Once they arrived at Harry's door, Harry was getting impatient and grabbed Louis' hips and pressed him against the door, trapping him between the door and himself. Harry attacked his lips in a heated kiss and let out a moan which reeked of desperation.
Louis smiled into the kiss and said, "is this how you think this is going to work Hazza?"
Harry pulled away to look down at Louis' face, confused.
"You're not the one in control, love." Louis elaborated. "I am." And with that, Louis reached behind himself for the handle and opened the door, pulling Harry into the room. He dragged him to his bed, which was in the middle of the room against the west wall; it was a king sized—only fitting for a king—with a four-post bedframe. Louis pulled Harry's jacket off, along with his vest and pushed him backwards onto the silk sheets and leaned over him to capture his lips with his own. He slides one of his hands down Harry's side and stops at the hem of his shirt. He slips his fingers under and starts to glide his hand back up over his chest. He brushes his fingers lightly over Harry's nipples.
"F-Fuck-Lou. Please. Hurry," Harry moaned at Louis' touch.
Louis pinched the nub under his fingers, extracting another moan from the boy underneath him. "What is it, Hazza? Hurry what?"
"Hurry up and fuck me already!" Harry screamed a little too loudly. Hopefully nobody else heard, or they would be in serious hot water the next morning.
"Yeah?" Louis wanted to be sure Harry knew what he was asking. "I want you to be 100% sure Haz. You've never done this before and you may not want it to be with me-"
"Lou! I'm completely sure! I want it to be with you. No one else! Please…" Harry pleaded. Growing more and more desperate for Louis' touch.
"Fuck-Okay. Okay, we're really doing this?" Louis gasped.
"Yeah. We are," Harry said in almost a whisper.
"Well, we won't be needing these then; will we?" Louis gestured for both of them to completely strip out of their clothing and toss them on the floor.
"How do you want to do this?" Louis asked. He wanted to make sure this was perfect for Harry.
"Like this. I want to lay here like this if that's okay…It's more intimate." Harry shied away. His cheeks were starting to burn up, feeling slightly embarrassed for his request.
"Yeah. That's more than okay. As long as you're comfortable Hazza. That's all I care about." Louis smiled at the blushing boy and leaned down give his nose a little peck of reassurance. "Any other requests?"
Harry shook his head. "Just you, here with me, like this. This is all I need." He gave Louis a little smile.
Louis smiled back at him and nodded. "Okay. I'm just going to fetch the oil—You'll want it. Where do you keep it?" He asked the curly headed boy, while getting off the bed.
"In my armoire. Top shelf." Harry told him.
Louis nodded and opened the armoire. He grabbed the oil and made his way back to Harry on the bed. He crawled between the boy's legs and sat back on his heels as he opened the glass bottle of oil. He looked at Harry and asked, "have you ever…fingered yourself?"
Harry's eyes went wide at the sound of Louis' words. He shook his head 'no' and blushed once again.
"Mind if I…Or do you want to do it?" Louis asks.
Harry gulped and said, "I don't know how. I want you to do it." Louis nodded. Harry piped up again, "will it hurt?"
"It won't feel great at the start—but once you get used to it—it's fucking amazing. I promise. I won't let you get hurt. If you want to stop, we can." Louis said as he started to oil up his first three fingers.
Harry nodded and let out a shaky breath, "Okay. I trust you."
Louis smiled as he brought his index finger to Harry's rim, slightly pushing the tip in. He was getting some resistance. Harry is a complete virgin, and is super tight, so this was going to take a while.
"I need you to relax a little more, love." Louis told him. Harry did. So, Louis pushed his finger in a little more, up to his first knuckle. Harry's face started to scrunch up in discomfort. "S'alright, love. Just keep breathing. It'll get a lot better. I promise. You're doing amazing, Hazza. So good." Louis leaned up to give Harry a kiss on the lips, and reached for his dick—which was starting to leak all over his stomach—and gave it a few tugs, to distract him from the pain.
Once Harry started to relax a little more, Louis pushed in once again, this time all the way to his second knuckle. 'Fuck," Harry hissed through his teeth, then he bit his lip.
"What?! Are you okay? I can stop-" Louis went to pull his finger out, but Harry reached down to stop him.
