An entire week passed at what seemed like yonks, to Louis, who twinned on about Harry to his best mate Liam Payne twenty-four seven.


“Listen, I’m telling you, mate, I think that you are off you’re nut. There is no way that Styles will be there waiting for you fifth bell. If you really play tonsil hockey with him last week he had to have been taking the mickey of you, that’s the only feasible explanation, besides that you wandered into la-la-land on your way to class,” Liam insisted walking side by side with Louis.
Said lad huffed and pushed up the sleeves of his blazer. “Look, I shouldn’t have told you, but I was under the impression that you, my best mate in all the world, would believe me and back me up, but no instead I get that I’m crackers!”


“I’m sorry, mate, I didn’t mean for you to get so miffed, it all just sounds a bit mental,” Liam apologized.


“I’ve got to go,” Louis retorted and stormed off having half a mind to tell Liam to go take a jump.
But the closer Louis got to where he was supposed to meet Harry, his anger melted away and his pulse jumped up half a notch with every step. He was equal parts excited and nervous; he had ensured that he would have the whole period to devote to the older lad by getting an excuse to miss class entirely.


Louis was so busy up inside his head that he didn’t notice he was there until Harry said something.


“Ah, titch, the willing student, I see you made it two. We’ll do a quick recap of the last one since it has been a week, and then we’ll move onto something new,” Harry informed, his eyes flashing over his student with a devious glint.


Louis nodded swallowing thickly, and wondered if this whole lesson thing was some sort of a kink Harry had, he decided it didn’t matter; he would play the part willingly. And without another word being said, the two boys were tangled together.


Harry skipped the pleasantries and went straight to sticking his tongue down Louis’ throat. Louis didn’t mind though, he let Harry take control, and shuddered at the feeling of Harry’s hand ghosting up the back of his oxford.


Harry trailed his fingertips all around Louis’ torso, causing his skin to tingle afterwards. Louis couldn’t help, but gasp into Harry’s mouth when he lightly flicked the younger lad’s nipple. Harry snorted and tangled his tongue with Louis’, to make sure the former didn’t try to break the kiss and buttoned down Louis’ oxford so that in hung open exposing his smooth lightly muscled chest.


Louis whimpered when Harry smacked his hands away from his curls, and settled for tangling his fingers in the others’ belt loops. Harry must’ve realized Louis’ need for touch because he pulled away from the needy brunette.


“I see you are ready for today’s lesson. There’s only three instructions, be relatively quiet, hold still, don’t interrupt, or else,” Harry lectured slightly out of breath.


Louis finally broke his streak of silence and questioned his instructor, “Or else what?"


Harry smirked. “Or else you will be punished in any fashion I see fit,” he spoke, his hot breath tickling Louis’ ear.


Louis shivered part because of Harry’s breath, and part in anticipation. He honestly hadn’t the slightest clue what was going to happen next. And then in what seemed like a flash and an eternity all at once Harry’s hands were on him, starting at the bottom of his ribcage and slowly, painfully, teasingly, slowly making their way to his waist and then the top of his trousers.


Without warning Harry slipped a slinky finger into Louis’ waistband, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he yanked down the smaller lad’s bottoms breaking the snap in the process. Louis gasped at the rush of air hitting his pants clad erection.


Harry smirked at what he had done. “You’re going to be too easy, titch, so willing.”


Louis gulped at Harry’s words. “A little too willing, dontcha think?”


Harry snorted, baring his teeth. “I’d think you’re pretty spot on, and very tasty. Let’s just see how tasty you really are.”


Louis’ eyes bulged with what Harry implied. “In the hall?”


“We can always forgo the lessons, but in the condition you are in now, I don’t think that would be wise,” Harry said, his lips brushing Louis’ ear all the while.


As if on cue Louis felt his d*** twitch and throb in need. At that point he didn’t care if the headmaster himself took a seat for the show. “It would not, t-teach me,” Louis managed to get out and lent his head against the cool cinderblock.


“Ask me proper,” Harry growled nipping at Louis’ ear.


“P-please teach me, t-touch me no-ow,” Louis whimpered feeling himself harden even more.


