The Hidden Chapters

Stop Being Such An Idiot *Larry

I edited and added a happy ending to this so I don't seem so sadistic. NO JUDGING ME, MKAY

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Harry is breathing hard, trying to keep his composure as he sits on his hands and knees, Louis behind him, about to get him prepared. The two of them just had the roughest sex ever last night, and Harry can still feel the soreness in his bum. But when they got home after a short day of interviews and Louis started snogging him right in the doorway, who was he to object?

Louis pushes a lubed finger inside of Harry’s heat, noticing the shudder that goes down the curly haired one’s spine.

“You alright, babe?” He asks, moving to trail kisses down Harry’s spine, just where the shudder had passed. The other’s skin felt hot and shaky, but he takes it as a sign of arousal.

“M-more.” Harry chokes out though his body is telling him the complete opposite. He doesn’t want Louis to catch his bluff. He figures that the pain will go away at some point, once the pleasure takes hold.

Louis doesn’t even question Harry though he realizes he didn’t even stretch him with one. Just adding another finger may sting a little, but he does it anyway. Harry bites down hard on his lip, forcing himself to stay relaxed and not clench up on his lover. It’s sort of an overwhelming experience when Louis scissors his fingers- Harry can’t decide if he hates it or needs more.

“You ready now babe?” Louis whispers, leaning up to kiss at Harry’s neck. The Doncaster lad notices how the beautiful boy under him is shaking, and he smirks to himself. He must want it so bad he’s shaking for it. His free hand goes around to feel Harry’s cock, which has gone a little too limp for his taste.

So as Louis roughly begins fisting around Harry’s dick, it leaves the younger boy groaning and moaning with the feeling of his boundaries being pushed a bit farther than normal. But the warmth of Louis’ hand around him is utter bliss, so worth the bit of pain he had to suffer just seconds earlier.

Just as Harry’s hard and throbbing, Louis pulls his hand away, getting back to his original plan of fucking his lover. He’s so busy lubing himself up that he doesn’t hear when Harry lets out a whimper of desperation.

Harry’s other plan that the pain would go away seems ridiculous now. Sure, the two fingers felt a little good, but that tiny bit of pleasure didn’t cancel out all the pain like he’d hoped. Maybe going through with having sex when he’s this sore was a bad idea?

He feels when Louis lines himself up and pushes himself in. Harry clutches at the pillows, clenching his teeth, doing everything he can not to cry out with the overwhelming pain. Louis can see the way Harry’s gripping the pillows, his knuckles white, his body tightening in the best way possible around his dick. It feels so good that he has a hard time not just-

Well, it’s Harry…whom loves it a bit rough, so he doesn’t hesitate anymore before pulling out a bit and snapping his hips forward, plunging in as deeply as possible. The boy beneath him gives a small yelp of what Louis takes as surprise. Louis can’t see the tears as they form in the other’s eyes and begin to fall.

Harry feels like dying. Like falling into oblivion as the pain shoots through him while Louis roughly plunges in and out of him, countless times. Telling Louis to stop would hurt them both- it would wound Harry’s ego, having not been able to handle Louis in bed, and it would hurt Louis, having his lover push him away. A racked sob works its way through Harry’s chest, and he knows he can’t withstand another second.

“Lou, please,” He begins, his voice hoarse and tortured. As he feels Louis’ hard member pull out a bit, he stops, thinking Louis knows that Harry’s in too much pain.