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Louis could see an opportunity when it stood before him in skinny jeans and a fancy ass blazer that was far too posh for the shitty club they were in. Maybe that was why he was there in the first place - dirty, grungy, too much smoke on the ceiling, and a fucktonne of people who didn't give a shit.
He was almost too young to know the name Harry Styles, former rockstar who'd risen to the top eleven years ago and crashed into dust about four years later. Yet it had been his favourite music back when he was younger and the incredibly attractive singer had been the star of his first wet dream. At the time he hadn't quite understood why the band was making less music, eventually fading off and becoming a distant memory to the music world, but his name popped up every once in a while after each new scandal and Louis understood more and more what was going on.
There were less stories in the last couple years, stories of rehab and settling down the most of it, and he didn't have a drink in hand so, Louis figured it might be alright to walk over and say hello. Hopefully a little more if he got his way.
"Hey." Louis stepped up next to him, the crowd thick with hardly enough room to breathe. Harry had a few people near him, clearly with him, but Louis wasn't convinced they were the singer's friends. He didn't pay them any attention, and they did the same.
"Hey." Harry said back, a smirk on his lips as he looked him up and down.
"I'm Louis." He introduced himself, stepping that much closer to the taller man. With the once-over he'd just gotten, Louis figured it was wanted. Harry was almost thirty, but still in shape with wild curls and gag me lips. It was almost unfair. Louis hoped he'd age that well.
"Harry." His voice certainly hadn't changed one bit either since the last time Louis had heard it. Probably in some interview many, many years ago.
"Are you here to stand around, or do you want to dance?" Louis said straight to the point.
"Looks like I'm here to dance." Harry smiled brightly and placed a hand at his waist to guide the two of them to the dance floor.
Soon enough they had joined the other dancers in what could hardly be considered dancing, but Louis loved even better. What better way to tell if someone was going to be a good fuck than by how they grind on the dance floor?
Louis wished he could go back to his twelve year old (hella confused) self and let him know that yes, very gay and definitely getting that dick. If the way Harry was feeling him up was anything to go by. He'd always known Harry lived in the city, but London was a big place and Harry had been pretty much incognito for several years now. Louis would consider this a lucky day.
"How old are you?" Harry spoke directly into his ear, voice low and husky.
Louis frowned at the question, but remembered one of the scandals behind Harry's name and understood why he'd feel the need to ask. He turned his face to the side, and Harry bent low to hear him. "Twenty."
"Proof?"
He turned around and pressed up against him, reaching a hand down and grabbing Harry's belt, tugging sharply once, "How about I prove it in the cab, hm?" He could see Harry thinking, and getting a little bored with the conversation leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
If he was all warm and tingly and desperately horny before, well... He may have made some sort of noise he was going to vehemently deny making later. He was ridiculously hard from just a bit of making out, but this was Harry Styles, wet dream of the ages, and he felt it was justified. It didn't help that he was a very good kisser, and his hands were huge and had gone straight to his bum to grip him tightly.
Louis brought his hands up, his fingers grazing across his toned stomach and chest, up to his shoulders then his hair. He dug his fingers in his curls, tugging hard enough to part their lips. He looked up at Harry, cheeks flushed and lips kissed out, and let out a shaky breath at the needy gaze directed straight at him. "So?"
"Fuck. Yeah, yeah let's go."
Harry took his hand and practically dragged him out of the club. They took the back door, a fancy car (Louis was guessing at Mercedez) with tinted windows was waiting for them. Harry opened the door to the back seat and gestured Louis to enter first, following quickly after.
Once in the vehicle Louis briefly noticed the chauffeur in the front seat, kind of recognizing the face as one of the people who'd been inside the club with Harry earlier, but his focus was soon drawn elsewhere. As soon as Harry had taken a seat and closed the door he moved to straddle his lap.
"To mine." Harry told the driver before allowing the boy on his lap to have his full attention.
Louis kissed him again, rolling his hips and grinding against Harry. His hard-on had slightly softened with the cool London air, but he was quickly heating up all over again. Harry was leaning back against the leather seats, letting Louis do whatever while his hands touched anywhere they could, under his t-shirt and up and down his thighs and back to his bum, as if he wanted to touch everything he could reach.
After a minute or so Harry moved his head to the side, breaking their kiss. "You still owe me proof." He sounded breathless and positively sinful.
A little upset by the sudden pause in their fun, Louis moved just enough to grind down at the perfect angle to make Harry moan. Maybe he was hard as fuck, but so was Harry and he knew how to take advantage of that. But he still sat up and reached into his front pocket to pull out his wallet. Harry was twenty-nine (if Louis remembered correctly) and from a legal standpoint it made sense he'd want to be sure. Especially with all the shit he'd gone through.
