Heat ~ Larry Stylinson one shot.

Summary: Elevator sex.

Word Count: 5,990

Harry and Caroline had been dating for awhile, and it was as if their whole relationship revolved around intimate pleasure. Harry was always one for trying new things in the bedroom, whether it be with toys or just different positions. That’s how Harry and Louis ended up in Spencer’s, buying a few things for Harry and Caroline to try out; much to Louis’ dismay. They headed to the parking garage elevator, as their car was on the fourth floor. The silent elevator ride to the fourth floor was silent, until the silence was ruined by a loud screeching noise and a light shake. The elevator stopped, but the doors remained shut.

“Louis…” Harry whimpered, his eyes shooting to the older boy who usually knew what to do in situations like these.

Louis shook his head quickly, looking around then frowning at his best friend. “No, Haz, don’t worry. They have buttons for when this happens..” Louis tried to comfort, reaching forward and pressing the red button that had a telephone on it. “See. Now someone is going to come to help,” he nodded in reassurance. He stared at the button and noticed it didn’t light up, and nothing happened. He didn’t wanna tell Harry that the button hadn’t worked, so he kept quiet and pretended that help was on its way, but in the back of his mind he was going through ideas of other ways they could get help. 

Harry reached down with shaky hands to grab his phone out of his pant pocket. “Let me try and call Li,” he murmered, typing in the password for his phone. “Lou, there’s no service,” he whimpered slightly, closing his eyes. He ran a hand through his matted curls, tugging on them slightly as he started to sweat. It was already 90 degrees outside, and being stuck in a tiny elevator with his claustrophobia wasn’t a good combination. Louis picked up the iPhone off of the floor and made a face in thought, trying to think of ways to calm the younger boy down. He usually always knew what to do when Harry had panic attacks during thunderstorms and other unfortunate events, but right now, he was stuck. He really had no idea what to do. “Sh,” Louis said softly, placing his hands on Harry’s shoulders to calm him down. “Just calm down, okay? Help is on its way, remember?” Louis smiled at Harry, taking off the thin button up shirt Harry was wearing so he was now only in a tank top.

Harry nodded, not really paying attention to what he was saying. “Yeah,” he muttered, and walked over to the wall. He slid down it slowly, hiding his face in his hands. What if they were never found? What if the elevator broke and they died from the impact? These panicked thoughts were all storming through his mind as he wiped at the sweat that was already forming on his forehead. Louis looked around the rest of the elevator, and looked up, in hopes of seeing some sort of door that was there for electricians when they worked. 

Nothing. 

He sighed and sat down next to Harry, silently thinking of other possibilities. His thoughts were cut short when he felt the shaking body of the boy next to him. 

“Hey.. Hey, stop that,” Louis spoke softly again, turning his head to face Harry. He wrapped one arm around Harry, pulling his body into his. “Its going to be okay. Nothing is gonna happen, I promise.”

Harry buried his face into Louis’ neck, trembling slightly. He had so many fears it was ridiculous. He was afraid of thunderstorms, he had claustrophobia, he was afraid of heights, and he didn’t like driving because he got car sick. The only person who had been around to witness all these fears was Louis; the only person he didn’t want to see him like this. He took his face away from Louis’ neck, the heat being too much already. He leaned his head against the wall and grabbed Louis’ hand, squeezing it tightly. He closed his eyes, his tongue darting out of his mouth to moisten his dry lips. Louis knew the best way to get Harry to forget about things was to distract him with a topic he loved to talk about. The first thing that came to his mind was Caroline. As much as he fucking hated talking about her, and especially hated her in generally, he knew he had to do it to calm Harry down. 

“So what do you think Caroline is gonna think about the stuff you bought?” Louis asked, nodding towards the few bags they had been carrying around all day.

Harry grimaced slightly at the mention of Caroline’s name. In all honesty, he hated her with everything he had in him, she was just a cover so nobody knew about his feelings for Louis. Of course Harry was not the bluntest person, so his feelings for Louis were quickly noticed by their management, and covered up even quicker with Caroline. He ran a hand through his curls, the shaking not stopping. 

