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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Stan_Lucas
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, First_Time, Established_Relationship, Fingering, Sex
      Toys, Cock_Rings, Anal_Sex, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Orgasm_Control,
      Desperation, Begging, top!Louis, Bottom!Harry, Desperate!Harry
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-14 Words: 2214
****** Been Waiting Long Enough ******
by hipstuhpls
Summary
     At first Louis thought it was cute.. It was just a reminder of how
     young Harry really was. Even the second time, it didn't bother him so
     much. But once it was happening consistently, Louis knew something
     needed to be done.
Notes
     This summary is so awful, oh god. This was written as a prompt fill
     on Tumblr and I moved it here because yeah. Desperate!Harry is always
     good.
At first Louis thought it was cute..
Harry was just barely sixteen.. he was still young. It made sense for him to be
awkward and new at everything.. Louis understood that. So when the two tumbled
into bed the first time, his lips attached to Harry’s neck, he laughed it off
when Harry had come before Louis was even able to get his trousers off.
Even the second time, Louis just smiled like it was no big deal. He had lasted
a little longer. This time at least, the two of them were able to strip off
their clothes and grind against each other.. for about thirty seconds. And then
Harry had streaks of white across his chest and an already fucked out,
embarrassed expression painted across his face.
Of course Louis wasn’t going to say anything about it.. He could tell that
Harry was a little upset that he couldn’t last long enough. It was embarrassing
to him that he couldn’t keep from coming at just the simplest touch..
Especially because it was happening every single fucking time.
Before Louis was even able to get completely into it, Harry had already excited
himself into an orgasm. And sure, Louis understood that Harry didn’t mean for
it to happen.. but it was frustrating.. both mentally and sexually.
Every time, Harry would just look up at him with regretful, sleepy eyes and
mutter out,
“M’sorry, Boobear.. I’ll do better next time, I promise.”
And Louis wouldn’t even care so much if Harry wasn’t so damn tired after every
orgasm. If Harry could just suck him off real fast.. or even just assist him
with a wank.. it would be absolutely fine. But no, he would just pass out and
leave Louis to deal with his stiffy alone.
Harry swears up and down that he wasn’t a virgin before Louis (or still isn’t a
virgin now.. because he’s never even made it long enough for them to properly
fuck).. but Louis genuinely can’t believe that this boy who can barely get his
kit off before coming all over himself has managed to fuck someone else.
And then Harry swears that it’s just what Louis does to him.
Stan nearly pissed himself when Louis told him what was happening. He didn’t
want to share Harry’s embarrassment with his friend.. but it was getting
ridiculous and now Louis was just really, really horny.
“He seriously fucking comes before you even get it in?!”he asked, sheer
amusement in his tone.
Louis sat on his bed with the phone pressed against his ear, rubbing at the
bridge of his nose. “Yes. Sometimes before he can even get naked. It’s not
funny!”
But Stan was already laughing again and Louis just fell back against his bed
dejectedly. He was glad that Harry was out of the flat.. or he might have
overheard the conversation and been upset.
“It’s actually hilarious, mate.. Honestly. How many times has this happened?
Like, how many since you’ve gotten together?”
Louis blushed a bit at that question.. because he really didn’t care to admit.
“Sixteen.”
Stan howled with laughter again, and if Louis wasn’t in such desperate need of
help, he probably would have hung up on him.
“And you’ve never just fucking forced him down and fucked him again after he’s
like, finished or whatever? Because honestly, mate.. This sounds really
pathetic.”
He knew that. He really did. But how could he just force his boyfriend to sleep
with him while he was exhausted and sensitive.. He might have wanted sex, but
he loved Harry way too much to put him through that kind of.. is it considered
torture?
“I’ve got an idea for you, though. Never used one myself, obviously, because
girls and I don’t really have that problem.. but there is this thing you can
try..”

                     ____________________________________
Four days later, he had Harry laying naked across the bed, staring up at him
with big nervous eyes. He was already hard, red, and leaking.. so Louis knew he
didn’t have long to get this done.
“Want to try something, Harry..” he murmured, crawling a little closer to
Harry, still fully dressed.
The younger boy nodded, looking unsure.
“It’s going to help with your.. little problem.”
A bright red blush spread across Harry’s cheeks. “Anything. I just want to last
for you.. Just wanna be good for you..”
Louis grinned, almost evilly. “Trust me, you will. Don’t touch yourself, hold
on.”
Harry whimpered and Louis crawled over to the bedside drawer. He reached in and
pulled out everything he would need.. Condom. Lube. And Stan’s suggestion. He
pushed it closed and moved back to Harry, holding up the items.
A confused, almost worried look spread across Harry’s face. “What is that?” he
asked, pointing to the new object (though, technically all of them were new,
considering they’d never made it far enough to use them.. but at least Harry
knew what they were).
Louis smiled again and set the condom and the lube down onto the mattress. He
held up the tiny, circular object. “This is called a cock-ring. It’s going to
keep you from coming until I take it off..”
The green eyes lit up a little, though he could still sense the boy’s nerves.
“Okay..”
It slid on easily enough, a soft moan escaping Harry’s lips at the pressure but
otherwise going unnoticed. And Harry hadn’t come yet, so that was a plus.
“Feels funny,” he mumbled, looking up into Louis’ blues.
“You’ll forget all about it in a bit, baby, I promise.” Louis leaned down and
pressed a soft kiss to Harry’s lips, before standing up and stripping off his
clothes quickly. He noticed the way Harry squirmed on the bed, like the sight
of Louis naked really was what was causing him so much trouble.
