Untouchable Face {NEW- Larry Stylinson AU Fan Fiction}

EMMA'S POV

When we arrive at Zayn's place, I'm still angry. He's making it so hard for me to talk to him. He keeps huffing and snapping at every single thing I do.

I sit down on the couch and he points at the door, "Can you take your shoes off?"

I roll my eyes and kick them off, tossing them over to the door, "Happy?"

He shakes his head in irritation, "Em-"

"No," I interrupt, "I wanted to talk to you. Before you come up with some stupid reason to fight, let me talk."

He sighs and sits next to me, resting his hand on my knee, "I'm sorry. Go ahead."

I take a deep breath and stare at his fingers instead of his face, "Okay, um- so like, I'm sorry about freaking out. I did that because I think you're right. I think there's something wrong with me and it scares me. I'm- uh, going to see a doctor next week. I'm sorry for being crazy."

Zayn wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his side, "Love, I never said you were crazy. I just wanted you to consider it. It was out of place, though, I'm sorry."

I nod slowly, "It wasn't. I'm actually- glad that you said something, because I wouldn't have considered that otherwise. It's probably a good idea for me to see someone and just get it sorted out."

He grins and kisses my forehead, "I'm glad you see it that way. You know you can always talk to me about this stuff.”

I smile gladly, “Thanks, Zayn. That’s good to know.”

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before I break it, “Do you know anything about my dad’s new girlfriend? He’s like really secretive about her.”

Zayn clears his throat awkwardly, “Um- No, he hasn’t told me much. Maybe they aren’t that serious.”

“Yuck,” I stick my tongue out, “My dad being in a ‘casual relationship’ makes me feel ill.”

Zayn smirks, “Imagine what he’d think about us, then.”

The evident smile on my face drops completely at the comment, “Right, yeah because we’re not serious either.”

I stand up and start walking toward the kitchen. Zayn follows close behind, “Em-“

I feel awkward because I’ve completely embarrassed myself. It’s evident that I’ve been thinking of our relationship differently than Zayn has. Why would he want something serious with me? I’m so much younger than him.

“Emma,” he starts again, resting his hands on my shoulder as I lean over the counter, “I didn’t mean it that way.”

I shrug his hands off and turn to face him, “Then what did you mean? What do we mean?”

Zayn’s mouth drops open, but words don’t come out.

“Whatever,” I laugh dryly, “I’m going to call a friend to pick me up.”

I slide past him and head over to my shoes.

“No, Emma,” Zayn pleads, “Don’t go. Let’s actually talk about this.”

“I’m tired,” I whine, “I don’t want to talk. We’ve talked enough for now.”

Zayn nods, slowly approaching me as if I’m a ticking time bomb, “That’s fine. We can take a nap and talk whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

I watch him cautiously for a minute, thinking it all over. His sincerity is what wins me over, along with his warm bed, “Alright, but no talking until after the nap.”

“Deal,” he grins, taking my hand and leading me to his room.

He had a point though: What /would/ my dad think?

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LOUIS’ POV

The date has gone exactly as planned. Harry and I are nearly to our last stop and we’re both sufficiently tipsy. Thankfully, all of the spots I’ve chosen are nearby. We pull up to the hotel and the valet opens both of our doors. I slide a tip into his hand and collect the ticket.

“This place,” Harry glances around in wonder, “Is like really nice.”

I chuckle and place my hand at the small of his back, “Yes, it is. Only the best for you, love.”

He grins fondly and walks close to my side as we enter the large building.

Harry follows my directions to sit in one of the nearby chairs while I check-in. I approach the front desk and a man greets me enthusiastically, “Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton, how may I help you, sir?”

I grin and lean across the counter, “Yes, I have a reservation just for tonight. Last name Tomlinson.”

He nods and types on the keyboard quickly, “Yes, I have you in the presidential suite on the twelfth floor. Will that do?”

“Just fine, yes,” I smile kindly, “Could you have a bottle of Champagne waiting for us?”

“Absolutely, sir. I have a card on file ending in 5784; Would you look all charges to go to that account?”

I nod and glance over at Harry, who is now standing and admiring the chandelier. I chuckle to myself and turn back to the concierge.

