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smrwine · 7 years ago

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If you have time, could you write a drabble in which Harry praises Louis' mouth? You know what i mean haha Louis' pics from today where he smokes made me think some things haha Only if you want tho haha

Warning for blindfolding, face fucking, and light d/s undertones

“You have no idea how gorgeous you look.” Harry whispered into the shell of Louis’ ear, kissing his way down his neck and loosely tying a knot into the fabric of the blindfold; Louis stripped bare on his knees and Harry fitting himself behind him. “How does that feel, love? Is it tight enough?”

“S’perfect.” Louis shakily replied, craning his neck to let Harry have his way with it. “Are you gonna fuck me now?”

“No, baby. Not yet.” Harry mumbled, nipping along the vein of his throat and digging his hands into the exposed skin of his hips. “I’ve been thinking of your pretty lips all day. And everything I can do with them.”

“My lips?” Louis questioned unsure.

“God, yes, your lips.” Harry carefully stood from behind him. Drinking in the vision of Louis’ naked body and how he held his arms behind his back without being asked to. Such a natural. Such a beauty. “The shape of them, the feel of them, the way they naturally wrap around anything shoved between them.”

Harry crouched down to his level. Letting his eyes linger on his lips as he stroked the soft scruff of his cheek. Louis’ mouth opened on an exhale. Rapid heart rate practically visible from under his skin. Harry smirked as he let the tip of his thumb trace the plushest part of Louis’ bottom lip, dragging it back and forth, slow and teasing, and pulling it down to expose the bottom row of his teeth. Louis’ tongue hesitantly darting forward. Just barely wetting the tip of Harry’s thumb and quickly returning back to its place.

“Go ‘head.” Harry instructed. “Suck it like I know you want to.”

Louis took him by the tongue first. Filthily lapping around the skin of his thumb and sucking it in between his sinful lips. Harry groaned at the sight of it. Palming himself through his tight trousers and letting his eyes roll back into his head. He was always so fucking impressed with the way Louis’ mouth worked. So hot and slick and seemingly made for sucking cock. Harry was losing his breath and he hadn’t even gotten his pants off yet.

“Keep your mouth open,” Harry said as he slipped his wet thumb from Louis’ mouth and stood from his position. Louis obeyed without a word. Jaw hinged open and tongue awaiting Harry’s arrival. Fuck, he was bloody incredible. Black blindfold accentuating the dip of his cheekbones and the colour of his lips. Cupids bow and corners of his mouth stretched wide and obscenely, like a scene pulled from Harry’s wet dreams. He couldn’t wait to rub his cock all over them.

In a hurry, Harry unbuckled his belt from his hips. Gucci logo hitting the floor just as his pants and trousers sagged around his ankles. Too bloody eager to properly get himself undressed. He even opted to keep his silk button up on, no matter how hot it would make him. Louis was whining in front of him; knees digging into the carpet floor and cock straining up against his tummy. He was gagging for it and Harry needed to tend to him now.

Harry took a step forward, threading one hand through the locks of Louis’ hair and using the other to wrap around his cock. Louis’ tongue chased after what he knew was in front of him. Mouth searching for the slick drip of Harry’s tip and swiftly being yanked backward. Harry would control the pace. Harry would decide when Louis could wrap his impatient lips around him.

“Keep your pretty mouth just like that.” Harry asked of him. “Don’t move.”

A breathless whimper left the back of Louis’ throat. So desperate and needy sounding. Harry stepped even closer. Ghost of Louis’ breath luring his hard length forward, so tempting and warm. Harry took his tip between his thumb and forefinger, tapping it gently against Louis’ bottom lip, and watching his precome messily dribble out. It was fucking filthy. Louis’ bottom lip shined beautifully under the dim light of the room and Harry couldn’t help but want more.

Gently, he traced his cock over the stretch of Louis’ lips. Glossing them up with every ounce of sticky precome he was able to produce.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Harry moaned as he slipped his cock in. “Would kiss your lips right now if I wasn’t already planning on fucking them.”

Louis let out an enthusiastic cry. Keeping his mouth pried open like instructed to and letting his tongue be used for Harry’s pleasure.

“You want that, petal? Wanna choke on my cock while I tell you how good you are?” Harry withdrew his tip so Louis was able to answer.

“Yes,” he panted. “Yes, Harry, just want to taste you, please. I’ll be so good.”

“Alright, darling, alright.” Harry smirked at his boy. Ego swelling with just how badly Louis wanted to blow him. Harry fed him his cock. Slowly pushing his tip past his lips and working himself in further and further. “Pinch my leg if you need to pull off.”

As Louis nodded his understanding, Harry grabbed him gently by the face, and rolled his hips forward. The thick of his shaft engulfed by Louis’ thin lips, so tight and stifling. Sucking him fervently into the dripping wet heat of his throat and swallowing him down without any hesitation, and letting Harry shallowly thrust into him. Jesus. Fuck. Harry felt like he was on edge already.

