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Lirry - Can't Take My Hands

Dom!Liam 

The door had barely opened and Liam was already shoving Harry inside, slamming the door carelessly behind them as he turned his attention to the curly haired boy falling apart in front of him.

Harry stood in the doorway, already knowing and initiating what was to come next; a grin on his face, a bulge in his skinny jeans- waiting to be ravished. Liam took one look and bit his bottom lip, failing completely to suppress an animalistic growl as he threw himself at the younger boy, slamming him against the wall, one hand on his shoulder and one hand in his hair, pulling his head slightly to one side to expose his neck.

Liam placed little kisses down Harry’s jaw line, adding teeth as Harry got used to the sensation. Liam’s tongue soothed the bruised skin as he continued, using Harry’s moans and hitched breaths as an indicator as to when to step up the pace.

He waited until Harry’s hips bucked into his, forced their clothed erections together, the friction becoming almost too much and at the same time, not quite enough. The older boy held both of Harry’s wrists in one hand above his head as he kissed him, their tongues battling for dominance but only one of them actually wanting it. Liam’s other hand worked on Harry’s shirt, undoing it completely but leaving it on as he released Harry’s hands from the tight, almost painful hold, trailing his tongue down the younger boy’s body to get a taste and a feel of his warm skin, pulled taught over his muscles, leaving very little for Liam to take between his teeth.

He nipped at the short hairs from Harry’s bellybutton to the waistband of his boxers, looking up with a smiled on his face, waiting for Harry to avert his hooded eyes and meet his gaze, giving him permission to delve further. Harry looked down and with hitched breath, nodded his head, closing his eyes in eager anticipation as Liam undid his fly and pulled his trousers down to his ankles, letting the younger boy step out of them.

Harry’s dick was hard in his tight grey Calvin Klein’s, a small wet patch indicating the positioning of his leaking head for Liam, who began to such Harry through the material, wrapping his lips around the clothed shaft and driving the younger boy insane “Fuck, please.” Harry muttered, desperate for Liam to take him in properly. Part of Liam liked teasing Harry, but another part of him yearned to taste Harry properly, to feel his lips wrapped around that smooth shaft and to savour that faint scent of shower gel that Harry always had underneath the musky manliness and aftershave.

Liam pulled on the elastic of Harry’s boxers, pulling them to rest below his plump balls, letting his erection spring free; leaking a small amount of precum on his cheek as he let it hit his face. Harry grabbed Liam’s head, pulling him forwards but Liam stopped, looking up at Harry with pure anger in his eyes, letting him know that he was in charge and that if he tried to do anything like that again he would regret it.

Harry’s head pounded in his chest, part of him actually wanting to regret it and feel the full wrath of the older boy. Liam licked up the vein on the underside of Harry’s cock and up to the head, licking at it lightly, baring touching it, but breathing warm air onto it and lapping up the precum to make Harry moan. He ran his tongue over the sensitive slit and Harry groaned, unable to keep himself from thrusting upwards- mistake.

Liam stood up, feigning annoyance as he snarled and grabbed the base of Harry’s cock and his balls in his hand, squeezing them until Harry let out a moan, pulling him forwards and leading him by his still hard member to the bedroom. He threw the curly haired boy down on the bed “Get on your hands and knees” he ordered softly, instilling both worry and lust in Harry at the sinister and yet falsely comforting tone.

Harry did as he was told, gripping the sheets as he turned to look back at where he thought Liam was. The older boy was much closer than he thought, grabbing his hair and pushing him forwards into the mattress. Harry rested on his elbows, his face pushed firmly into the mattress as Liam used his other hand to line himself up with the younger boy’s tight arse.

Harry flushed a bright shade of red, becoming light headed when he realised that Liam was already naked, easing his wide head into that tight ring of muscles without even bothering to finger him first or lube him up. This was going to hurt and Harry’s cock twitched in the air, desperate to be touched at the thought of Liam stretching him open, skin on skin contact with only their precum and sweat to act as lubricant as he destroyed him completely- ruining him for anyone else.

Harry tensed, his arse becoming hard and his back arching. Liam grabbed his hair, pulling him back so that he was just on his knees, his back and arse flush against his chest and six pack. Liam bit on Harry’s neck, making the younger boy tremble beneath him, reaching for his own cock. Liam grabbed both of his hands, moving from his neck and whispering in his ear “relax.” The word slipping off elegantly his tongue and making Harry do as he was told immediately.

He threw Harry back down on his hands and knees, placing one hand on the bottom of his back to make him arch his arse higher in the air, his legs widening slightly to offer his puckered hole up to Liam, who realigned himself with his target and pushed back in, going slowly but not stopping until he was all the way in. He looked down as he eased out slightly and back in again, hardening even further at the sight of Harry’s pink hole stretching around him.

The younger boy was visibly shaking, the odd tear running down his face, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. His breath was coming in short pants in time with Liam’s thrusts, the odd groan escaping his clenched teeth and tightened jaw every time he hit that magical spot that sent tingles up Harry’s spine and made even more precum leak from his cock as he neared his orgasm. “Can’t hold much longer” Harry breathed, shaking his head and rutting back against Liam, trying his hardest not to cum just from having Liam’s cock impaling him and splitting him in two.

“NO!” Liam shouted, grabbing Harry’s hair once more and pulling his head up, the younger boy turning and meeting Liam in a kiss as tears continued to trail down his face from pleasure and pain. Harry’s balls were tightening, his cock beginning to twitch and he knew he couldn’t hold it anymore, no matter how much Liam pulled him or pushed him.

“Please Liam, too painful.” He managed and Liam sped up, hammering even harder into his prostate, reaching down and holding around Harry’s balls tightly in his grip to stall his release. He continued pushing in for a few more seconds, before letting go of Harry’s cock and throwing his head back, becoming still when he was completely buried in the velvety warmth “Now.” He shouted and both boys cummed on cue; Harry covering his stomach and the sheets beneath him and Liam filling him to the brim, watching as his cum began to trickle out.

He pulled out when he felt himself softening, flipping Harry over and grinding their softening cocks together as they lost themselves in a passionate kiss, both boys sweaty and tired as they drifted in and out of consciousness. Liam moved to Harry’s side and pulled him into an embrace, their legs entwining and their noses pressed together, breathing in time with one another as they fell asleep.