“Uhm, I dunno,” he murmured, licking his lips again. “She’ll probably slap me,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Louis chuckled, thinking Harry was joking because he was so convinced him and Caroline had the perfect relationship. Louis reached over to one of the bags and tugged it towards him with his free hand, since he was still holding onto Harry’s. He let go of the sweating hand and reached in, grabbing a water bottle he had from lunch. Once he opened it, he handed the cold plastic bottle to Harry, knowing he was probably in need of it. 

“Well, is she good?” Louis asked, knocking down any boundary that they had. He was curious, and knew he would probably get mad with the answer Harry gave him, so he instantly regretted it.

Harry busted out laughing at the question, and had to take a few deep breaths before swallowing some water. He twisted the cap back on, little snickers escaping his lips. 

“No,” he shook his head, a wide grin on his face. “She’s bloody terrible. She always has to be top because she thinks she’s more experienced than I am,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes once again. He seemed to do that a lot at the thought of her. He looked up at the ceiling, and started to unknowingly toy with the water bottle in his large hands.

Louis’ eyes traveled to the way Harry was handling the water bottle, then quickly looked away once inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind. He closed his eyes and laughed a little, trying to distract himself from the way Harry’s hand moved.

“She’s dominant?” Louis asked, his face kinda wincing when he pictured how she would easily overtake Harry. He wanted to do that. “That’s better than nothing, though,” he tried to encourage, kinda happy that Harry wasn’t pleased with the intimate moments him and Caroline shared. But that didn’t change the fact that Louis thought Harry loved her.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t like being dominant very often anyways. I just don’t like when a girl is dominant,” he shrugged, pressing the water bottle to his forehead. “I mean, she is so bloody annoying. Whenever I get her flowers or something she has a hissy fit because they’re not roses,” he muttered. He looked around them, the small space distracting him again. He pulled off his tank top that was starting to stick to his skin, tossing the fabric onto the pile of bags in the far corner.

Louis took in Harry’s sentence, noticing that he said he didn’t like when girls were dominant. Did that mean he liked when guys were? Louis realized he was probably blowing things out of proportion, so continued on with listening to what Harry was saying. 

“You get her flowers?” Louis asked, feeling jealous for some reason. Obviously he didn’t really care that he didn’t get flowers from Harry, but he was jealous at the fact that he was probably one of the most amazing boyfriends ever, always getting Caroline things. God, the things Louis would do just to treat Harry the way he deserved to be treated. He watched as Harry removed his tank top, distracted by the way his muscles would tense, but quickly looked away before he could stare at his toned abs.

“Well, yeah,” Harry muttered, putting the water bottle in between his legs for a moments to wipe at the beads of sweat trailing down his torso. “Even though she’s a downright bitch sometimes, I always try to make her happy,” he mumbled, placing his hand on the water bottle again. “Don’t know why though. Sometimes I think all she cares about is the publicity she’s getting for dating me. Like, whenever we have sex she gets off of me and sleeps on the bloody couch,” he explained, his fingertip brushing the water bottle cap. 

Louis’ face dropped once he heard how Caroline actually was. A part of him was so fucking happy that he never realized how.. Not close Harry and Caroline were. But another part of him wanted to rip her hair out because of the way Harry was being treated. At least when Eleanor and Louis used to fuck, she stayed and cuddled into him like her life depended on it. Louis didn’t know what to say, so he decided to change the subject so Harry wouldn’t focus on how shitty his relationship was. 

“Don’t worry. If I were her, I’d stay attached to your hip the whole time, because you’re just so cute,” Louis said in a mocking voice, raising his hand to pinch Harry’s left cheek. Of course Louis tried to make it seem like he was kidding, but in reality, he was serious.

Harry chuckled softly, nudging Louis’ hand away from his cheek. “Stoppp,” he whined, rubbing at his cheek. His eyes flickered down Louis’ torso, realizing he still had a shirt on. 