“Alright, Mr. Tomlinson, you’re all set,” He hands me a packet, “Here are your room keys and bill information. Did the valet have any bags for you going up?”

I shake my head, and I know this gives us away quite a bit. The man doesn’t falter, though, and wishes me a wonderful stay.

I join Harry in the sitting area and snake my arm around his unsuspecting waist, “Our room is ready, sweetheart.”

Harry turns until his face is nearly level with mine, his cheeks pink and his lips bitten red, “Perfect.”

He intertwines our fingers, gripping my hand in his as we walk to the lift. I select the correct floor and on our way up, Harry places a soft kiss on my cheek, “Thanks for everything, Louis. This is the best date I could have ever imagined.”

I lean up to peck his lips, “Only for you.”

That’s when the truth behind those words truly hit me. I really have never done anything like this for someone. Ever. Only Harry’s been worth it.

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HARRY’S POV

We’re sprawled out on the bed, the bottle of champagne now half-way gone, and we’re laughing about god knows what. I’m too mesmerized by the way Louis talks. He’s just fascinating all around.

“Alright, I’ve got one more question before the little game is over,” Louis smirks, scooting closer to me. We’re face to face on the large bed, my legs kicking in the air. He takes both of my hands in his and looks me straight in the eyes.

“Well here goes. I know we haven’t known each other very long, and you asked me recently what we were exactly. Do you remember that?”

I try to steady my breathing, because this can go one of two ways, really: good or bad.

“Of course I do,” I smile, “You said you didn’t want to label anything just yet.”

“Yeah,” Louis sighs, grinning down at our hands, “Since then, though, I’ve realized how much you really mean to me. I don’t think it’ll make much of a difference, but I felt like maybe it would make things more clear and evident if I asked you to be my boyfriend. Like, officially.”

My heart is racing and Louis is watching me so intently. His expression is entirely serious, the most serious I’ve ever seen him if I’m honest.

“You don’t have to do this to make me feel better-“

“God, Harry,” Louis squeezes my hand, “That’s not what this is. I want you to know how much I like you, and I really want you to be my boyfriend- If you’ll have me.”

I bite my bottom lip and surge forward, kissing him harshly. The kiss isn’t heated or sexual, but it’s passionate and brief.

“Is that a yes?” Louis chuckles, sloshing around the last sip of champagne in his glass.

“Of course it’s a yes,” I giggle, “Now put that glass up and come kiss me properly.”

Louis smiles brightly, standing and tossing back the last sip before taking my empty glass and placing both of ours on the room service tray.

“Now that’s something I can’t argue with,” he rasps as he slips under the covers with me.

“You must be a shit lawyer then,” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me.

“Get off it,” he frowns teasingly.

I kiss the frown off of his face and he hums softly into the kiss as my hands trail down his sides.

“So,” I whisper against his lips, “If we’re officially boyfriends, does that mean we can go all the way?”

Louis nibbles at my lip and pulls away slightly, “Not tonight, no. We’ve had too much to drink. But it’s certainly something we can talk about soon.”

I smile, deciding that it’s enough for now, “Alright. We can do something right now, though, right? I mean, just like we’ve done before.”

Louis chuckles, “You don’t have to be so innocent about it. Just tell me what you want, Harry.”

I feel my cheeks blushing as he speaks, “Um, well like- Could I, uh-“

“Spit it out, love,” Louis teases.

“I swallow, thank you very much,” I retort, because I can’t exactly resist. He laughs louder than I expected, and I find myself laughing too.

“Yes, you do, don’t you?” He coos, “My good little boy.”

I can’t believe it, but I feel my cock start to stiffen at just those words. I nod slowly and he brushes strands of hair out of my face.

“Now, tell me what you want to do, Harry. Be specific; I won’t laugh at you,” Louis kisses the corner of my mouth slowly as I try to breathe.

“I’d like to eat you out again,” I say much too quickly and quietly.

Louis hears me, though. I know he does.

“What was that, Harry?” he smirks.

“I’d like,” I say slowly, kissing his lips between each word, “To eat you out again.”

Louis’ smile only grows, “I’d love that, Harry.”

