How Deep Is Your Love (1/1)
Title: How Deep Is Your Love
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1, 642 words
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne
Ships: Louis Tomlinson/Liam Payne
Notes: based off of this prompt at the kinkmeme
Summary: Louis wakes Liam up with soft kisses and they have slow morning sex. Louis then offers to make Liam breakfast in bed, but comes back in the room with two bowls of cereal because that's all he knows how to make.
Their bodies were entangled in one another, fingers intertwined. The heat of their bodies almost suffocating. Louis always woke up first, and he’d gaze at Liam almost admiringly. He could stare at Liam for hours, almost, he was just that beautiful. And he wished that they never had to leave this bed. He felt like they truly belonged to each other here, their bodies and hearts so close. He memorized Liam’s body; he knew every freckle and every crook. He wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life, if he could.
He gingerly pressed his hand against Liam’s cheek. Liam stirred and furrowed his brows and winced up at Louis, “S’matter?”
“Just looking,” Louis smirked.
Liam groaned and rolled over on his back, “Not today, Lou.”
“What? I can’t spend some time with my lovely boyfriend in the morning before the day starts and we have to face the chaos out there that we call life?” Louis wrapped his arms around Liam and snuggled his face into the crook of Liam’s neck.
“No,” Liam’s muffled voice came from the pillow.
“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine,” Liam teased.
“Fuck off.”
Louis chuckled, tickling Liam’s neck with his own stubble, “Don’t be such a grouch.”
“It’s eight in the morning,” Liam murmured. “Why are we even awake?”
“You’re just so pretty,” Louis hissed into his ear causing chills to wrack his body. “It’s hard to sleep next to you sometimes.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly easy with you either. You thrash around all night. You snore. And now you’re waking me up at eight in the morning so you can cuddle me and tell me I’m cute which you could do any other time but now.”
“You’re so whiney,” Louis mocked hurt. “I can’t show you that I love you?”
Liam rolled over so he was facing Louis’ bright blue irises. They almost seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that danced through the open curtain in the window. And now Liam was almost, if not grudgingly, happy that Louis had woken him up. He always looked so good in the morning, a little bit of stubble and his voice deeper than usual. And sometimes Liam smiled at how lucky he was. That Louis had picked him.
“How are you gonna do that?” Liam raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know, I guess you don’t want to me.”
Liam laughed dryly and traced Louis’ collar bones. He looked up at him through his dark brown eyes and Louis almost felt his heart stop. Sometimes when Liam looked at him he forgot what he was doing, where he was, who he was. And all that mattered in that moment was that look. That look that said so much even if Liam didn’t intend on it. And he knew that this was something he needed to hold on to. This meant more than love in any five star suite. And they were far passed kissing on easy street. And he knew that people looked for something like what they had. No one could take Liam from him, he kept him grounded and made him feel full. He knew it was such a cliché, but he was in love.
“Don’t be such dick,” Liam mused. “You wake me up this early and I want what you owe me.”
“What I owe you?” Louis scoffed.
Liam grabbed Louis by the shoulders and pressed him to the mattress and straddled him and looked down at him with a smirk on his face. Oh, he could look so smug. And Louis wanted to slap the look right off of his face but he was held down, there was no way he could get up. Liam was a lot stronger than he.
“You were gonna fuck me weren’t you?”
Louis almost felt himself blush whenever Liam used foul words. And his cock gave a twitch of approval at the filthy mouth Liam had on him as well. He could be so damn innocent but turn around and be such a smug bastard all at the same time. And Liam knew what he was doing. He grinded himself against Louis’ hard dick, causing him to gasp out.
“Maybe,” Louis panted.
Liam continued to grind himself, “Well, why am I the one fucking you then?”
“I didn’t ask you to hold me down, did I?” Louis gave a sharp thrust of his hips causing Liam to bite his lip and breathe out.
“Go on then,” Liam began removing his clothes promptly and Louis had no choice but to follow suit.
Liam grabbed Louis’ face between his hands and pressed his mouth to his. His lips moved almost frantically, like it was the last kiss they would ever share. But then again, Liam never really did anything half-assed. Louis knotted Liam’s hair in his fingers and traced his tongue around the outside of Liam’s teeth.
