so hard for him when Louis looks at him like that, like he's the only person in the world, especially when he has his dick buried inside of Louis. And as if the look isn't enough, Louis then takes his bottom lip in between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth, moaning as he throws his head back once again.
Harry gasps and grabs at Louis hips, circling his thumb in the deep V that leads down to Louis hard cock. He looks at the shining tip and licks his lips wishing he could take it in his mouth. Plenty of time for that he thinks, but right now he focuses on thrusting harshly into Louis knowing neither of them will last much longer.
His hands travel down to grip Louis thighs, nails digging in, and his rhythm is becoming erratic now. He's so close and he can tell Louis is also by the way his back arches and the moans and growls just pour out of his mouth.
Louis looks down at Harry and runs his hand through the curly hair, smiling, when Harry growls at his touch. He reaches down and closes his fingers around Harry's wrists, tightening his grip as he gets closer and closer to falling over the edge. Their hips are moving fast and hard now, Louis' ass slapping against Harry's legs. Any sort of rhythm they had has been forgotten about, orgasm is their only goal now.
Dirty little wet "ah" sounds fall from Louis' mouth as the moans ripping from Harry's throat get louder and their moving so hard and fast that it's hard for them to remember their own names, yet they never forget each other's, sighing and calling each other in pleasure soaked voices.
" Harry, ngh, I'm so close, ugh, I'm going to come" Louis proclaims desperately, right on the edge. He releases Harry's wrists and Harry moves his hands back to Louis' thighs. Louis plants his hands back on Harry's chest, pressing down as he rides Harry hard. Harry moves one of his hands to Louis' cock, keeping the other on his thigh, pumping, coaxing Louis to orgasm, feeling the muscles in Louis thigh ripple as he comes closer and closer to achieving climax.
"Harry" Louis rushes out as a warning before coming, wet and sticky over Harry's chest, the filthiest noises Harry has ever heard erupting deep from Louis' chest. Louis keeps moving as he rides out his orgasm and Harry can't take it anymore, his whole body is vibrating, he's never known such ecstasy. Louis muscles clench around Harry, still feeling his orgasm rattle through his body. Harry's back arches as he lets go inside of Louis. Louis continues moving, working Harry through his orgasm until Harry has ridden out his orgasm. He pulls off of Harry and crashes to the mattress in the space next to him, where he was sleeping a mere 40 minutes ago.
Louis looks over to Harry, eyes closed, chest heavy still trying to catch his breath. Louis reaches for a tissue and cleans Harry's chest the best he can while Harry lies back and examines Louis face which is still flushed from orgasm. His hair is a mess and he is still shining with sweat but it just makes Harry love him more, for the fact that he can still look so amazing when he's looking like a mess.
Harry closes his fingers around Louis wrists, imitating the older boy's earlier actions and pulls him close. Louis snuggles in, breathing in Harry's scent, even more potent after the heavy sex session. Harry feels completely content knowing that as long as he has Louis in his life he will always be happy. He looks down at Louis just in time to catch his eyes closing. His own eyes begin to get heavy, slowly shutting, and as he mulls over his last thought the butterflies that Louis always bring return to flutter around his stomach.