The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

(Harry's POV)

I insert the key into the lock of the door to me and Louis' flat, turn it, and he straight-up pulls me inside, slamming the door.

"What took you so long, Harold?"
"Louis I got off the phone with you five minutes ago-"
"You know what, I don't care, I need you now." I smirked and turned us around, pushing him up against the wall. He giggled innocently as I crashed my lips down onto his. Our lips move together in perfect harmony and we slowly make our way to the bedroom. I push him down onto the sheets and he lands with a soft thud.

"I take it you missed me, babe?" He smiled.
"You have no idea, boo." I ripped both of our shirts off and latched my mouth onto his neck, and smiled proudly as he let out a little moan.

I then began moving down, kissing along his chest and toned abs. I traced his v-line with my tongue and pulled his trousers down, playing with the waistline of his tight boxers.

"Do you want me, Lou?"
"Harry..." he whined.
"Answer me."
"Y-yes, want you, need you, n-need it so bad, please Harry..."
"That's what I like to hear."

I pulled his boxers down, freeing his erection, and kissed the tip. He whimpered and I took it as a signal to continue. I took him into my mouth, and sucked slowly as he fisted the sheets in his hands until his knuckles turned white. I swallowed around him a few times and purposefully gagged, knowing it would send him over the edge.

I pulled off and began to pump his length furiously with my hand.

"Com for me baby, you're safe."

And with that, he came undone under my touch, I opened my mouth, catching as much of his release on my tongue as I could possibly manage.

Notes

Part one and I have no shame. .-.

~Annalisa♥