After a bit of struggling with the tiny wallet he pulled out his license and handed it to Harry to read over the birth date.
"You're lookin' at a real 90's kid over here. Twenty years later it's all shitty homework and fucking strangers." Louis grinned, pleased with the laugh he pulled from Harry.
Harry handed back the license, a sheepish grin on his lips, "Sorry, babe. Probably seems weird, but I swear there's a reason for my madness."
"It's cool." Louis shoved the I.D in its place and put his wallet back in his pocket, "I'll take it as a compliment."
Harry leaned forward and attached his lips to his neck, marking it up so it'd show in the morning. Louis moved his head to the side, biting his lips to hide his moans, but his hips continued to move without his consent.
"H-how long until-"
"Soon." Harry interrupted, biting down harder just to hear Louis moan loudly.
His skin was boiling, and there was the familiar pressure in his stomach. The last thing he wanted was to cum in his jeans before they'd even stepped foot in the house, but he could hardly bring himself to stop. He couldn't have been more grateful for the full stop of the car forcing them to part to exit the vehicle.
"Thanks, mate." Harry said to the driver, but was already opening the back door and stepping out before he could say a response.
Harry extended a hand to help Louis out of the car, and he took it happily. A sexy prospective fuck was always nice, but a sexy, gentlemanly, prospective fuck was even better.
Louis finally took a look at where they were, and despite knowing full-well who Harry was, he was still astounded by the enormous house in front of them.
It was definitely too big for one person. Louis was convinced there was an entire country hiding in it.
Harry led him inside, clumsily slipping his key into the lock and pulling them through the front door. "Bedroom?" Harry asked, already leading them there once they'd taken off their shoes at the front door.
"Yeah."
Down a couple halls Harry opened the door to a surprisingly plain bedroom. Louis had expected something a little more... cheerful? There were white walls, a bland bedroom set, and regular brown sheets on the bed. There was nothing on the floor and no pictures or anything of the sort on the walls or on the dressers.
Though he was tempted to say something on the matter, his attention was quickly drawn back to Harry as he pulled him in for a hard kiss, reaching down and effortlessly picking him up. Instinctly Louis wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, somehow more turned on than he'd been previously. Oh how he loved being manhandled. And he loved when a man could manhandle him.
Harry brought them to the bed, laying Louis down and letting him settle with a pillow beneath his head, and crawled on top of him, hardly giving him time to breathe between kisses. Louis pulled off Harry's blazer and threw it aside, hands pulling off the plain white t-shirt next. He was even fitter than Louis had thought and his tattoos still looked hot as fuck.
Harry had his face buried in his neck, kissing and sucking, making even more bruises. Louis wasn't usually too fond of the hickey thing, but he could tell Harry loved it, so he figured he'd indulge him this once. He pulled back long enough to pull off Louis' shirt before returning to kissing down his stomach.
"How much did you have to drink tonight?" Harry asked, kissing right below his navel. He looked up at him, waiting patiently for a response.
Louis stared at him a moment, not too sure what he was talking about, "Uh, like one drink."
"Okay, sorry. Just wanted to be sure. You don't taste like alcohol or anything, I thought I should ask though, anyways." He mumbled, going back to kissing his stomach. He started working on taking off Louis' jeans.
"Oooh," He said realizing what he was talking about, "Scared of taking advantage of lil' ol' me?" Louis laughed, and Harry glared up at him, mildly offended.
"There's nothing wrong with-" Harry started to defend himself, but Louis interrupted him.
"It's alright, Harry. Come now, let me show you exactly how sober I am." Louis pushed him off, making him land on his back next to him, and he quickly moved to straddle his hips once again. He could feel Harry's cock pressed against his bum, still trapped in his too-tight jeans. Louis moved his hips in little circular motions, pressing against Harry's erection.
Harry had his eyes closed, mouth parted and breath coming out in little puffs. His hands were gripping Louis' thighs tightly, fingers digging into the material of his jeans. His own hips were moving up, meeting Louis' short bouncing movements.
He eventually opened his eyes, looking up at Louis with a heated gaze, "Gonna ride me, baby?"
Louis stretched his arms up, seeming indifferent to the obvious torture he was putting Harry through, "May-be." He singsonged. He placed his hands on Harry's chest and bent his face closer, kissing him softly. "But you gotta say please!" He teased, pulling back.
"Yeah, okay. Please ride me, baby." Harry said without second thought.
He straightened up again, "Where do you keep the lube? Got a condom, too? I have one on me, but probably not your size."