“Baby, your mouth.” Harry choked out through stuttering hips and endless waves of pleasure. “Always suck me so good, yeah? You can’t get enough of my cock.”

Louis responded by further hollowing out his cheeks and lapping his tongue against the thick vein of Harry’s underside. Harry trembled at the feel. Knees buckling and hands clenching in the strands of Louis’ hair. He hung his head on an exhale and let his quiff gently fall against the lines of his forehead. Harry blinked his eyes open. Nearly coming at the sight of how messy Louis was. Saliva and precome dripping from the stretched corners of his mouth and the scruff of his chin covered with both.

“Wish you could see yourself right now,” Harry panted as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. “Your lips are so swollen and wet, and your cheeks are stained the same dark shade of pink. You’re so gorgeous, Louis. Have such a gorgeous fucking mouth.”

Harry felt the smile Louis attempted with his mouth stretched full. He thrust his hips faster at the knowledge of Louis thoroughly enjoying himself, despite his burning knees and fucked out throat. Harry brought his hand forward. Fingers feeling the thick line of his cock sliding against Louis’ cheeks and thumb working its way into the corner of his mouth. It was maddening just how much he could fit in there. All the while keeping it so wet and so tight just for Harry.

“Your jaw must be aching by now.” Harry pointed out, just to remind Louis of the pain he seemed to adore. “You know you’re doing well when it hurts like that. Sucking me dry and making it so good for me, Lou. I’m already so fucking close.”

Louis moaned obscenely. Sound vibrating against Harry’s cock and buzzing right up to his lips. Harry was ready to come. Was ready to paint Louis’ lips with the warmth of his spunk. He roughly thrust his cock against the back of Louis’ throat. Keeping a very careful eye on Louis’ reactions and making sure he didn’t take it too far.

Louis gagged on his length more than what Harry considered normal but he kept taking it; Didn’t move to pinch Harry’s leg and kept his arms neatly clasped behind his back. Seemingly relishing in the feel of Harry’s cock momentarily cutting off his breathing. Seemingly choking just for his own pleasure. Harry was nearly gone for. Heat in the pit of his stomach intensifying and load threatening to spill over at any second.

“Gonna come, baby. Gonna make such a big mess of you and your perfect mouth.”

With a choked whimper, Louis sucked deeper and deeper, making Harry’s glide even tighter than it was before. Harry let his thumb slip from Louis’ mouth as he fucked forward harshly and let the first spurts of his come fill Louis’ throat. He gagged slightly as Harry pulled out completely. Taking to his hand to finish off on the pink of Louis’ lips. Wanking quickly above him and emptying himself through clenched eyes and bared teeth.

Louis was fucking wrecked. So filthy, so hot, and so alluringly messy. Strings of come connecting from the tip of Harry’s cock to the slick heat of Louis’ tongue, dripped artfully against his manicured scruff, and further slipped down the columns of his neck. It was such a mesmerizing sight.

“Christ, Lou.” Harry breathlessly moaned as he tugged out what was left of him. “You took my cock so well, baby. Let me see you, please.”

Louis removed his arms from their place behind his back. Shakily untying the fabric from his face and letting it fall to the ground. His eyes were blown wide and filled with tears of pleasure. A smile took over his come covered lips and Harry couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him. The most beautiful boy on earth, with the most otherworldly mouth, and he was all his.

“So good, baby. So, so good. Love it when you taste like me.” Harry mumbled in between kisses and their tongues sliding together. “Let’s get you off now, yeah? You deserve a good fucking—”

“I, um. I already did.” Louis bashfully laughed against Harry’s lips and took a look down at his naked body.

His tummy streaked with come and his cock slowly going flaccid. Harry honestly couldn’t believe his eyes. Louis genuinely got off just from pleasing Harry, from getting his mouth fucked, from hearing the praise directed solely at him. Fuck, he was the best boy. Harry’s cock twitched at the madness of it all.

“You’re so bloody unreal, Louis. So fucking hot.” Harry gently tipped him back. Getting him off his spent knees and laying him gently on his back. “Gonna praise your mouth more often. S’less work for the both of us.”

Harry laughed from above him as Louis petulantly pinched at his side. Silk fabric of his shirt slipping between Louis’ shaking fingers and little nips slowly dwindling into soft caresses. Both too blissed out to put up a genuine fight.

“You’re such a shit,” Louis smiled up at him and carefully thread a hand through Harry’s disheveled hair. “Don’t think you’ve gotten away with not fucking me. I’ll be more than ready to go in just a minute.”

“Don’t worry, darling,” Harry leaned down and kissed the sleepy smile off of Louis’ lips. “I’m always gonna give you what you want. Always.”

#thank goodness everyone is asleep and won't have to read this #sorry that this took all day anon #but I hope you like it anyway #this isn't brit picked btw so sorry about that

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