He had a little pent-up anger knowing that Harry had been with someone else, but he tried to focus on making that moment the best. Slowly he began to cover him with kisses, then ran his tongue over those tattoos on his chest, caressing them, kissing them.

Harry heard himself moan, he had never felt what he was feeling before and now it was his turn to kiss him. He spread kisses from his neck, through his chest. When he reached his waist, he looked at him mischievously, and with a smile, he lowered his boxer looking for his member. Louis' penis escaped big and hard toward his face. He loved Louis' member, it was perfect, big and long, and he eagerly wanted to do what he imagined he was doing in that bathroom.

When Louis felt Harry's cold hands on his member, he stiffened and snorted. He put his hands to his head and groaned. At one point, he stood up and looked him in the eye, to tell him, in a broken voice of pain in the company, that he can do what he was thinking of doing.

"Do it, Princess. Bring it to your beautiful mouth"

He had guessed it in his gaze, Harry was as excited as he was and he was dying to grab him, suck him, put him completely in his mouth and play with him.

Harry looked him in the eye for a moment, and then at the penis he was holding between his two hands. He took a deep breath, and lowered his head, he could feel the excitement all over his body. He wanted that more than anything in the world and Louis was waiting for him to make him feel the pleasure they had shared for so long.

He opened his mouth and began to run his tongue over the limb that passes, each passing moment grew bigger and harder. While listening to the gasps of his friend writhing under his body and asking him not to stop. He pleased it, opened his mouth and put it all in, as he could.

Louis was breathing hard, he really couldn't control. He was about to cum in his mouth and he didn't want to do that, not this time. He didn't want something rude. Unexpectedly, he turned away from Harry, who looked surprised and searched his mouth. He kissed him repeatedly while making him roll onto his back.

Harry struggled as Louis stroked him on his lower back, down his hip, and on his thighs, all leisurely as he kissed his neck. Louis started by massaging his crotch, stroking and touching all the most intimate points of his body, which he was completely sure that no one had touched in the way he was doing.

Harry was his.

He was surprised to hear himself asking him to start at once. Louis pleased him, leaned down, spread his legs as far as he could on that little mattress, and began to do with his tongue what Harry had done before on his member. Harry moved beneath him, completely agitated and hot, longing to have him inside and Louis did not disappoint him. First he used his fingers, slowly, and then speeding up the rhythm, moving them until he heard his moan; then he separated from him, smiling. Harry was a bit tight, and Louis loved that feeling. His princess was always tight on him.

Harry sat up and sought his lips, he wanted to kiss him many times while his member was inside him; As he kissed him, his body pressed against his to penetrate him. When Harry lifted his hips as he felt his member between his legs, he knew it was time, he was wet, ready to receive it, and Louis sighed with relief, because he couldn't wait any longer.

He held onto his shoulders and thrust hard, entering him with a single thrust. He was really stiff and that stopped him, he didn't want to be rough this time, he had been that way for two years; but he really wanted to be inside him and that they both enjoyed it.

Harry lifted his hips and groaned, he really liked what he was feeling. He clung to Louis' body and closed his legs to keep him inside him and not let him out yet. Louis looked at him, smiled and understood perfectly.

"I'm not leaving, love," he said. "I still have a lot to do."

He leaned over his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

The heat inside him threatened to melt him to the bone. Now they were in bed, wrapped in the sheets, Harry writhed incessantly trying to quench that sudden burning that consumed him.

His pale skin was covered in sweat, his curly hair was tousled, his body burned there between his legs more than ever. It was such a strange feeling, because Louis wasn't being rough as he usually was, on the contrary, he kissed him, caressed him and whispered sweet things in his ear. He heard several whispers saying "Beautiful, I love you, I love you" that he did not even believe. Ugh ... it must be the effects of the drug that still ran through his veins, or the hangover.

Louis was gentle with his thrusts, and Harry was simply furious and desperate that he would do it faster and stronger, as he liked. He likes when Louis hold him tight, when he is rough about having sex and that was not happening now. What happened? What were they doing?

He pulled back the thin sheets, exposing their naked bodies to the warm atmosphere of his room. He opened his eyelids that until then had been closed and his dilated pupils searched Louis' face to kiss him. He needed to kiss him. Shit! He loved his kisses, he loved his lips.

Without warning, he turned around, straddled him, and kissed him better. Harry was being violent with his tongue but to his surprise, Louis was not playing the game, on the contrary, he walked away every time he stuck his tongue out abruptly. Harry pulled away from the kiss, frowning, trying to get his lungs to absorb a little more oxygen, not the miserable amounts that made him feel like he was suffocating.

When his breathing became a little regulated, his entire body seemed to calm down for a few seconds, allowing him to think a little more clearly, but before he even concluded a line of coherent assumptions, his length pulsed, again. With a deep, hoarse moan, he launched himself backwards against him.

Louis' hungry hands, guided by an unknown current, ran through his entire body as he continued to push gently. His dry throat opened again to give way to a series of gasps that seemed almost maddening, were born deep in his soul, because Louis was being too sweet, too delicate for his taste and he was just confused.