“Fuck,” Liam gasped against Louis’ mouth, palming Louis’ swollen length.
“I’m the one in charge,” Louis pinned down Liam this time, staring down at his puffy lips, wet and red from Louis’ lips.
“Then come on,” Liam breathed.
Louis grabbed the lube off the side of the table, gesturing for Liam to spread his legs for him. He slowly stroked Liam’s hole and then applied one digit, and then another, scissoring his fingers slow at first. Liam moaned and jerked his hips up to meet Louis’ hand. He tried to grab ahold of his dick but Louis jerked his hand away instantly.
“You’re gonna come like this,” He growled into his ear.
When he applied his third finger and could feel Liam clenching around him he heard Liam shout out. He came in wet spurts across his stomach, groaning and struggling to find his breath. His eyes were glazed over and he looked up at Louis. Louis smiled and kissed Liam lovingly, murmuring how good he was, how beautiful he was.
He took Liam’s half-hard dick in his mouth and Liam almost yelled in pain. He was too sensitive and Louis’ mouth was working fast, tongue dragging luxuriously slow across the tip of his leaking head. He couldn’t believe how hard Louis got him; he couldn’t believe that Louis made him cum so quickly.
“No, no, Lou,” Liam managed to choke out weakly. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“That’s the idea innit?” Louis smirked as he returned to licking the base of Liam’s cock.
“No,” Liam’s voice was strained, and Louis could tell by his shaking and his red face that he was so close. “Don’t wanna cum like this.”
Louis sat up and resumed stroking Liam’s cock leisurely, “Is that right?”
“I want you,” Liam could barely speak he was breathing so hard. “I want you inside me, Lou. I want to cum with you in me.”
Louis grinned in achievement as he applied more lube to his own hardened length. He was so hard it almost hurt and he pressed his fingers inside Liam once more to make sure he was ready. He slipped inside him slowly, giving them time to both feel the sensations. Liam yelled out in pleasure and pain and Louis almost screamed at the feeling of Liam convulsing beneath him. He pressed tender kisses along the length of Liam’s jawline, suckling on his birthmark as he moved his hips faster. He felt his stomach brush up against Liam’s cock. And his movments were already sloppy and he knew he was close. He wanted to bring Liam off first.
He reached down between them and stroked his thumb across the tip. Liam threw his head back and let out a gruff yell and something that Louis couldn’t quite make out. He stroked his hand up and down Liam until Liam was shaking and begging Louis to let him cum, to make him cum. And he was practically seeing stars as he came all over his stomach and Louis’ chest. Just the feeling of being painted in Liam’s cum was just the thing to send him over the edge and he came shortly after. Spilling himself inside of Liam, gasping out his name and burying his face against Liam’s cheek. Liam stroked the small of Louis’ back and they lay there together for a moment panting and reveling in their climax.
“I’m hungry,” Liam said once Louis was slipping back on his underwear.
“Yes, princess, would you like me to make you something?”
“You can’t cook,” Liam derided with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll have you know,” Louis raised his hand. “That I happened to get regular cooking lessons from Harry when we lived together.”
“Yeah, because he’s the next Jamie Oliver,” Liam rolled his eyes.
“Just wait, you’ll be blown away.”
“I was already blown,” Liam replied dryly. “Now I’m just hungry.”
“Relax, cupcake,” Louis raised an eyebrow. “I’m going, I’m going.”
And Liam was right, and he completely called Louis’ bluff. Louis didn’t know how to make a single thing. He didn’t have the patience for cooking. So instead he just decided to pour them both a bowl of Wheaties. That was just as good as a cream Brule right? He appeared back into the bedroom where Liam was sitting up with his hands folded.
“Of course,” Liam let out a loud laugh.
“Here you are my dear,” Louis handed him a bowl. “Wheaties, my specialty.”
“For living in a house full of girls all your life you’re actually a really horrible cook.”
“You think I actually paid attention to them cooking?”
“Well, this was so sweet, despite I could have done it all myself,” Liam teased.
“Fine, tomorrow you can jack yourself off.”
Liam snorted, “Oh, Lou, you’re so chivalrous, breakfast in bed.”
Louis kissed Liam’s forehead and smiled, “Well, now you know how much I love you. But, what about you? How deep is your love?”