"No! Don't! It's fine. It's just…It feels weird. It's not really hurting anymore. I'm good." Harry assured him.
Louis nodded and started to slowly pump his finger in and out of Harry.
Harry moaned from Louis' movements. He's never felt this feeling before, but it's a feeling he doesn't ever want to forget.
After a while, Harry started to squirm. He got used to the one finger and wanted more. "More Lou. I want more."
"Okay, Haz." Louis added a second finger, which caused Harry to tense up again. "Breathe, baby. Breathe."
Harry took a deep breath in and out and relaxed around Louis' fingers. Louis started to move his fingers once again.
When they finally got up to three fingers, Louis was so hard it was physically hurting. "I wish you could see yourself like this, Haz. So beautiful. Perfect."
Harry moaned at the compliment. "I'm ready, Lou. 'M ready. Please."
Louis smirked at the boy practically already coming undone beneath him. "Please what, baby?" Louis teased.
"Ugghh! Please fuck me!" Harry begged.
"Okay, love. Ready?" Louis asked once more as he started spreading oil on his own dick.
Harry nodded eagerly, while watching Louis oil himself up.
Louis guided himself to Harry's now empty entrance, and slowly pushed in. If Louis thought Harry was tight before, nothing compares to right now. He might not last very long. He's already so close and he hasn't even got his dick all the way in Harry.
Louis slowly pushes further into Harry, until he finally bottoms out.
"Fuck, Harry. Your so tight!" Louis gasped.
"Thanks?" Harry giggled.
Louis laughed along with him. "Did you seriously just say 'thanks'?" Harry smiled and blushed. "Only you can still say thank you after a compliment when you have someone's dick inside you." They both chuckled.
Harry wiggled his bottom and said, "You can move now." Louis just looked at him and stared right into those emerald, green eyes. "Lou? What is it?"
Louis just smiled at him and leaned in to give him a passionate, steamy kiss. After they both broke away, they were panting and Louis said, "Nothing. Just you. I'm here with you—doing this. It's perfect. You're perfect."
Harry smiled and blushed at the compliment. "Well, thank you. But can you please fuck me now?"
Louis didn't answer. Instead, he just bit his lip and pulled halfway out and thrusted back in. Harry gasped in return. "Like that?" Louis teases.
"Y-es. More." Harry let out a shaky breath, filled with lust.
Louis pulled all the way out and slammed right back in, extracting another sinful moan from Harry. As Louis kept thrusting in and out, moans poured out of Harry's mouth, causing Louis to go faster. "Jesus Christ, Harry! I'm not going to last."
"Unnnggh…Harder, Louis. Please!" Harry cried.
"You have your coronation tomorrow, Hazza. You still need to be able to walk—" Louis warned.
"I don't fucking care! That's a tomorrow problem. I need you now, and I need you to fuck me harder!" Harry whined.
So, Louis obeyed. He started to pound into him at a slower rate, but harder. "Shit, Haz." Louis groaned.
At this point all that was coming out of Harry's mouth were little 'ughs' every time Louis thrusted back in, and moans of Louis' name. He was gripping Louis' biceps and started to move his hands to claw at Louis' back.
"Uh uh. Your hands stay up here." Louis said firmly, as he reached for both Harry's hands and put them above his head, holding them down with one hand and holding onto the headboard with the other, still thrusting hard into Harry.
Harry moaned at the dominance Louis was showing, back arching. He was close. So was Louis. But Louis wanted Harry to come first before he did. So, he reached down to pump Harry's cock, it was swollen at the tip, desperate for a release. "C'mon, baby. Come for me." Louis whispered into Harry's ear. "Show me how much of a good boy you can be."
That's all it took for Harry to reach his high and come all over Louis' hand and in between their chests. He clenched around Louis' cock and that's all Louis needed to push him over the edge. "F-Fuck. Oh Harry!" Louis came, spilling inside of Harry.
"Lou…That was amazing. You were right, it does get way better." Harry's breathing was heavy, coming down from his orgasm.
"I fucking told you." Louis chuckled, out of breath. He pulled out of Harry and rolled over to lay next to him. "You sure you've never done that before?"
Harry turns his head to look at him. "I'm pretty positive, yeah." He chuckled. "Why?"