He rolls onto his back and waits for me to move. I begin by straddling his lap. My pants feel impossibly tight in this position. Louis must notice, because he immediately undoes the button on my slacks, relieving some tension. I start unbuttoning his shirt, leaning down to kiss him at the same time.

“I was hoping,” He breathes out reaching down to un-zip my trousers, “That you’d want to do this. I cleaned myself really good for you.”

I moan against his lips, undoing his pants and sliding my hands in the front of them, feeling his thick cock through his thin briefs.

“Good,” I grin, trying to hide my inevitable nerves, “I can’t wait.”

As I scoot farther down his body, I drag his clothes off slowly until he is laid bare in front of me.

“You’re so beautiful, Louis,” I gasp as he reaches out and tugs at my belt loops.

“You’re one for flattery, love,” he chuckles, “But, you should see yourself.”

Louis yanks my shirt open roughly as I sit up on my knees, allowing him to do as he pleases. Some of the buttons simply come undone, but some fly off of the shirt, getting lost between the sheets.

“God,” he continues, “Your eyes are blown, your lips all bitten and red. Your fucking chest is so broad and strong. I want you so much, Harry.”

My breathing quickens significantly as he speaks, his hands trailing along my torso while his eyes follow.

“Yeah?” I choke out as he dips his hands into the back of my pants, gripping my arse.

“Of course,” he grins as I lean forward to capture his lips with mine. We kiss languidly for a few minutes, his fingertips grazing so near to my hole. I clench instinctively and shiver every time he gets close.

“I want you too,” I murmur between pecks, “More than anything.”

He bucks his hips up and moans when he feels me against him.

“How do you want me, love?” Louis asks, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.

“In every way. I want you inside of me, though,” I smirk, knowing he likes when I’m specific.

“Oh,” Louis flusters, licking his lips, “I- I meant where do you want me to lay right now. But, like- yeah, we can do that....Soon.”

My cheeks grow hot in embarrassment, “Sorry, I thought you meant-“

“No,” Louis chuckles softly, his finger pressed against my lips, “I liked hearing it. Don’t apologize. Don’t ever-”

I cut him off with another kiss, “Okay, then to answer your actual question- However you’re comfortable.”

Louis smirks and sits up, pulling his shirt off all the way, “I’ve got an idea. Lie on your back.”

I nod, shuffling off of his naked body. I toss my shirt aside before following his orders, resting my head on the pillow he was just on.

“Now,” Louis crawls on the bed, kneeling on the bed next to me, “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

I nod, swallowing nervously, “Yeah, I promise.”

Louis kisses my lips one last time before turning his back to me and straddling one leg over my chest. He’s still sitting on his knees, but his perfect round ass is right in front of me. I’d be a fool not to reach out and grasp it in my hands. I squeeze tightly as he tugs at my pants, pushing them toward my feet. They only get down to my knees before he’s bending over and sucking gently at the tip of my cock.

“Jesus,” I hiss, wiggling my hips slightly.

Louis pulls off for a moment, still stroking me with his hand, “I prefer Mr. Jesus, but you’re cute so I’ll forgive you.”

My response is a mixture of a laugh and a gasp as he wraps his lips around my length again, his tongue dipping into the tip experimentally. I try to keep still, but my hips jerk slightly.

“Harry,” he pulls off again, simply holding his hand still as he turns his toward me, “You need to keep still, please.”

I bite down on my lip and nod.

“Also,” Louis winks, shifting his hips slightly, “You can get started whenever you’re ready.”

I nod again, skimming my hands over his thighs until I reach the swell of his bum. I grip his hips and pull him closer to me, grinning at the way he gasps as his cock drags along my chest, leaking a trail of pre-come. He returns to sucking me off, his hand cupping my balls.

I reach around his leg and gather some of the seed on my thumb as I place a gentle kiss against the skin on his arsecheek.

I feel his body quiver and he stops sucking for a moment, his lips still resting loosely around me. I spread his cheeks apart, sitting up ever so slightly and leaning on my elbows as I hole him open. First I spread the small amount of pre-come I collected against his throbbing hole. He tenses when I touch him, so I kiss his skin again.

“Relax,” I whisper, “I’ve got you.”