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1, 642 words
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne
Ships: Louis Tomlinson/Liam Payne
Notes: based off of this prompt at the kinkmeme
Summary: Louis wakes Liam up with soft kisses and they have slow morning sex. Louis then offers to make Liam breakfast in bed, but comes back in the room with two bowls of cereal because that's all he knows how to make.
Their bodies were entangled in one another, fingers intertwined. The heat of their bodies almost suffocating. Louis always woke up first, and he’d gaze at Liam almost admiringly. He could stare at Liam for hours, almost, he was just that beautiful. And he wished that they never had to leave this bed. He felt like they truly belonged to each other here, their bodies and hearts so close. He memorized Liam’s body; he knew every freckle and every crook. He wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life, if he could.
He gingerly pressed his hand against Liam’s cheek. Liam stirred and furrowed his brows and winced up at Louis, “S’matter?”
“Just looking,” Louis smirked.
Liam groaned and rolled over on his back, “Not today, Lou.”
“What? I can’t spend some time with my lovely boyfriend in the morning before the day starts and we have to face the chaos out there that we call life?” Louis wrapped his arms around Liam and snuggled his face into the crook of Liam’s neck.
“No,” Liam’s muffled voice came from the pillow.
“Well, aren’t you just a ray of sunshine,” Liam teased.
“Fuck off.”
Louis chuckled, tickling Liam’s neck with his own stubble, “Don’t be such a grouch.”
“It’s eight in the morning,” Liam murmured. “Why are we even awake?”
“You’re just so pretty,” Louis hissed into his ear causing chills to wrack his body. “It’s hard to sleep next to you sometimes.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly easy with you either. You thrash around all night. You snore. And now you’re waking me up at eight in the morning so you can cuddle me and tell me I’m cute which you could do any other time but now.”
“You’re so whiney,” Louis mocked hurt. “I can’t show you that I love you?”
Liam rolled over so he was facing Louis’ bright blue irises. They almost seemed to sparkle in the sunlight that danced through the open curtain in the window. And now Liam was almost, if not grudgingly, happy that Louis had woken him up. He always looked so good in the morning, a little bit of stubble and his voice deeper than usual. And sometimes Liam smiled at how lucky he was. That Louis had picked him.
“How are you gonna do that?” Liam raised his eyebrows.
“I don’t know, I guess you don’t want to me.”
Liam laughed dryly and traced Louis’ collar bones. He looked up at him through his dark brown eyes and Louis almost felt his heart stop. Sometimes when Liam looked at him he forgot what he was doing, where he was, who he was. And all that mattered in that moment was that look. That look that said so much even if Liam didn’t intend on it. And he knew that this was something he needed to hold on to. This meant more than love in any five star suite. And they were far passed kissing on easy street. And he knew that people looked for something like what they had. No one could take Liam from him, he kept him grounded and made him feel full. He knew it was such a cliché, but he was in love.
“Don’t be such dick,” Liam mused. “You wake me up this early and I want what you owe me.”
“What I owe you?” Louis scoffed.
Liam grabbed Louis by the shoulders and pressed him to the mattress and straddled him and looked down at him with a smirk on his face. Oh, he could look so smug. And Louis wanted to slap the look right off of his face but he was held down, there was no way he could get up. Liam was a lot stronger than he.
“You were gonna fuck me weren’t you?”
Louis almost felt himself blush whenever Liam used foul words. And his cock gave a twitch of approval at the filthy mouth Liam had on him as well. He could be so damn innocent but turn around and be such a smug bastard all at the same time. And Liam knew what he was doing. He grinded himself against Louis’ hard dick, causing him to gasp out.
“Maybe,” Louis panted.
Liam continued to grind himself, “Well, why am I the one fucking you then?”
“I didn’t ask you to hold me down, did I?” Louis gave a sharp thrust of his hips causing Liam to bite his lip and breathe out.
“Go on then,” Liam began removing his clothes promptly and Louis had no choice but to follow suit.
Liam grabbed Louis’ face between his hands and pressed his mouth to his. His lips moved almost frantically, like it was the last kiss they would ever share. But then again, Liam never really did anything half-assed. Louis knotted Liam’s hair in his fingers and traced his tongue around the outside of Liam’s teeth.