"The things you were saying Haz. Jesus Christ—I mean—I would never expect those words to come from you." Louis smirked. Harry looked a little confused. "Oh Louis, fuck me harder," Louis mimicked, teasing Harry.
"Oh, shut it!" Harry blushed. "You liked it." He said as he slapped Louis' arm.
"Never said I didn't. That was the best sex of my life!" Louis confessed.
"Well, I'm glad." Harry smiled at him. He winced as he went to get up. Louis was right, he was going to regret asking him to go harder. He's definitely going to feel it tomorrow.
"Here love. I'll go fetch a flannel. Don't move." Louis got up retrieved a flannel from the loo, attached to Harry's bedroom. He came back and climbed back onto the bed. "You know I did warn you." He chuckled. "You're going to be walking like you've been proper fucked."
"Well, at least my people will know I am being taken care of." Harry winked. "And I'll get to remember the feeling of you being inside me while I am being crowned king. Who wouldn't want that?" He smiled.
It was now Louis' turn to blush. "I wish I could be there to see that look on your face." Both their smiles faded. Of course. Louis wouldn't have been invited. The invitations went out months ago, long before they met.
"Well, what if you were?" Harry suggested.
Louis' face started to light up again. "Harry Styles, are you inviting me to your coronation to become King?"
"Why yes, Louis Tomlinson, yes I am." Harry smiled. "I'm sure my parents will be okay with it, given how well dinner went tonight. They absolutely adored you!"
"Well, I had a wonderful time tonight as well!" Louis smiled. "Especially after what just occurred ten minutes ago," he cheekily whispered.
Harry's eyes went wide and smiled at Louis. "Me too, Lou." He said as he nuzzled into the crook of Louis' neck.
They lay like that for a while. Enjoying the warmth of each other and the comfort of their relaxed breaths.
Louis moves to get up off the bed and starts to put his clothes back on. Harry sits up on his elbow and looks at him confused. "What're you doing, Lou? Where are you going?" Harry asked.
"Back to my side of the bay. I don't want to get you in trouble in case anyone caught us." Louis explained.
Harry shook his head. "No."
Louis scrunched his face in confusion. "No?"
Harry shook his head again. "Don't go. Stay. Please." Louis sighed at Harry. "Don't leave me. I want you to stay. I don't care if anyone sees us. Nobody comes into my bedroom without knocking. We'll be fine. Promise."
Louis smiled at Harry and shoved his trousers back down and got back into bed with Harry. "Okay. I'll stay." He pressed his nose to Harry's and they both smiled. "I really like you; you know." Louis whispered.
"And I you." Harry quietly giggled.
They both got under the covers and Harry gave Louis a quick peck on the lips and said, "g'night, Lou."
Louis smiled and said, "g'night, Hazza."
They fell asleep in each other's arms. Holding on to one another like their lives depended on it. Like the only air they could breathe in, was the air the other breathed out.
Zayn is on a mission. He is wandering the halls in search for the study—where any well-respected king would keep his important documents.
He eventually wandered upstairs, to the second floor, and walked past a set of closed doors. He wasn't sure what was behind this particular set of doors, so he went to turn the handle to open the doors. That's when he heard it. "Hurry up and fuck me already!" That was Harry. And Zayn was 99.9% sure he just screamed for Louis to hurry up and fuck him already. Yeah. He's not going through those doors.
So, he tried another set of doors across from those ones. But he was stopped once again with the sounds of what seemed to be Eloise screaming, "oh, Ni! Yes! Right there!" Yup, he's going back downstairs.
As he stepped off the stairs, on the first floor, he noticed a room to his left, one he hadn't gone in before. Maybe that's it.
The door was already open, so no surprises like the last times. He walked into what looked like a study. Bingo!
He walked up to the desk in the middle of the room and started opening drawers, until he spotted an envelope at the bottom of the last drawer, labelled 'Land Deeds.' Well, that was easy.
He opens the envelope and pulls out a stack of papers. He starts to read over them and gets to the part about what percentage of the land the Styles' own. But something doesn't make sense, so he reads on. "What the fu-" He starts to say, when he is interrupted by the sound of someone at the door to the study. He turns around to see who it is and sees Mary.
She looks at him, then at the papers in his hands, and then back at Zayn's shocked and confused expression.
She sighs and says, "We need to talk."