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Didn't really feel like updating the past couple of days, but here you go :)

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Their lips fit perfectly together, Harry's being more plump than Louis' thin ones but the two wouldn't have it any other way.

After a couple moments of slowly moving their lips, Louis feels Harry licking at his bottom lip, making him gasp. Taking this chance to lick into Louis' mouth, Harry earns a little moan from the younger boy in his lap. The kiss becomes more sloppy and passionate, the two now full on making out.

Feeling brave, Louis tangles his hands in the curly mess on the older man's head, tugging on it and earning a deep groan from Harry which makes him smile triumphantly into the kiss. In return, the green eyed man moves his bigger, tattoed hands to the younger one's behind. Stopping his wandering hands on the cheeks, he squeezes them in his palm, making Louis squeak and buck his hips.

"Harry" he whimpers, ending the kiss and burying his flushed face in the older man's neck, panting hard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Grazing his teeth along the tanned skin of Louis' neck, Harry lets out a hum, concentrating on sucking a bruise in the soft skin but not stopping his movements on his bum.

Letting go of the now bruised skin, he licks across it, then taking a good look on the hickey forming on Louis' skin, visible for everyone to see. He smiles proudly at his work.

The marked man is still panting, whimpering another Harry in the other one's ear.

"What do you want, baby?" Harry hums, nosing at Louis' neck and inhaling his rich scent. Cinnamon, washing powder and, well, Louis.

"Please", he gets in return, together with another buck of his hips.

Even though he feels himself thicken rapidly in his tight pants from Louis's movememts in his lap, the dominant one shakes his hand, gripping the feathery haired's chin to make him look into his eyes. And wow, did he look wrecked already. The red adidas jacket only hanging over one shoulder, his fringe messed up, the cheeks in a rosy tint - to Harry, Louis looks lovely.

"Tell me what you want, Louis. Tell me and it's yours", Harry murmurs, noticing how Louis' cheeks get even redder and he tries to duck his head from Harry's view. "Don't be embarrassed, love. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Pl-Please just do - just do something, Harry, please", Louis whines, starting to subtly move his hips right above Harry's crotch, making the latter moan and his grip on Louis's asś tighten.

"'M afraid that's not my name, darling. And tell me what you want now or I'll leave you here on the couch."

The younger man blushes even more, realizing what Harry is hinting at. So he gathers all his courage and leans down to his ear, murmuring "Want you to fùck me, daddy. Make me scream your name so hard I won't be able to talk properly tomorrow in class. Fûck me so good I'll be limping the whole day, having a reminder of your big cøck in me all the time."

At this, the curly haired man lets out a low groan, standing up abruptly with Louis in his arms, earning a surprised sound from the latter who instinctly wraps his legs around his waist.

"Such a pretty boy, hm? Begging for your daddy to fùck you, make you cūm so hard you see stars. You want that, Louis?" The younger one whimpers, nodding. Harry walks to the nearest wall, slamming Louis' body against the surface and attacking his neck again, sucking harshly to create another bruise. "You're mine, aren't you? Mine." "Yours, daddy. Only yours."

Taking the jacket off the smaller boy, Harry takes the chance to get rid of his own shirt as well, earning a look of approval of Louis. "Like what you see, baby?" "Love it. So sexy, daddy."

They slot their lips together for the second time, Harry pressing their bodies incredibly closer, rubbing their crotches together in the process.

Louis lets out a high whine at that, mumbling a Please into the sloppy kiss. "So hard for me, my darling? Can't wait for my cøck to fill you up, hm?", Harry murmurs, his hot breath fanning over Louis' neck once again.

"Please take me to your room and make me yours" Louis whispers in return, getting a quick nod from Harry and with that, he gets lifted up from against the wall shortly before he feels a soft mattress underneath his body and hot lips against his own.