“Aren’t you hot?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. “Here,” he murmured, placing the water bottle in Louis’ lap. “I’d like it if you didn’t die of dehydration, thank you.” he mocked, leaning his head forward a little to ruffle his curls. He knew Louis was trying to change the subject, but now he was just upset. Was he really not good enough for Caroline? For anyone?

“I guess,” Louis shrugged, placing the water bottle on the floor beside their legs. He leant forward and took off the thin long sleeved shirt he was wearing, placing it in one of the bags. “You need this more than I do, though,” Louis pushed the still cold water bottle back to his best friend and stood up, walking around the small space. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and stood on his tippy toes as he walked around once again, attempting to get service. Harry licked his lips absentmindedly as Louis walked around the elevator, his biceps flexing whenever he reached his phone high in the air. He crossed his leg over his other, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes started trailing down Louis’ body, imagining all the things they could do if they were together. He cleared his throat a little at the thought and closed his eyes, placing the water bottle over his crotch so his hard-on wasn’t noticeable.

“Fuck,” Louis groaned in impatience after only a minute of searching for service. He glanced at the time on his phone and sighed, shaking his head. “It’s four already. We’re going to be late at the recording studio and Liam is going to kill us,” Louis made a face at the screen, hating when Liam got mad at any of the boys for being late because it gave you this guilty feeling that couldn’t be ignored. He looked down at Harry and noticed that he was snapping out of the distractions again. 

“Haz, you okay?”

“M’fine,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed so he didn’t have to look at Louis. God, Harry regretted telling Louis to take his shirt off. The problem in his pants wouldn’t go away, and probably wouldn’t be gone for awhile because he was such a ‘horny bastard’, as Caroline would say. He kept one hand over the water bottle on his crotch, while the other hand ruffled his curls nervously again. Louis frowned at Harry, thinking he was becoming nervous again. He hated when Harry got nervous because it led to the panic attacks that made Louis’ heart clench. He looked over at the elevator buttons, pressing each one to see if anything would happen. Nothing. His fist collided with the buttons once he became frustrated. He wanted to get out of this small space so Harry wouldn’t have to worry anymore. But he also liked being in a small space with the boy he was in love with. It meant no managers, no band mates, no fans, no paparazzi, no pressure. Just them.

The problem in Harry’s pants slowly went away as he started thinking about how Caroline was in bed. He had a disgusted look on his face as he thought about it, but was thankful he didn’t have a hard on anymore. For now, anyways. He stood up, the heat getting worse. He tried not to look around him, but he couldn’t help it. His eyes flickered around the little space, his breathing quickening. His body slowly started to shake, his fingers shaking as he pulled on his curls. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, and he covered his eyes with his hands, his body shaking violently now.

Louis’ throat tightened at the noises that came from Harry. It always turned him on when Eleanor made quiet noises like that, it was no wonder he was becoming beyond turned on now that Harry was doing it. He started to absentmindedly chew on the inside of his cheek, always being good at containing and controlling himself down there. He sat back down next to Harry. Louis wanted to pull the younger boy into him and just hold him, but he couldn’t. Harry was hot enough and the heat from Louis’ skin would just make things worse. 

“Harry. Harry, look at me,” Louis demanded softly, staring intensely at the side of Harry’s face.

Harry bit on his bottom lip and slowly looked up to meet Louis’ eyes, his body shaking slightly. He was hot, he was sexually frustrated, and he was claustrophobic. This was ridiculous. His eyes flickered down to Louis’ lips for a few seconds, before he looked back into Louis’ entrancing blue eyes. He licked his lips insecurely; all he wanted Louis to do was kiss him. He could deal without the comforting for now.

“You have to calm down, babe,” Louis frowned through his words, staring into the green orbs. 

He reached his hand out to grab onto Harry’s larger one, intertwining their fingers. He let the pad of his thumb rub the back of Harry’s hand in slow circles. He didn’t even consider the fact that Harry might find this weird. He was too distracted by the piercing forest green eyes to think about anything else. His eyes slowly moved down the features of Harry’s face until Harry’s full lips came into view. God, he loved those lips. They were always so inviting and red. Louis slowly begin to imagine Harry’s lips after a heated make out session. He pictured how swollen and even more red they would be.