“That’s a good little student,” Harry murmured, gave a quick smirk, and placed sloppy wet kisses all the way down from Louis’ ear and stopping just at his pubic hair line.


Louis practically came unglued when Harry stopped; he circled his hips begging for Harry’s touch. Harry looked up, smirking at Louis before debagging him and guiding the very tip of Louis’ member into his mouth. The slight contact had Louis grasping to stifle an intense gasp.


Harry removed his mouth and held a long skinny finger up to his lips reminding Louis the need for silence. He waited for Louis to mimic his movement before going back to what he was doing; taking the very tip of Louis into his mouth, Harry flicked his tongue of the slit causing Louis to roll his shoulders until they dug into the cinderblock.


Louis’ intense reaction to Harry’s every move only prompted him to drag it out slower, only taking a few centimetres in at a time. Louis bit his lip, fighting back the urge to buck his hips. He didn’t know much about oral sex, but he knew that was a no-no, it tended to choke people.


To further drive Louis wild, Harry didn’t start bobbing his head, he instead slowly took all of Louis’ impressive length into his mouth. The younger lad practically screamed when he felt the tip of his d*** touch the back of Harry’s throat. It was maddening.


“F***, f***, f***,” Louis whined trying to keep his voice down.


Harry slowly pulled his mouth off and smirked at Louis, standing up to snog him for a moment before crouching back down. For the third time Harry wrapped his mouth around Louis c*** and only then did he start moving his head. Up and down, up and down, up and down, and Louis was very quickly becoming unravelled, he started pulling at his own hair, because touching Harry’s curls was an apparent no-no.


Harry slid his mouth around to get different positions, causing Louis to whimper and tug at his own hair again. Louis had reckoned that oral would be good, but he had been terribly off the mark, it was fan-f*****-tastic. Harry kept at it for a little while longer before placing kisses on Louis’ thighs in order to get his breathe.


By then Louis was a whimpering mess. He couldn’t stand it any longer he had to touch Harry; he leaned down grabbing Harry’s face in his small hands, and snogged him long and hard. A low growl emanated from the back of Harry’s throat, he slammed Louis back against the wall, minding his head, and starting feeling up and down Louis body, until he finally got to Louis’ d***. Harry worked his hand up and down the length of Louis’ shafted, and licked the back of his teeth.


Louis let out a porn worthy moan that was muted by the other lad’s mouth. Harry chuckled slowly stroking the inexperienced lad. Louis whined, incapable of holding back bucking his hips any longer. Harry gave Louis a squeeze letting him know he was wrong. The younger lad whined, nearly biting the both of their tongues.


Harry smirked into the kiss and quickened the movements of his hand, the sped up friction causing a heat in Louis’ stomach he couldn’t explain proper. He knew he had to warn Harry, but he hated to break the kiss. But he had to.


“H-harry, I’m close,” Louis managed after a few deep breathes.


Harry quirked an eyebrow. “Either I’m losing my touch, or you’re more inexperienced than I reckoned,” Harry mused, flicking his thumb over Louis’ slit a couple times.


Louis scrunched his face up due to how amazing Harry was with his hands. “It’s definitely not you.”


The older lad’s lips quirked up into a smirk and he dropped to his knees again. “Well, then its time I see what you taste like then.”


Harry did his thing once more and put his lanky fingers to use, running them over Louis’ scrotum delicately. Louis bit into the back of his head to keep from screaming out. Harry took Louis’ opportunity to slide his mouth all the way to the base of Louis’ c*** and bobbed furiously.


That was all it took for the inexperienced lad to blow his load. He was careful not to buck his hips, it took a s*** ton of restraint not to choke the upperclassmen, and Harry slowed down his pace before stopping completely once Louis was over his high.


Harry got up to his feet, licked his lips, and snogged Louis a good one before disappearing down the hall, leaving the trembling lad all alone in the hall with his trousers down around his ankles, gobsmacked as to what had just happened.

Notes

Lalala you all have already read this but I am breaking it into chapters and will start posting new ones.

SHow me your gratitude for adding onto this with requests!