As he felt his body burn, his mind, still clouded with pleasure, recognized the instant that indeed, Louis whispered sweet things back into his ear while kissing his neck and caressing his thighs. He was about to turn around to look him in the eye and demand a prompt explanation of what the fuck they were doing because he was just confused.

He didn't, he didn't say anything because Louis increased the intensity of his thrusts and oh, yes. He loves it, now he does.

His member throbbed frantically, super-stimulated and demanding attention. He let Louis keep up with him, stroking his thighs without touching his member, until the tremors below were already impossible to bear and brought his hand to his crotch to start jerking off. It was not long after that he come on his hand and stomach.

His gasps echoed off the walls of his room, his now limp body spilling onto the sheets, covered in sweat and fluids. He didn't have the strength to open his eyes, so he just kept them closed with a sigh of satisfaction, because Louis was still going at a considerably fast and deep pace.

After a few minutes, and regardless of whether Harry was wet from his own substance, he leaned back against him. Now they were face to face and Louis joined his lips again.

He opened his eyes with a start and looked at his friend as he kissed and licked his stomach delicately, his whole being burst into flames again. It seemed impossible, because he felt that he no longer had the strength and then that soft contact revived him again. Driven by the sensations, he buried his fingers in Louis' brown hair and dragged him head toward him. Louis moved his body slowly over his and the friction was so pleasurable that he let himself go completely.

Louis' body was lying flat on top of him, and he fearlessly sucked on his handsome friend's thick lower lip, delighting in his rough groan. He felt his tongue lick his lips first before burying him inside his mouth with a quick and fierce movement. Their tongues came together almost wildly, in a duel of wills to find out who was getting more pleasure.

Harry let him rampage through his mouth, absorbing his moans and his saliva to then go on the offensive, pushing him back to now be the one leading him. Their battle extended still further, snatching away the air that he had jealously held within his lungs, but nothing was enough. Without leaving the paradise of his lips, Louis brought one of his hands to the member of Harry to start jerking off him.

The member was fully erect and attached to his stomach. He gripped it tightly between his fingers and closed it around the big one. Driven by the moans of his best friend he began to move his hand up and down slowly, with the exact pressure that he knew he liked.

He stroked his penis slowly, while he gladly felt the throbbing along its entire length and how it got even harder between his fingers. Their gazes collided with a thousand silent promises. Louis was about to tell him that he was not having sex this time, that he was making love to him because that was what he's feeling, he wanted to, he needed to, but he said nothing.

He just smiled at him and went to his member to give him a blowjob. He ran his tongue gently over the fat, swollen tip, giving him small licks before running his full length with his tongue. He repeated the caress a few more times before taking one of his testicles between his lips, which hardened for him quickly, sucked it into his mouth a little aware that he loved it, licked it a little, and then continued with the another, feeling his temperature rise several degrees more when listening to his friend's loud gasps.

He left the two hardened pouches before running his tongue over the entire penis at the bottom, where the thick vein throbbed frantically. He kissed the bright, red glans gently, languidly licking the whitish drop from the tip.

When his ears caught the agonized, exasperated roars of his Hazzie, he smiled, sure he couldn't take much more of that sweet torture. He fixed his gaze on the beautiful green orbs that devoured him as he filled his mouth with all his formidable erection, but it was too large to encompass it as he wished, so with his hands he helped himself not to leave a single portion uncovered and began the movements. As his hands went up and down, his mouth sucked firmly, taking him to the extreme. When he pulled his mouth and hands away from his stiff member, Harry gave him one last caress on his hair. Delicately, he positioned his lips at the sensitive spot where the testicles meet the penis and sucked gently, causing Harry's entire body to shudder.

With his member about to explode, he positioned himself again in the fiery entrance that he wanted so much. He placed the slim ankles on his shoulders before plunging the tip of his erection inside him. The heat that embraced his member clouded his mind, so with a single thrust he penetrated completely to the base. Harry moaned instantly and he inhaled deeply through tight lids. Slowly it began to move, coming out almost completely to bury itself again. Harry's moans indicated the rhythm, so he increased the speed of his thrusts until they both went into a state of delirium.

Delicately he lowered his feet from his shoulders and Harry wrapped his legs around his hip. Louis leaned his torso up onto him, both arms at the sides of his neck. Harry ran his hands down the contour of his ribs to his shoulder blades, digging his nails into his back. The connection between them was too intense and Louis continued for long minutes, until it was time for let it go.

Sighing exhausted, he dropped onto Harry's beautiful body. He kissed his swollen lips tenderly, worshiping them silently, then buried his nose in the exact spot where his mouth had once been leaving his reddish mark.

Harry tenderly stroked his back, brushing over the protruding marks of his nails, then burying his fingers in his friend's thick, short hair, inhaling his scent just like him. His chest compressed by Louis' weight was still rising and falling rapidly. He ran his tongue over his own lips, still feeling the taste of Louis' saliva, silently worshiping that taste.

Louis didn't want to, he didn't want to be sweeter yet, but he couldn't help it. He left soft kisses on his neck, slowly climbing up his chin to finish on his lips, while caressing his face.

"Harry"

"Mhm?"
"

I adore you."