Harry noticed Louis’ eyes on his lips, and ignored the goosebumps he felt forming on his skin as Louis brushed his hand. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted Louis to kiss him, and he didn’t want to scare Louis off if he kissed him first. He felt his pants slowly starting to tighten again as he imagined how Louis would look on top of him after they fucked. He tried to suppress a shiver at the thought, and licked his bottom lip slowly with the tip of his tongue as he stared down at Louis’ lips. Louis felt that Harry’s eyes were no longer near the top of his face. His eyes flickered up to notice Harry staring back at his lips. He felt his breathing becoming a little louder, his cheeks feeling a little more warm. Without a second thought, Louis attached their lips in a tight lock, letting out a little satisfied noise when he felt the moist bottom lip of Harry’s on his own. He didn’t move his lips around, partly afraid to pull back and see Harry’s reaction. What he did feel was his heart beating at an abnormal pace in his chest. He practically heard the blood rushing through his body.

Harry let out a strangled pleasured noise deep in his throat, and wrapped his hand around the back of Louis’ neck to deepen the already heated kiss. He pulled at the hairs at the back of Louis’ neck gently, moaning against Louis’ lips. Louis’ eyebrows raised when he felt Harry’s hands on his skin. Was Harry actually getting into it too? He washed away the thought and continued the kiss incase it randomly ended. He began to move his lips against Harry’s, taking in sharp breaths of air every time they pulled away slightly to change the positions of the kiss. Louis decided to make the first move once again when he swiftly slid his tongue into Harry’s mouth, gliding it lightly across the surface of his tongue, then pulling his tongue out once again to close their lips together.

Harry started panting softly, and moved their position. He straddled Louis’ hips quickly, knotting his fingers in Louis’ feathery hair. When Harry noticed that Louis still had his hands at his sides, he groaned in protest. 

“Touch me,” he mumbled against his lips, reaching his hands down to grab Louis’ wrists and placing his hands on his hips. 

He moved a bit closer to Louis, their hips grinding at the friction. Harry gasped loudly in Louis’ mouth, his cheeks flushing a bright pink. Louis felt the uncomfortable bulge in his pants beginning to grow. 

“Shit,” Louis gasped at the same time Harry did. 

In the past Louis had many girls dirty talk him and command him to do things, but he found it annoying. With Harry, he found it to be the hottest thing possible. His finger nails lightly dug into the bare skin of Harry’s sides, pulling his hips down a little more while thrusting his hips up slightly in the process. He let out another shaky groan into Harry’s mouth, noticing their lips were barely touching. It was just open mouths panting their frustrated breaths out. Harry groaned and let his head drop onto Louis’ shoulder, grinding his hips down faster against Louis’. He pulled on Louis’ hair harder, his panting getting heavier. He moved a hand down to Louis’ back and dug his nails into his shoulder, gasping his name every once in awhile. Louis’ hands flew up to rest on Harry’s back. He leant forward, slowly leaning Harry backwards until his bare back was on the cool floor. Louis was now in between the legs of the younger boy, his hands beginning to work on the buttons and zipper of his skinny jeans. 

“These jeans are fucking great until you have to take them off,” Louis growled his complaint against Harry’s lips. His hands gripped inside of the fabric and pulled them down with a few struggles, sighing in relief once they were off. Louis threw them aside then leant down to attach his lips to Harry’s jaw. Harry was in a daze as Louis laid him down on the cold floor. His breath hitched as he pulled his skinny jeans down his legs, letting his head fall back against the ground as the straining was finally gone. He bit his lip at Louis’ words, and moaned loudly when Louis’ started trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. He panted loudly, his hand going to the back of Louis’ head on instinct. He clamped a hand over his mouth to try and muffle the embarrassing moans that escaped his lips.