"I got it." Harry turned a bit to the side, a tad difficult with Louis' weight on his hips, and reached into the nightsand to pull out what they needed. "Fuck, stop that." He bent a leg, effectively stopping Louis from bouncing on his crotch any further. He didn't even realize he was doing it, but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying the effect he was clearly having on Harry.
Harry settled back down and placed the bottle of lube and the condom packet on his stomach, "There we go."
Louis stepped off the bed and hastily pulled off the rest of his clothing, Harry doing the same. In no time at all he was back to straddling Harry completely bare, quite fond of the position. He swiped a finger through the small dab of precum on Harry's stomach, where his dick was hard, red, and leaking, and brought his fingertip between his lips and sucked it clean. He couldn't deny he didn't like the way Harry was looking at him, full-on horny and needy.
He took the bottle of lube in hand, popping the lid and squirting a good amount in his hand. He spread it across his fingers, bending forward and placing one hand on Harry's shoulder to keep himself balanced while his other hand took care of prepping himself. Harry's hands travelled down his back and to his bum, gripping his cheeks and spreading them apart. The first finger slipped in easily, and he quickly put in a second one. He was making a mess with the lube, but that was one thing he wouldn't complain about.
Harry reached for the discarded bottle of lube and spread some across his fingers, reaching down to Louis' hole, "Is it okay?" He asked, voice cracking with need.
Louis was already panting slightly with two fingers, but the idea of having Harry's large fingers in him was too much to refuse, "Yeah, yeah." He was going to pull out his fingers, but Harry gripped his wrist and kept his hand in place.
"Keep them in, yeah?"
"Okay." He continued to move his fingers, waiting for Harry's to join. He hated fingering himself, too impatient to do it well and hands too small to feel quite right, but he loved when his partner would do it (if they did it well, that is).
Harry slipped in one finger with little resistance, Louis' hole already hastily stretched from his own erratic movements, but Harry took it slowly. Their fingers brushed against each other, Louis' not quite getting to the knuckle with his shorter reach, but Harry was going in all the way easily. After a short moment Harry pressed in a second finger with a little more struggle than the first one.
"Fuck, Harry, come on." Louis had bent down as much as he could, resting his upper body on Harry and doing his best not to put pressure on his aching dick. He really needed to get properly fucked, and the sooner the better.
"You think you're good?" Harry asked, continuing to move his fingers in and out, picking up speed and twisting the angle until he landed on his prostate. He smiled smugly when he found it, eliciting a beautiful moan from Louis' lips.
"Yes, yes, yes, fucking Hell. Just get on with it will you?" Louis pulled his fingers out, as did Harry, and pushed himself into a seated position. His breath was heavy and there was already sweat in his hair, yet they hadn't even begun the best part.
With shaky fingers Harry picked up the condom packet, gently tore it open and placed it on himself. Not the easiest task with one lubed hand, but he was determined. Louis took the lube again and placed more in his hand, and once the condom was on, he grabbed Harry's dick in his hand and started spreading the lube on it. He pressed his hips down firmly when Harry started moving his own hips to try and get more pressure from Louis' hand.
"Patience, Harry, patience." Louis chided teasingly, as if he wasn't feeling just as desperate.
He moved up until he could align himself properly, Harry's hands digging into his waist. He reached behind himself and grabbed Harry's dick, lining it up and sinking down on it slowly.
"Fuck." He groaned softly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment while he enjoyed the feeling of being filled up. They'd done a good job of prepping and it didn't hurt, and he was quickly able to start rocking his hips. His hands went to Harry's chest and he used them for support as he moved up and down, the smooth glide of cock inside him familiar and fantastic.
Harry met his movements, pressing up as he moved down, and watched Louis' face and lips as he moaned and gasped when he hit his prostate. "So gorgeous, Louis. Fuck, so good." Harry babbled almost nonsensically.
Louis kept bouncing until his thighs started to burn, unfortunately having spent so much time grinding on Harry's lap his legs were already fatigued. When it got to the point he could hardly continue, he bent forward and pressed their chests together and let Harry do the work, "Thighs hurt." Louis mumbled sheepishly against Harry's shoulder.
Harry placed his feet down on the bed and bent his legs, fucking up into him, "S'all good, baby." His hands were squeezing his hips and forcing Louis to push down as he continued to thrust up.
The angle wasn't quite as good, but there was far more friction on his cock that was trapped between their chests and it was fantastic. He buried his face in Harry's neck, sweaty and panting, letting Harry guide his thrusts with the hands on his hips without any protest. "Need more, Harry."
"Flexible?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Louis replied quickly, knowing what he meant and he was definitely up for that.
