You're Name is on My Lips, Like My Only Prayer.
TITLE: You're Name is on My Lips, Like My Only Prayer.
RATING: Hard R
SUMMARY: Phonesex. That's pretty much it. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's Burning Desire.
Louis knows that Harry is touching himself; How does it feel? He asks and squeezes himself trying to ease the pressure building deep inside him.
Good. Harry grunts wedged in between two intakes of breathe. And Louis can already imagine him - long, lean, and pale. Stretched across his bed, arms and legs bent and fingers searching inside himself.
They could be together but it’s bordering on an indecent time of night and the rain won’t stop; pelting against the window steady and soft with rolls of thunder. But Harry can’t sleep, doesn’t like to sleep alone, and won’t stop texting Louis all his thoughts. Every thought more obscene than the last - of his touch on Louis and vice versa. How much he wants to feel Louis around him, inside him, and all the spectacular things they could get up to at that moment if Louis hadn’t chosen to go home after dinner.
You are more than I can handle sometimes, you know? Louis says stroking up, thumbing the tip like he knows Harry would. They’ve been doing this so long that Louis can almost feel Harry’s body next to him; virtually burning beside him, his limbs and body nearly overwhelming Louis’s smaller frame.
Harry only gives a huff as an answer and Louis knows he’s grinning. Louis can see it in his mind, and if they were together he would lick into his mouth and wipe that smile off and make him focus on what Louis was doing to him. There’s a small sigh that interrupts Louis’ thoughts.
Did you add another finger? He asks already knowing the answer because the sigh sounds so full of relief and Harry only makes that sound when he finally gets what he wants; like Louis’ been making him wait for ages.
Louis increases the pressure on his cock because he knows how tight Harry always is. Louis cradles the phone to raise a hand to pinch and tug a nipple. I want you to use your other hand to stroke your cock.
The answering moan is enough to tighten the knot inside Louis another notch. He can feel himself wanting to tighten that knot until he spills over but resists because he wants to wait for Harry to get their first. He slows himself down but maintains the pressure.
I want you to come Harry. Louis says low and raspy. He’s trying to keep the want from his voice; trying to sound unaffected.
Tomorrow, I’ll come over. And I’m going to do all those things you texted me. You’re going to be hurting by the time you -. Louis doesn’t get to finish because a strangled moan comes through the line followed by a few gulps for air. Louis knows if they were together, he would be kissing Harry’s soft, red lips. Taking away his breathe as his orgasm streaks through him. He wants Harry prone body beneath him; taking everything Louis gives him and giving everything he can.
Louis is the only word he can hear. He’s speeding up his strokes, taking his free hand to pull at his balls. I want you Louis, you make me feel so good. Harry rumbles his voice slow and thick like molasses; like he’s just waking up. I want you to take me Lou. Only you, Lou.
And Louis wishes Harry was right beside him so could kiss his sweet lips as he feels himself finally let the knot inside him loose.