PROMPT BASED ON THIS PICTURE;
Louis is doing the weeks wash and Harry is sick of just sitting back and never taking action. So he does.
Title: Wishy Washy
WARNINGS: Blow jobs and hand jobs.
Louis threw another shirt that was tangled with pants, and trousers and perhaps even a wife-beater, into the washing machine. After making sure every article of clothing that had once been in the laundry bin, was put in the machine, he stepped back and picked the bin up, placing it on his hip. “Oh, Harry. Didn’t see ya there.” Harry’s eyes trailed over Louis body, stopping at his TOM’s and heading all the way back to his face. His eyes were an even deeper shade of blue, due to the turquoise sweater that sheathed his upper half.
“Did you need something?” Louis asked his boyfriend. He wasn’t quite sure why Harry was just standing there, watching him as if he were a steak roasting on a barbecue.
“Yeah, I need you. Come over here, boo.” Harry’s voice is raspy and Louis finds it a major turn on. Louis walked over slowly and Harry tucked his hands into the back of Louis’ tight jeans, rubbing circles on his buttocks. Louis groaned and Harry took that as a cue to kiss him. He started out teasingly, but soon faded away along with his plan. His brain was numbing, being taken over by complete and utter lust for the older boy in his arms.
Louis is doing the weeks wash and Harry is sick of just sitting back and never taking action. So he does.
Title: Wishy Washy
WARNINGS: Blow jobs and hand jobs.
Louis threw another shirt that was tangled with pants, and trousers and perhaps even a wife-beater, into the washing machine. After making sure every article of clothing that had once been in the laundry bin, was put in the machine, he stepped back and picked the bin up, placing it on his hip. “Oh, Harry. Didn’t see ya there.” Harry’s eyes trailed over Louis body, stopping at his TOM’s and heading all the way back to his face. His eyes were an even deeper shade of blue, due to the turquoise sweater that sheathed his upper half.
“Did you need something?” Louis asked his boyfriend. He wasn’t quite sure why Harry was just standing there, watching him as if he were a steak roasting on a barbecue.
“Yeah, I need you. Come over here, boo.” Harry’s voice is raspy and Louis finds it a major turn on. Louis walked over slowly and Harry tucked his hands into the back of Louis’ tight jeans, rubbing circles on his buttocks. Louis groaned and Harry took that as a cue to kiss him. He started out teasingly, but soon faded away along with his plan. His brain was numbing, being taken over by complete and utter lust for the older boy in his arms.
“Harry,” Louis gasped. “Suck me off.”
Harry nodded and pushed Louis sweater up to his upper torso, rubbing his abnormally large hands down the muscles that made home there. “God, Lou. You’re so hard. So hard for me,” Harry murmured as his hand slid down to Louis’ crotch. He pulled the zipper down and removed the trousers all together, then adding his pants, along with the trousers, to the pile of thrown clothes. “Better,” he whispered. Louis tugged at Harry’s own jeans, pulling them down his small thighs. Harry picked Louis up and set him on the washing machine, sliding easily between the gap in the older boy’s thighs.
“So perfect,” Louis whispered through kisses. Harry grabbed a hold of Louis cock and pulled on it once, twice, before bringing his hot mouth to it. He licked a stripe up the underside, following the vain that was prominent, to the top. Louis shuddered and let out a moan, burying his hands in Harry’s curls. “Ugh,” he groaned. Harry hollowed out his cheeks and went all the way down, making sure to suckle lightly. That was how Louis liked it.
He sucked and licked and kissed until Louis was screaming a list of profanities and coming hard down Harry’s throat. Harry let off with a ‘pop’, and licked the sweat that was lightly glistening on Louis body, off. “Thanks for that babe,” Louis said as he kissed Harry. “Now it’s my turn.” And with that, Louis hopped off the washer, grabbed Harry’s hand, and led them both to the proper bedroom.
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