Dirty Larry Stylinson smut

The Perfect Match 2

Harry's (POV)

"You're my perfect match." Louis says.

  Oh, how I've waited to hear those words for so long from someone I've connected with. I never expected to hear anything like that. Let alone coming from someone like Louis.

"Harry?" He questions, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yes baby?" I ask, hoping he doesn't realize I've just called him baby like we're a thing or something.

I mean we did just fuck though.

"Did you hear me?"

"I heard you." I say, brushing his hair behind his ear.  "You're my perfect match too." I tell him, kissing his lips.

Louis (POV)

This can't be happening. Could I have found someone I can actually picture myself with?

On fucking Tinder?!

I love you Tinder I think to myself, continuing to kiss Harry back.

"Come here." He says huskily, scooping me up on top of his toned abs to straddle him.

"You are so beautiful Lou." He simply states running his hands down my waste.

I love how he's already calling me baby and Lou.

"Thank you." I blush, hiding my cheeks with my hands.

"Don't." He says, grabbing my hands from my cheeks, holding them in his. "Don't ever hide from me baby." He says seriously.

"Okay." I smile, bringing my head down to kiss him again.

Our kiss escalates with me straddling Harry. I kiss him so passionately, moaning against his lips. I can feel myself getting hard again. I grind myself against Harry as I tongue kiss him.

His manly hands running down my back, controlling my movements against him now. Fuck, he's so hot.

Harry swiftly flips us over. Harry's hot body against mine is enough to make me feel some type of way.

Harry places my hands above my head holding them in place by my wrists. He kisses me all over, causing goosebumps to form.

"Harry." I moan.

He kisses my neck and sucks lightly. He moves down to my chest lapping his tongue against my soft skin. He moves down towards my dick causing the pit of my stomach to drop. He kisses down my abs making me go insane.

My hands now wrapped in his hair giving it a light tug. I pull him up to my lips starting a tongue war again.

He has the prettiest green eyes.

"I never want to let you go." He breathes against my neck.

"Then don't." I say, running my hands through his curls.

-

Five years later

Harry's (POV)

Since the night of Louis and I's spontaneous Tinder fuck, we've been inseparable. I love this man with all of my heart. Tomorrow we're getting married and I couldn't be anymore happier.

I never would have thought I would be getting married five years later to the love of my life. Tomorrow is going to be the best day. I have to start writing my vows.

"NO DAMN IT! I WANTED CHAMPAGNE COLORED FLOWERS NOT WHITE! YOU HAVE RUINED MY DREAM WEDDING. I HATE YOU!" I hear Louis shouting over the phone sobbing.