Prestigious
8
Liam finally came and retrieved a sobbing mess of a Louis, he wasn’t particularly pleasant, but he didn’t outright rub it in Louis’ face either. But he couldn’t help it and softened up when he saw that Louis just couldn’t quit crying.
A week later Louis had finally stopped crying, but he also had been avoiding Styles like the plague. He didn’t reckon the d*** would have the nerve to seek him out after all that mess. But it turns out Louis was more naïve than he realized.
“Can I borrow him for a bit?” the cocky b****** asked flouncing over to where Liam and Louis were eating lunch.
“F*** off,” was all Liam offered and reassuringly rubbed Louis’ leg under the table.
Louis kept his eyes down, he knew if he looked up at Harry it could either go one of two ways, he would either start bawling, and have to run out of the room or he would get up and follow Harry and neither seemed very ideal.
“That was really only an attempt at being polite. I’m not leaving until I have a private chat with you,” Harry said at first speaking to Liam and then turning his attention to Louis who gave in and looked up at him.
“Absolutely not,” Liam started and got up to his feet.
Louis snatched Liam back down with a shaky grip and looked at him with placating eyes.
“Don’t Li, it’s not worth it. I’ll just go with him and get this over with and then I’ll be right back, okay?” Liam huffed and shot daggers at Harry, but he didn’t stop Louis from getting up and following behind the arrogant bugger.
Louis felt a mix of emotions, anger, sadness, fear, and even excitement; Harry was the sort of person that would destroy a person because no matter what he did to them he still had this way about him that brought out giddiness from the pit of their stomach. Louis was experiencing this first hand and it scared him.
Harry ducked into an empty classroom and shut and locked the door behind him, neither of them saying anything for a long while. Louis had half a mind to leave and he pushed away from the desk he had been leaning against when Harry finally spoke.
“You’ve been a very hard bloke to find,” Harry commented offhandedly like he didn’t know what to say.
“That’s what you drug me out of lunch to say?” Louis asked crossing his arms over his chest. He attempted to side step Harry and head for the door, but the upperclassmen wouldn’t allow that.
“Not particularly. I was just stating a fact,” Harry retorted but then he softened a bit when he saw the look of hatred plastered clear as day on Louis’ face. “Listen now, hear me out. I wanted to admit that was wrong of me to do. I shouldn’t have left you out there.”
Louis began shaking, something like Bruce Banner before he turned into the Hulk, and then every bit of sense that he once possessed flew out of his head. He launched himself at the lanky lad and at first it seemed like he was going to attack him, and in a sense he did.
Harry let out a moan at the bites Louis was leaving on his pale flesh as he tore the elder’s Oxford to s***. It was all very quick and not thought out at all, in a flash both lads were naked. Louis pawing at Harry in the most unrefined animalistic way, and Harry stood there just trying to stay up right.
To keep up with the non-thinking, Louis shoved Harry down on the ground, not even bothering to find a proper surface and climbed on top of him. He bit at Harry again and grabbed a hold of his quickly rising member roughly, trying to make him as hard as possible and nothing more. Harry was a confused mess but he didn’t protest, he just let Louis take control.
Louis fixed his eyes on Harry’s face and bore holes into him as he repositioned himself to where he was hovering over top of his all too familiar member. And without taking proper procedures to prepare, he slid onto Harry’s erection and slammed down onto his hips.
Both lad’s cried out for different reasons. Harry because it felt so d*** good, and Louis because it hurt in the best kind of way. Neither said a word as Louis worked out a shaky rhythm, the only noise between the two was the slap of skin and laboured grunts.
“S***,” Harry finally swore knowing full well he was on the brink of what could be the most intense orgasm he had ever encountered.
A devilish look crossed over Louis’ usually soft features and he bent forward, stopping his motions, and placed Harry’s hand on his member. He coaxed Harry to stroke him at a quick pace, and slowed his movements on top of the upperclassmen to occasional rolls of the hips. This drove Harry wild and pretty soon he got the idea that if he brought Louis closer than he could finish.
But he was wrong, Louis didn’t warn him when he became close. He let Harry’s large hands bring him over the edge and spilled all over them and his pale tummy. Harry cocked is head as if poised to ask a question when Louis jumped up, shoved his leg through his pants, and carried the rest of his clothes out of the room with him.
