Sharing Louis Tomlinson (Larry AU) COMPLETED

Me and MY Big Mouth. *

"Let's have a look!" Zayn grins and I smile back.

I roll up my shorts, showing him the tattoo I've just had done on my thigh.

"Sick!" He calls out, before showing me the one he's just had done on his stomach.

"Ouch, did that hurt?" I ask.

"Yep."

I laugh. I know, because I've been through it before.

"Did yours hurt?" He asks and I shrug.

"It wasn't the worst I had," I tell him honestly. "Probably under my arm here."

I point to it, and he nods.

"Yeah, that looks like it would hurt." He agrees.

"Lets go," I say, hungry. "I need some food."

I walk away from the tattoo shop, leg warm and burning but that's what I like. I like that addicting tattoo feeling.

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A few days later, I'm relaxing in my room, reading a book. I'm rapidly getting bored.

I would've usually pulled tonight. That was my thing. But this is a new me, so I lay here with a stupidly hard erection.

Fuck it. I'm going to end up with my dick in my hand at some point tonight, might as well do it now.

I pull my boxers down, because it is all I am wearing. What? It's my day off.

I grip at myself, and starting moving because it's just wanking. It's not going to be amazing. It's going to be messy, and angsty. And I'll feel like a God damn teenager.

I'm so glad my hair was already up, it always got in the way during touching myself. It just liked to creep onto my face, and I only had it up now because I'd been reading.

It's not enough though, just my hand. It's never enough. I'm aware of my hand creeping towards my drawer when it's already halfway there.

I snap the lube, wetting three fingers before immediately putting one in, legs opening to allow it. My grip hardens around my cock, desperately needing some sort of release.

I change to two fingers because I can already tell one isn't enough, my entrance taking them greedily.

I push them in and out, my cock so hard, and I gasp out when I inadvertently press against my prostate. I do it over and over, legs twitching when I fuck against it.

I press in three and groan at how much better it felt to be full.

Louis would be better.

My back arches, and I grit my teeth because I'm sure Liam is in. My breaths are coming in strangely heated, and this feels really good.

I hate having to think about Louis during touching myself, but my body really, really likes it. I'm building far quicker, my breaths sharper.

Thinking about how his face looks during fucking me, his messy feathery hair becoming more and more saturated with sweat, his mouth open, his blue eyes burning into mine, and his-,

I come hard out of nowhere, making me call out sharply, before I grit my teeth and force myself to stay quiet, working myself through a toe curling orgasm.

"Are you okay?" Liam shouts from the lounge and I panic.

I pull up my boxers, wiping at my chest with the nearest tissue.

"I - yeah, just dropped my book on my head." I call back, awkwardly.

Luckily, he doesn't try to come in, he's seen that before, too.