He responds with a hum, continuing to suck me down, swallowing as he slowly takes me down farther. I breathe harshly as I close the distance between my mouth and his hold. I grip his cheeks and spread them more, gently rubbing my thumbs against his rim. I press against him slowly, dipping one thumb in briefly, aware of how dry it still is.

I decide to just go in without an actual warning. He senses my closeness and his thighs tremble. I breathe hotly against his rim, gently pressing my lips against his perineum. He moans around my cock, his tongue gliding against me as he sucks harshly. He pulls up and begins to bob his head, surely attempting to distract himself from his own sensitivity. I squeeze his arse to maintain his attention as I flatten my tongue and finally run it along his rim, warm and wet.

He pulls off instantly, dropping his head to my thigh as he moans, “Harry! Fuck.”

I grin to myself proudly. He strokes me lazily with his hand as I continue lick and suck at his now-slicked rim. He sucks on the skin of my upper thigh, biting down every time my thumbs stretch him farther, my tongue slipping in teasingly.

“Dammit,” he calls out, his fingertips digging into my thigh as he quickens the pace of his hand, “Sorry, you’re just so good at this.”

He chuckles breathily and I try not to let it go to my head, but my whole body warms at his praise. It doesn’t even matter that his mouth isn’t still on me because I’m already quite close.

“Lou,” I rub my thumb roughly against his hole, wiping the spit from my mouth as I speak, “Is it alright if I like...”

My voice trails off and once again, I feel embarrassed.

“You can’t honestly be scared to say something,” Louis chuckles, sucking briefly at my cock, “You’ve had your tongue in my arse for about ten minutes now.”

I laugh dryly, pressing my lips against his hole again, sucking quickly. I swirl my tongue around once and pull back, “Touché, can I use my fingers?”

Louis’ thighs squeeze my sides and his dick twitches on my chest.

“Yeah,” he gulps as I lick over his hole again, “I’d like that. Just go slow.”

I dip my thumb in slowly, feeling him tense.

“Of course,” I promise, “Just relax.”

He takes a deep breath and I feel him relax instantly. He wraps his lips around me again, taking me back as far as he can in one go. I breathe shortly and press my thumb in farther, licking around my finger sloppily.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Louis mumbles around my cock, licking around my girth skillfully.

I know I don’t have much longer before I come, so I reach around again and pump my fist over him quickly. He must know I’m close, because he continues to bob his head, rolling my balls around gently in his hand. I poke my tongue in sharply alongside my finger, his whimpers and muffled moans filling the room.

I groan deeply, hardly doing anything with my mouth anymore, unable to formulate my motions calmly. I gasp against his skin, massaging his prostate and gently nudging my fingers against his balls as my stomach tightens.

“Christ, Louis,” I moan, breathing hotly with my face buried between his arsecheeks, “I’m coming. Don’t stop.”

He hums around me, gagging slightly as my hips involuntarily shift. I apologize breathlessly as heat pools deep in my gut. I come hotly down his throat, my hips stuttering as he holds my thighs down. He swallows a few times consecutively before pulling off, pushing back on my thumb, grinding into my fist perfectly.

His moans are much louder now as he rides back on my finger, my tongue now back to licking around his pink, puffy rim. He gasps as he comes in spurts on my stomach. I pull my thumb out slowly, tentatively licking at his oversensitive hole as he comes down, my other hand still carelessly stroking him through his orgasm.

“Baby,” he grunts, his thighs trembling, “Can’t take anymore. Hurts.”

I immediately stop, pulling my hand and tongue away instantly. I wrap my arms around his waist and help him onto the vacant space next to me.

Louis rests on my shoulder, his hand grazing the clean spots on my chest.

“We should clean up,” he finally says while we’re catching our breaths.

“I’m going to take a wild guess that this place has a killer bathtub, yeah?” I chuckle, resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair, drops of come all over them.

“Only the best for you,” he says again.

I blush and smile, kissing his temple, “Then let’s take a nice bath, boyfriend.”

He winks and sits up lazily, leaning down to peck my lips cheekily, “And then have a proper cuddle, boyfriend.”

This is definitely something I don’t even need to get used to. I’m slowly falling deeply in love with this incredible man.

Notes

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