“Fuck,” Liam gasped against Louis’ mouth, palming Louis’ swollen length.
“I’m the one in charge,” Louis pinned down Liam this time, staring down at his puffy lips, wet and red from Louis’ lips.
“Then come on,” Liam breathed.
Louis grabbed the lube off the side of the table, gesturing for Liam to spread his legs for him. He slowly stroked Liam’s hole and then applied one digit, and then another, scissoring his fingers slow at first. Liam moaned and jerked his hips up to meet Louis’ hand. He tried to grab ahold of his dick but Louis jerked his hand away instantly.
“You’re gonna come like this,” He growled into his ear.
When he applied his third finger and could feel Liam clenching around him he heard Liam shout out. He came in wet spurts across his stomach, groaning and struggling to find his breath. His eyes were glazed over and he looked up at Louis. Louis smiled and kissed Liam lovingly, murmuring how good he was, how beautiful he was.
He took Liam’s half-hard dick in his mouth and Liam almost yelled in pain. He was too sensitive and Louis’ mouth was working fast, tongue dragging luxuriously slow across the tip of his leaking head. He couldn’t believe how hard Louis got him; he couldn’t believe that Louis made him cum so quickly.
“No, no, Lou,” Liam managed to choke out weakly. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
“That’s the idea innit?” Louis smirked as he returned to licking the base of Liam’s cock.
“No,” Liam’s voice was strained, and Louis could tell by his shaking and his red face that he was so close. “Don’t wanna cum like this.”
Louis sat up and resumed stroking Liam’s cock leisurely, “Is that right?”
“I want you,” Liam could barely speak he was breathing so hard. “I want you inside me, Lou. I want to cum with you in me.”
Louis grinned in achievement as he applied more lube to his own hardened length. He was so hard it almost hurt and he pressed his fingers inside Liam once more to make sure he was ready. He slipped inside him slowly, giving them time to both feel the sensations. Liam yelled out in pleasure and pain and Louis almost screamed at the feeling of Liam convulsing beneath him. He pressed tender kisses along the length of Liam’s jawline, suckling on his birthmark as he moved his hips faster. He felt his stomach brush up against Liam’s cock. And his movments were already sloppy and he knew he was close. He wanted to bring Liam off first.
He reached down between them and stroked his thumb across the tip. Liam threw his head back and let out a gruff yell and something that Louis couldn’t quite make out. He stroked his hand up and down Liam until Liam was shaking and begging Louis to let him cum, to make him cum. And he was practically seeing stars as he came all over his stomach and Louis’ chest. Just the feeling of being painted in Liam’s cum was just the thing to send him over the edge and he came shortly after. Spilling himself inside of Liam, gasping out his name and burying his face against Liam’s cheek. Liam stroked the small of Louis’ back and they lay there together for a moment panting and reveling in their climax.
“I’m hungry,” Liam said once Louis was slipping back on his underwear.
“Yes, princess, would you like me to make you something?”
“You can’t cook,” Liam derided with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll have you know,” Louis raised his hand. “That I happened to get regular cooking lessons from Harry when we lived together.”
“Yeah, because he’s the next Jamie Oliver,” Liam rolled his eyes.
“Just wait, you’ll be blown away.”
“I was already blown,” Liam replied dryly. “Now I’m just hungry.”
“Relax, cupcake,” Louis raised an eyebrow. “I’m going, I’m going.”
And Liam was right, and he completely called Louis’ bluff. Louis didn’t know how to make a single thing. He didn’t have the patience for cooking. So instead he just decided to pour them both a bowl of Wheaties. That was just as good as a cream Brule right? He appeared back into the bedroom where Liam was sitting up with his hands folded.
“Of course,” Liam let out a loud laugh.
“Here you are my dear,” Louis handed him a bowl. “Wheaties, my specialty.”
“For living in a house full of girls all your life you’re actually a really horrible cook.”
“You think I actually paid attention to them cooking?”
“Well, this was so sweet, despite I could have done it all myself,” Liam teased.
“Fine, tomorrow you can jack yourself off.”
Liam snorted, “Oh, Lou, you’re so chivalrous, breakfast in bed.”
Louis kissed Liam’s forehead and smiled, “Well, now you know how much I love you. But, what about you? How deep is your love?”