A week later Louis had finally stopped crying, but he also had been avoiding Styles like the plague. He didn’t reckon the d*** would have the nerve to seek him out after all that mess. But it turns out Louis was more naïve than he realized.
“Can I borrow him for a bit?” the cocky b****** asked flouncing over to where Liam and Louis were eating lunch.
“F*** off,” was all Liam offered and reassuringly rubbed Louis’ leg under the table.
Louis kept his eyes down, he knew if he looked up at Harry it could either go one of two ways, he would either start bawling, and have to run out of the room or he would get up and follow Harry and neither seemed very ideal.
“That was really only an attempt at being polite. I’m not leaving until I have a private chat with you,” Harry said at first speaking to Liam and then turning his attention to Louis who gave in and looked up at him.
“Absolutely not,” Liam started and got up to his feet.
Louis snatched Liam back down with a shaky grip and looked at him with placating eyes.
“Don’t Li, it’s not worth it. I’ll just go with him and get this over with and then I’ll be right back, okay?” Liam huffed and shot daggers at Harry, but he didn’t stop Louis from getting up and following behind the arrogant bugger.
Louis felt a mix of emotions, anger, sadness, fear, and even excitement; Harry was the sort of person that would destroy a person because no matter what he did to them he still had this way about him that brought out giddiness from the pit of their stomach. Louis was experiencing this first hand and it scared him.
Harry ducked into an empty classroom and shut and locked the door behind him, neither of them saying anything for a long while. Louis had half a mind to leave and he pushed away from the desk he had been leaning against when Harry finally spoke.
“You’ve been a very hard bloke to find,” Harry commented offhandedly like he didn’t know what to say.
“That’s what you drug me out of lunch to say?” Louis asked crossing his arms over his chest. He attempted to side step Harry and head for the door, but the upperclassmen wouldn’t allow that.
“Not particularly. I was just stating a fact,” Harry retorted but then he softened a bit when he saw the look of hatred plastered clear as day on Louis’ face. “Listen now, hear me out. I wanted to admit that was wrong of me to do. I shouldn’t have left you out there.”
Louis began shaking, something like Bruce Banner before he turned into the Hulk, and then every bit of sense that he once possessed flew out of his head. He launched himself at the lanky lad and at first it seemed like he was going to attack him, and in a sense he did.
Harry let out a moan at the bites Louis was leaving on his pale flesh as he tore the elder’s Oxford to s***. It was all very quick and not thought out at all, in a flash both lads were naked. Louis pawing at Harry in the most unrefined animalistic way, and Harry stood there just trying to stay up right.
To keep up with the non-thinking, Louis shoved Harry down on the ground, not even bothering to find a proper surface and climbed on top of him. He bit at Harry again and grabbed a hold of his quickly rising member roughly, trying to make him as hard as possible and nothing more. Harry was a confused mess but he didn’t protest, he just let Louis take control.
Louis fixed his eyes on Harry’s face and bore holes into him as he repositioned himself to where he was hovering over top of his all too familiar member. And without taking proper procedures to prepare, he slid onto Harry’s erection and slammed down onto his hips.
Both lad’s cried out for different reasons. Harry because it felt so d*** good, and Louis because it hurt in the best kind of way. Neither said a word as Louis worked out a shaky rhythm, the only noise between the two was the slap of skin and laboured grunts.
“S***,” Harry finally swore knowing full well he was on the brink of what could be the most intense orgasm he had ever encountered.
A devilish look crossed over Louis’ usually soft features and he bent forward, stopping his motions, and placed Harry’s hand on his member. He coaxed Harry to stroke him at a quick pace, and slowed his movements on top of the upperclassmen to occasional rolls of the hips. This drove Harry wild and pretty soon he got the idea that if he brought Louis closer than he could finish.
But he was wrong, Louis didn’t warn him when he became close. He let Harry’s large hands bring him over the edge and spilled all over them and his pale tummy. Harry cocked is head as if poised to ask a question when Louis jumped up, shoved his leg through his pants, and carried the rest of his clothes out of the room with him.
I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
6/15/20