Louis grabbed a hold of Harry’s hand that was on his mouth and removed it, holding it down on the floor next to him. He sloppily made his way up Harry’s jawline, until he reached the skin beneath Harry’s ear and pressed a few soft kisses there. He lifted his face up so his mouth was right next to the ear that wasn’t covered by his damp curls. 

“Louder,” he commanded. He loved hearing the desperate noises Harry made. It turned him on to no end.

“My god,” Harry panted, his eyes wide at Louis’ words. Louis talking dirty to him was probably the biggest turn on for him; ever. Caroline never turned him on this much, and he never really made any noises in bed with her. With Louis, he couldn’t stop the noises that were flying out of his mouth. 

“Lou, please,” he whimpered, arching his back a little off the floor, moans and groans escaping his swollen lips.

Louis smirked at the trance Harry was in. His hand slid down the side of Harry’s never ending torso and lightly covered the bulge growing in Harry’s trousers. 

“What do you want, Haz?” Louis cooed in an almost-whisper. His bottom lip nudged against Harry’s top lip, loving the way Harry’s lips could be so wet but at the same time it never led to a messy kiss. He opened his eyes to examine how Harry’s face looked when he was aroused.

Harry’s eyebrows were knitted together, and his mouth was slightly agape as his curls stuck to his forehead. He bucked his hips up against Louis’ hand, whimpering softly as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“T-Touch me, please,” he begged, soft pants escaping his pink and plump lips. “God, I just want you,” he whimpered, his back arching a bit higher into the air.

Louis nodded at Harry’s pleas, tugging down the trousers that blocked Louis from pleasing his best friend. Once they were off and to the side, Louis’ throat nearly closed when Harry’s hard-on came into sight. His hand perfectly wrapped around the base of the length. He began stroking his hand up and down slowly, his eyes flickering up to observe the facial expressions Harry would be giving off.

Harry nearly screamed as he felt Louis’ hand on his throbbing hard on, his eyes opening slightly to squint down at the sight. His arms moved around, desperate for something to hold on to, and he just settled to the clothes that were thrown on the floor moments before. Loud moans escaped his mouth, his cheeks flushed a bright red. He gripped the clothes in his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. 

“Louis,” he groaned, bucking his hips up in time with Louis’ stroking.

Louis watched as Harry withered beneath his grip, he smirked to himself and his attention was brought back down to his hand movements when he felt the precum leaking out onto his hand. Louis leant down and began to lap up whatever came out with his tongue, closing his eyes when the warm liquid ran down his throat.

“L-Lou,” Harry cried, his back arching off the floor, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt Louis’ tongue on his cock. “I’m n-not going to l-last,” he breathed, feeling himself reaching his high with each stroke of Louis’ soft hands. He panted heavily, his moans and groans unstoppable now. He felt his stomach start to tighten, as he slowly began to get closer and closer to his release.

Louis didn’t want to watch Harry’s release spread on his hands, he wanted to take it all in. He leant down and wrapped his lips around the head of Harry’s length, pushing his head down all the way so Louis’ mouth was engulfing each inch of Harry’s member. His eyes fluttered close as he began to bob his head in slow movements, but sucking at a hard pace. He let out a few gagging noises when the head touched the back of his throat. Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud scream of Louis’ name as he came inside of his mouth, his knuckles a bright white from gripping the clothing so hard. He took deep and shaky breaths as he slowly rode out his orgasm, his body convulsing slightly. His back slowly lowered itself onto the floor again, his grip on the clothes loosening just a bit. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open, gasping for needed air.

Louis let out a low moan when the liquid seeped down his throat. He pulled back from the member, licking his lips and any other traces of Harry’s release. He watched as Harry tried to calm himself down, becoming slightly harder at the sight in front of him. Louis towered himself over the younger boy again, kissing his open mouth, then pulling back to watch Harry’s facial expressions again.

Harry wrapped his arms around Louis’ shoulders, his breath shaky on Louis’ face. “Holy shit,” he whispered. He leaned up a little to press his lips against Louis’, before flipping their positions, pushing Louis’ back against the floor. 