Harry slowed his hips, wrapped his arms around Louis and held him steadily as he gently flipped them over so Louis was on his back with his knees drawn to his chest. Louis was quite impressed how he could do that without taking his dick out of his ass, but figured he'd pat him on the back when he wasn't busy getting fucked. Harry maneuvered Louis' legs over his shoulders, bent forward and gripped the sheets on either side of Louis. Now comfortable in the new position, he started thrusting again, this angle far better.
He went hard and fast, taking Louis by surprise. One of his hands went up to the banging headboard, using it as support against Harry's hard thrusts, and his other hand gripped Harry's biceps tightly, "Jus' like that, Harry, so good." He could hardly stop his moans, his thrusts meeting his prostate almost every time.
There were tears in his lashes and his thighs were shaking with exhaustion and need - he needed to cum so bad. His cock was aching, leaking precum against his stomach, and he desperately wanted to get a hand on himself, but it wasn't often that he could feel like he could actually cum untouched. He just needed a little more.
"Harry, please, please." He begged, not quite sure what he wanted exactly.
Harry leaned even further forward, placing sloppy kisses on Louis' face and neck. He whispered softly, voice low and husky, "Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum from just my cock? Come on, baby, cum all over yourself."
And he did. Almost on command, which would have been a tad more embarrassing if he had the energy to think on it. He came all over his stomach, and with Harry bent down so much he got some on his own chest as well.
While he was catching his breath, only mildly difficult with Harry still thrusting as he chased his own orgasm, he finally stilled as he came into the condom. Louis moved his legs off of Harry's shoulders, giving him the room to move forward and lay down on Louis, pressing their chests together (which was very much unnecessarily messy). He moved his face to the side, avoiding a mouthful of hair, and wanted to lay down properly, but unfortunately Harry hadn't bothered to pull out making him unable to do so. He placed his heels on Harry's back, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
"Heya, curly." He tugged on his hair gently to get his attention. Harry mumbled something he didn't catch, despite his face being right next to his own. "Gonna pull out sometime today? I'd like to have my arse back, thank you very much."
Harry pulled back, face red from either exertion or embarrassment, and sat up slowly, pulling out as Louis requested. Louis placed his sore legs down on the bed on either side of Harry, watching him as he tugged off the condom, tied it up, and gently placed it on his side table.
"I'll get a flannel." Harry spoke softly, the room was quiet and the air was thick with the scent of sex - he didn't want to break that. He slipped off the bed, being mindful not to trip in his exhausted state, and disappeared behind a door to the side.
Of course Harry would have an en-suite bathroom.
Louis sighed. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering briefly what he should do.
He'd never had a one-night stand while completely sober. He wasn't always black-out drunk, but he was usually at least a little inhibited. It gave an excuse to turn away and go to sleep, avoid talking or discussing anything. It was the excuse for it being a one-night stand. He didn't think Harry had any intentions of it being anything other than that, and Louis didn't either (despite not being completely averse to a phone number. Maybe), but at least being drunk dispelled the awkwardness.
It wasn't awkward yet, but surely it would seep in as time went on.
Harry came back into the room with a wet washcloth in hand and walked over to the side of the bed. He'd already cleaned himself off, and he used the cloth to clean up Louis. He let him, watching sleepily as he passed it across his chest, hands, and his thighs and bum. The lube really had gotten everywhere.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked as he was cleaning him up.
"Yeah, m'alright. Sleepy." It was something past two in the morning, and though he'd been out at a bar, he hadn't actually intended to sleep late. Or fuck somebody.
Harry tossed the dirty cloth into a laundry basket in the corner, "Alright, bedtime." He nodded at Louis, a resolute pout on his lips.
Louis laughed, watching affectionately as Harry stumbled over to the light switch and pressed it down. He hadn't even noticed earlier, but Harry must have turned on the bedroom lights when they'd first walked into the room. Louis moved around and slipped under the covers, pulling them up to his chin. He was a little wet because of the cloth, but the bed was comfy and the pillow squishy, he was sure he could fall asleep in seconds.
Harry somehow made his way to the bed without tripping and falling, climbing in between the covers and moving closer to Louis. He threw an arm over his waist and cuddled into his side.
He didn't move, just let Harry make a teddy bear out of him. Somehow, it hadn't gotten awkward, despite the both of them being stone-cold sober. Maybe it was the fact they both knew what to expect from the situation that made it easier to be comfortable, or maybe it was something else altogether. Louis didn't really care - it was nice.
"G'night." Harry mumbled against his shoulder.
"Night."
Louis placed his cheek against a head of curls and closed his eyes, sleep consuming him easily.