Pure Seduction

He’s perched on the edge of the couch, biting at an already ragged cuticle around one of his thumbs, and you can hear the sounds of the football game on the television from where you stand in the kitchen. Elbows on his spread knees, he’s leaning forward with the pressure of the game’s suspense and you can’t help grinning to yourself a little. You put away the dishes from last night’s dinner that you’ve cleaned and dried and take a moment to duck into the fridge to grab a canned soda for yourself and a bottle of brew for your boyfriend, then trot into the living room to join Louis.
“How’s it going?” you wonder, setting the beer down on the coffee table in front of him.
Louis’s head jerks in the direction of your voice before he peers up at you with a little grin, “Fine, I think, we’re still way ahead.”
With a little laugh, you nod, and pop the top of your soda with the intent to take a sip before you find your e-reader and settle in with him. He’ll talk about the game either way, but you’re always much more interested in his commentary than the actual sport. Before you can sit though, Louis pats both his knees and gestures to the space between them.
“Sit here?”
“Yeah okay.” You grin. When your soda’s sitting next to Louis’s drink, you plunk yourself down between his legs, leaning against one thigh a moment as you wiggle a bit to get comfortable.
After you’ve settled in, Lousi’s legs press in against your shoulders and he leans down to wrap his arms around your neck. He buries his face in your hair and takes a deep breath in, before mumbling, “Love you.”
You feel warm and touched all the way down to your toes, your mouth stretched in a smile. You put both hands on his fuzzy forearm and nuzzle into it at the same time, murmuring the words into his skin, “I love you too.”
That seems to satisfy him. With a small, relaxed sigh, he unravels his arms, but his hands come down on your shoulders now and though you can tell his attention has turned back to the game, he begins to absently rub where his hands lie.
You don’t stop him; it’s really not every day that you get an impromptu massage like so, especially when Louis spends more of his time stumbling around the world than he does here at home. You lean your head back, feeling the warmth radiating from his belly behind your head and he continues to rub, pressing his fingertips into the muscles around your shoulders and collarbones. For a few minutes, it just continues like that, until you’re feeling nothing but warm and pliant, nearly drifting off with your head between his thighs.
And it’s not that he stops that startles you, it’s that his hand slips down the skin bared by your tank top to sink into the front the shirt and straight into the cup of your bra.
You actually giggle when his huge hand palms the entirety of your breast, though the noise evens out into a little sigh as his lips find your ear at the same time.
“Louis….” you wonder quietly, as he simply keeps massaging from here, kneading the soft flesh of your breast until your nipple is hard under his palm.
Without answering you, his other hand joins the first and he rolls both breasts in his hands until you’re going boneless under his hands and wet between your thighs, head turned towards one of his as you bite your bottom lip between your teeth to needlessly stifle the pleased sounds working their way up your throat. You curl your hands into fists in your lap, enjoying the deft way he works the flesh in his hands, digging his fingertips into the right places and intermittently tugging your nipples into tight little buds. When you can chance a look up at him, his mouth is open, eyes a little glazed as they can’t seem to focus between the game on the screen and your breasts in his hands.
He extracts them moments later only so that he can cup your face, folding himself in half to kiss your mouth hard. Then he’s tugging on you, on your shirt, your hair, mumbling, “Get up in my lap, baby.”
It takes just a few moments to comply and Louis helps you shimmy out of your jeans on the way, the rough pads of his fingers catching against your skin, nails dragging lightly across it. By the time you’re perched over him, the game seems forgotten, and his mouth is on your neck, biting into it to the sound of your moaning.
You don’t have to look to know he’s hard as a rock in his jeans and as he nips his way down your collar to the generous swell of your chest, pushing his face into your cleavage for several seconds, you work on undoing his jeans. Just feeling him fat and heavy in your palm is enough to make your even your skin feel too hot and his cursing, “Jesus fucking Christ, fuck,” is muffled in your boobs.
There’s a bit of a scuffle when his hands find yours and the two of you fumble around getting your panties to the side and tugging his jeans a little further down, his leaking cock brushing your bare belly as he pushes up to let you get the denim and cotton down the little curve of his ass. You have barely enough time to sink down on him before he’s thrusting upward and with a strangled sound you bury your face in his neck. His hand curls around the back of your neck at the base of your skull, holding you there as he fucks up into the shallow rocking of your body against his and you can hear his ragged breathing, feel the ghost of his breath, hot on your neck.
You fist your hands in the couch, breathing in the sweaty, heady scent of him, your own pants muffled and clamming up his skin.
Vaguely you can also hear the television in the background, the noisy sounds of the crowd at the game and snatches of commentary that don’t mean much to you at all. With his mouth and chin pressed into the side of your head, you can hear Louis’s little curses, a hard breath wrenched out of him when you clench around him, already close and starting to teeter on the edge of bliss. Louis’s got his other hand on your back, holding on tight enough that you can feel the bite of his shortly trimmed nails.
It’s not until you hear an, “Ah, fuck! No, no go the other way!” that it hits you.
Movements faltering against him, you can’t pick up your head to do it, but you still ask into the curve of his throat, “Are you… are you still watching the game?” somewhat incredulously.
He wobbles a little on the next upstroke. "….. Yeh.“
"LOUl!” You almost push away, but that large hand on your neck stops you with a squeeze and his other hand drops to your backside, grinding you against him. You feel more than see his head drop onto the back of the couch.
“Fuck, fuck, sorry don’t stop, babe, please, don’t fucking stop.”
A little shudder ripples down your spine from the hot touch of his palm and you’re pretty sure you didn’t even want to when you tried, but you do wrestle your head up enough to bow over him, covering his mouth with your own and obscuring the television all the same. If Louis minds, it isn’t evident in the way his mouth slides against yours, lips prying yours apart, biting the edges of them just before he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You see a few stars when he lets go of your neck, shoves a hand down the space between the two of you and gets two fingers in your wet middle to circle and stroke your clit. Your hands curl into white knuckled fists on his shoulders and you are most assuredly caught in the sensations, your body tight with anticipation, clutching at him as he pushes up into you again and again, still using that hand on your backside to draw you in all the more.
Your orgasm just happens to coincide with Louis’s team making the winning goal, and his broken up cackles fill the air as you’re coming and crowing his name while the crowd cheers in the background. And despite all his dumb giggles, he’s not too far behind you, calling out for both you and Our Lord and Savior: Jesus Christ on a Bicycle.
When the two of you aren’t much more than a sweaty lump of bodies on the corner of the sofa, Louis’s fingers find their way into your hair, petting it back from your face. You look up to see his face covered in a particularly awful shit eating grin.
“We won,” he giggles.
You pinch him real good in the side for it.

Notes

sorry guys!! I had finals and stuff so yeah been stuck in my room studying but i am done so more to come soon!

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