“My turn,” he growled, trailing kisses down Louis’ neck, sucking right above his adams apple. He moved his hand down to unbutton Louis’ jeans, playing with the hem of his boxers teasingly.

“No Haz,” Louis whined in a protest, clenching his fists. His breathing became uneven, his panting becoming a little more intense. “No teasing. I didn’t tease you,” Louis opened his eyes and stared down at Harry with pleading eyes. His erection was starting to hurt, a feeling he had never gotten before. No one has ever turned him on this much. His hips began to move slightly, reaching down to pull down his own trousers.

Harry smirked, and pinned Louis’ hands to the floor. He hovered his lips over Louis’, brushing their lips together softly. 

“I know,” he murmured, trailing kisses down Louis’ torso. “But it’s so fun,” he whispered against Louis’ nipple, before swirling the tip of his tongue around it and sucking it into his mouth. 

While he did that he pushed Louis’ jeans all the way down his legs, throwing it somewhere behind him. He groped Louis’ through his boxers roughly with one hand, while the other tweaked the nipple he wasn’t already sucking on, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger.

Louis’ jaw dropped open just slightly, trying not to let out any pathetic noises. His breath hitched slightly when he gasped Harry’s name. Louis shook his head in protest, wanting something different than to be sucked off. His hands cupped Harry’s neck, pulling the younger boy’s head towards himself to be close to his ear. “Forget the blow job,” Louis breathed. 

“I want you to ride me,” he admitted, pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s ear. Harry let out a strangled noise, nodding quickly to the demand. He pulled Louis’ boxers all the way down his legs, licking his lips slightly as he saw his raging hard on. He reached over into the Spencer’s bag to pull out a bottle of lube, not even bothering to grab a condom. He wanted to feel all of Louis. He wanted all of him. He crawled back over to Louis and squirted lube onto his hand, wrapping his slender fingers around Louis’ cock to apply the lube. He slid his hand up and down slowly, as he moved his other hand over to finger himself. He sat down, stroking Louis faster as he stuck his lube coated pointer finger inside his arse, moaning softly. He added a second finger, scissoring himself slightly as he tried to relax his muscles.

Louis didn’t know if he should focus on the movements of Harry’s hand on his own cock or the fingers that were working himself. He was way too overwhelmed. The feeling he got when Harry’s wrist flicked certain ways and the feeling he got when he imagined himself being Harry’s fingers. It was just too much. “Harry!” he snapped in impatience, clenching his jaw incredibly tight. He needed to be in him.

The younger boy chuckled at Louis’ impatience, removing his fingers. He bit his lip roughly as he slowly slid down onto Louis’ cock, gasping as he was all the way inside him. His muscles contracted around Louis’ member roughly, and Harry threw his head back to let a loud moan escape his lips. This felt better than Harry ever imagined. Louis closed his eyes in pure bliss. He now realized how different girls and guys were. The feeling he got when he fucked girls was good. He liked feeling of the warmth and wetness he was overwhelmed with. But the feeling with guys.. With Harry, was unbelievable. Harry was tight and heated, which sent Louis into a frenzy. He felt himself shudder when Harry tightened. His hands flew to Harry’s hips, not moving yet to let Harry get used to the feeling of Louis filling him up. Harry took a few deep breaths before nodding, and slowly started to grind his hips down, gasping at the feeling. He let his hands rest on Louis’ thighs, strangled noises escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he moaned, grinding his hips faster, biting his lip roughly to keep his noises in.

Louis opened his eyes to watch the way Harry looked upon his lap. His moans came as strangled noises and low grunts. The way Harry looked turned him on more than anything. He loved the way Harry’s eyes were squinted so tightly shut. He loved the way he was slick with sweat and the way he so easily moved on his lap. Louis tightened the grip he had on Harry and began to thrust his hips up. He continued thrusting upwards until he found that one bundle of nerves. Harry gasped loudly as Louis’ tip brushed against his prostate, his eyes flying open to stare up at the ceiling. He moved himself against Louis’ cock harder, Louis’ thrusts hitting his bundle of nerves each time. 

