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Pure Seduction

Tommo Tomlinson

You’re still straddling Louis after just riding him like you stole something, and it’s the third time you’ve fucked tonight since he came home from months away on tour. Things always get steamy right away when he gets home, but he had been particularly insatiable tonight, continuing to suck and swirl his tongue over your nipples afterward and heading right back down between your legs to lick you clean of your juices and his own cum leaking out of you. You had only been asleep for what felt like a few minutes before Louis was at it again, rousing you from your slumber with his hand cupping and squeezing your heat and his hips pushing his hardening cock against your ass.
So you’re shocked to say the least when you crawl off him and settle down next to him, fighting back a yawn only to see Louis propped up on his elbows and fixing you with a peculiar look.
"What?"
"I’m still hard." He says, still a bit breathless, giving a pointed look down his body.


Your mouth falls open as you follow his gaze and see that, lo and behold, his cock is resting against his stomach, glistening from having been inside you and still stiff. You blink at him.
"You can’t be serious…." Louis bites his lip and wraps his hand around himself, giving it a couple of slow easy strokes.
"I don’t understand it either." his fingers brush over the head and he hisses loudly, body shuddering. "Shit, ‘s so sensitive…" The sight of him jerking off slowly but deliberately, eyes shut and lip sucked between his teeth is a wonderful sight indeed, even though you’re sore and exhausted by this point. You reach out and run your hand over his sweat slicked skin, over his abs and up to his chest, rubbing a thumb over his nipple. He gives you a look that’s part glassy-eyed pleasure and part raw need to get off, hot breath rushing from his pink colored bitten lips. You can’t keep from bringing your fingers up along his neck, past his racing pulse points and over his chiseled jawline to cup his cheek in your palm, can’t help raising up to taste those lips again. He takes your kiss and leans up into it, his tongue needy and searching, and your lips slide wetly against each other.
You pull away from him a few inches to look down and see him still stroking himself, hips twitching upward, the flushed, wet head of his cock vanishing and reappearing as his hand moves. Louis calls your name in a soft, cracking voice, his arm moves until it’s around your back and he hauls you closer to him until he can kiss you again. He’s panting and letting out little hopeless sounds against your mouth, fingers digging into your side as he licks and sucks on your lips like they’re his lifeline.
"F-fuck. Baby…" his entire body shudders when you ghost your hand down underneath his and take gentle hold of his sac, kneading at his balls and rolling them in your palm. He has to pull away from your kisses then, neck straining as he tilts his head back into the pillows and lets out a strangled, broken groan. You kiss the sweat from his collarbone, feeling his torso arch up towards you as you let your tongue trail to his nipple and drag your teeth over it. You lightly squeeze and massage his balls and Louis’s fist moves faster on his cock.
"God damn it, fuck, baby I…I can’t…" You glance up at him.
"What is it, baby?"
"It’s not enough," he moans, brows pushed together in hopeless frustration, chest heaving. "I can’t, I need…" You raise on your knees and kneel next to him, rubbing your hand over his hip soothingly.
"What do you need? Me?" He blinks up you, eyes trailing over your bare form briefly before he nods with an almost pitiful ‘uh huh’. You smile at him, something about the utter desperation in his face making you a little giddy. "I’ll help you, baby."
The moment your mouth closes over him he nearly bucks you right off the bed, and you have to pull away, raising your eyebrows at him as you stroke him lightly.
"Sorry," he mutters through gritted teeth, one hand plowing through his hair and gripping the sweaty strands as you try again, a little slower this time. You take him into your mouth as far as he can go and he gives a throaty groan above you, both shaking hands landing on the back of your head as you suck on him like a popsicle. He’s so sensitive and overstimulated that everything you do makes him whimper, his hips rising and legs moving restlessly around on the bed. Your hand returns to its place on his balls as you pull out every trick from your arsenal; you make sure to slick him thoroughly with your spit, giving him long, wet licks and sucking deeply enough to make your cheeks hollow, your hand squeezing and twisting around him. Relaxing your throat as best you can (a little easier than usual since you’d already done this earlier tonight), you let him push until your nose meets his pubic hair and you gag around him, eyes watering and mouth drooling as you try in vain to fight back a cough. You do this a couple more times, until you can feel the little twitches of his stomach muscles and you know that he’s starting to get close.
Louis's heavy and insistent little whines spur you on, and even though your jaw and throat are starting to ache something fierce, you know how badly he needs it and so you suck his cock like you’re getting paid to do it, bobbing your head to the pace that his hands have set. His head starts to thrash from side to side, his body writhing and thighs tensing, you let your fingers press into the soft fleshy spot right behind his balls and Louis lets out a husky shout, hips bucking hard. He moans and curses and babbles out your name like a mantra, and with a few more wet, sucking bobs of your head, Louis’s body wracks with tight convulsions. He pulls your hair tightly enough to border on pain as he explodes in your mouth, his cum coating your tongue, and you stroke him through it, hoping to milk him enough to bring him relief. At long last Harry falls limp to the mattress, and as you swallow and lick your hips and attempt to wipe your face clean, working your jaw back and forth to try to ease some of the ache, Louis’s breathing is so harsh that you worry for a moment that he needs his inhaler.

"Baby? Are you okay?" Your voice raspy from just having his cock down your throat a moment ago, and you touch his arm gently.
"Yeah…" he says lowly, voice as shaky as the rest of him is, and you watch as he presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. "You just…that was just…" He pulls his hands away and you see now how damp his eyes are. Bemused but finding it endearing and strangely satisfying that the orgasm you gave him brought him to tears, you carefully ease yourself down close to his side, rubbing your thumb gently under one of his eyes and catching the wetness on the pad of it.
"Intense?"
"Yeah," he lets out an utterly exhausted laugh, voice wrecked and sleepy. "Y’could say that." His arms wrap limply around you, and he tugs at you weakly, too spent to actually pull you up onto his chest like he usually does, but you get the message and scoot closer anyway. Your lips meet in a kiss that’s hardly more than your lips touching to his, and his eyes are drooping heavily when you pull away. You stroke his hair back and his eyelids slide fully shut, letting out a deep sigh.
"Are you good now?"
"Mhm." Louis tucks his face right into your hair, and you can tell he’s already half asleep. "Thank you. Love you." You kiss his jaw and whisper back that you love him too, but by then he’s already gone.

Notes

~~SYN ROZE~~

Comments

HOW THE HELL DO YOU VOTE

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT FOR WEEKS NOW! I CAN SUBSCRIBE, RATE AND COMMENT BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO FRICKIN VOTE!!!!! ARGH!

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!

Great Sequal!!! XD

Hazeleyes13 Hazeleyes13
10/11/17

Plz do a foursome with all the guys

Please write some more soon. Your a great writer

@Anon
P would love to help!