“Shit, Louis,” he cried, reaching a hand over to stroke himself in time with Louis’ thrusts. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were squeezed shut, his moans echoing around the tiny elevator.

Louis couldn’t take it anymore. He loved the way Harry was riding him, but he felt the need to be in control. He rolled both of the sweaty bodies over so he was once again towering over the younger boy. Louis began to thrust against Harry’s hips until he found the angle that allowed him to smack against the spot. He let out rugged breaths and low grunts, his face close to Harry’s. Harry bit his lip to muffle his scream of pleasure, loud pants escaping his lips. He placed his hands on Louis’ shoulders, clawing into the skin slightly. He breathed heavily on Louis’ lips, leaning up a little to smash their lips together. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was moaning softly into Louis’ mouth with each thrust. 

“Faster,” he begged through the numerous amounts of noises escaping his deep red lips.

Louis’ eyes squinted when he felt the stinging sensation of Harry’s finger nails digging into the skin of his back. He loved that stinging feeling, it just added on top of the pleasure he was feeling everywhere else. Louis locked their lips after Harry released his bottom lip, his movements becoming even faster. A warm feeling grew in his stomach, knowing he was close to his release. His hand reached to grab Harry’s shaft to stroke as his movements were the sharpest and fastest they had been since they started.

Loud, shaky moans flew out of Harry’s mouth and he let his head fall back onto the floor with a loud thud. He grinded his hips down in time with Louis’ thrusts, while at the same time bucking his hips up into his hand. Soon, the amount of pleasure became too much and he was quickly reaching his orgasm. His back arched high into the air, and his mouth fell open as a loud, pleasured scream escaped his porn star-like lips. He clawed into Louis’ shoulders harder, crying out his name as he came into his hand. His thighs shook and he squeezed them together, tightening himself around Louis’ cock.

Louis came into Harry’s heat shortly after Harry had released into his hand. Louis let out one last groan, riding out his orgasm with slow thrusts until he was fully done. He pulled himself out of Harry and rolled over onto the cool floor next to Harry. His pants were heavy, his chest heaving up and down harshly. Louis lolled his head to the side to watch Harry come down from his high. He smiled to himself, not even in shock that this had happened; he was just beyond happy. Harry turned his head to look at Louis, who was already staring at him with a smile on his face. He leaned his head down a little to place a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. 

“I love you,” he whispered, pulling back a little to press their foreheads together. He nudged their noses together, eskimo kissing before he placed a kiss on his nose.

Louis broke out into an even bigger smile, pressing a few gentle kisses to Harry’s lips. He turned on his side and wrapped an arm around Harry’s sharply sculpted waist, pulling him into his stomach. 

“I love you too, babe,” Louis whispered in a strained voice, pressing his nose into Harry’s temple and closing his eyes. “I love you so much,” he whispered in a much quieter voice.

Harry chuckled softly, closing his eyes as he buried his face into Louis’ neck. “I’ve loved you since X-Factor,” he murmured exhaustingly, his voice hoarse. “Management confronted me about my feelings for you, and they gave me Caroline,” he mumbled, slowly falling asleep. He knew he shouldn’t fall asleep in an elevator that could probably open at any time. Louis noticed the younger boy dozing off, and realized he would just later on put his clothes back on him while he was asleep. Louis felt his heart beat in his chest at a faster pace for the millionth time that day. 

“I’ve loved you since then too..” Louis’ voice trailed off as he heard the statement about Caroline. “I broke up with El because it hurt to be with someone who wasn’t you,” Louis admitted, his voice cracking once it hit him that everything he had wished for was now happening.

Harry smiled into Louis’ neck, placing a soft kiss there. “I love you so much, Boo,” he whispered, the smile faltering as he slowly began falling asleep. Light snores started to escape his lips as he was content in Louis’ arms.

An angry Liam would be the least of their problems if the doors opened.