He quickly scooted back onto the bed and crawled over the top of Harry,
hovering centimeters about his lips. “What do you want? Do you want me to take
you tonight, Harry? Now that we can?” Louis was honestly proud of the husky,
seductive tone he was able to bring to his voice. The younger nodded
frantically, moaning again.
Maybe it really was just Louis that got him going so much.
After another kiss and some reassurance, Louis sat back by Harry’s legs and
pushed his thighs up, wasting no time. He wasn’t going to make Harry sit there
with a cock-ring on all night – keeping him from coming was probably just as
cruel as making him come more than once in a night – but Harry looked so eager
and excited and Louis wanted this too bad to think about slowing down.
“Prop your hips up a bit, love,” he said, scooting Harry into an easier, more
comfortable position. “Have you done this before?” If not, Harry was going to
have no idea what he was in for.
Harry nodded and waved his hand a bit. “Just fingers, like, to myself..”
And Louis needed no other signal to start. He uncapped the lube and spilled a
generous amount on his fingers. He pressed his lips to Harry’s knee, just
something to reassure him, as he dragged his finger lazily around his hole..
teasing a bit.
“Just do it, Lou.. won’t last..” the younger boy whined, and that reminded
Louis of exactly how young Harry was. Louis wasn’t much older.. nineteen was
nothing special.. but it was definitely older than Harry.
He smiled at his young boyfriend and slipped his first finger in, swallowing
hard at the tight feeling around it. Harry let out a loud moan and closed his
eyes.
“Just like that..”
“You’re so tight, Hazza, are you sure you’ve done this before?”
Harry nodded and scooted his arse back a bit. “Another.. fast..”
And Louis was in no position to deny him. He slipped a second finger in, moving
them around and stretching the boy out. If the noises coming from Harry were
any indication, Louis was doing something right.
Once the third finger moved in, Harry was practically fucking himself back,
crying out loudly.. and Louis thought he was the one who was going to lose it
early.
“I’m ready! I’m ready I’m ready, I’m reeeady,” he moaned in mantra, his fingers
clutching the bedsheets.
“It’s going to hurt if you’re not ready, Harry, you need—”
“Hurts now! Fuck me, please, need to come, please fuck me.” Harry’s face looked
like mix between extreme pleasure and displeasure.. God, his cock looked
painfully hard against his stomach.
“Gonna make it better, baby,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out and wiping
them off on the bed (they were going to have to change the sheets anyway). He
ripped open the foil packet and slid the condom on easily, covering it
generously with lube, and lining up at the younger’s entrance.
“Ready. Need you. Please now. Need you.”
Louis slid slowly into Harry, throwing his head back and moaning at the tight
boy around him. Harry squealed, obviously it was still a bit much.
“You o-okay?” he asked, testing his self control at the moment.. All he wanted
to do was fuck into Harry hard.. it had been way too long. He gave the boy a
minute, watching the expression on his face for any indication he could move.
Once Harry had given him the okay, he rocked his hips carefully and gently,
sliding in and out of the boy’s tight hole. He moaned softly, glancing down at
Harry who was stretched out in front of him, his eyes squeezed shut while his
mouth was held open in a moan. Though no noise was coming from his mouth, he
could see how Harry was feeling.
“Being so good, baby.. So good for me. So tight,” Louis mumbled, grinding his
hips slowly into Harry.
The younger boy just nodded, clearly pleased with the complement but too
preoccupied to reply. Louis leaned down to press his lips to Harry’s softly,
his stomach rubbing against Harry’s overstimulated cock. He squeaked and bucked
his hips up, then back onto Louis’ cock.
“H-Hurts s-so good, L-Louis.. need to come. Need to so bad. Need to come.”
There was desperation in his voice, and something about seeing Harry like this
was far more arousing to Louis than it should have been.
“What do you want, Harry? What do you want me to do? Tell me..” he whispered
out, keeping his steady and slow thrusting.
“Harder, need to come please, oh Louis, faster, please, harder, please, ready
just ready.”
He was so ruined and it was so sexy and Louis could do nothing but oblige to
his pleads, pulling out of Harry almost completely to slam back in hard. He had
to remind himself that this was Harry’s first time.. and it was going to hurt
like hell in the morning.. but the noise that Harry had made in response to
that just made Louis do it again, and again, and again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Harry. Feel so good, God.”
Harry had tears in his eyes and he was crying out loudly, grinding back onto
Louis and bucking his hips into the air, begging for some type of friction on
his cock. It was curved up against his stomach hard, the boy’s belly smeared
with his precome.
“Please, let me come, Louis.. Need to so bad, please, need to come, have to,
going to explode!”
Louis was close. He could feel the tightening in the pit of his stomach and his
thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm.
“I’m close baby. So close. Almost ready, almost there. I love you so much,
fuck, Harry.”
“L-Love y-yoou, Looouis,” Harry moaned out, throwing his head back. He looked
absolutely wrecked.
And that was all it took to send Louis over the edge completely, coming hard
deep inside the younger boy. He reached down through his own orgasm and pulled
the cock ring off of Harry quickly, forcing a deep, loud cry out of him as he
came hard all over both of them.
They were exhausted when they were finished, particularly Harry. The boy was
still trying to catch his breath. Louis pulled carefully out of Harry and
tossed the used condom into the bin near their bed, then grabbed a tissue from
off their nightstand before collapsing down on top of his boyfriend.
“You okay, love?” he asked softly, cleaning the both of them off.
Harry hummed in response and curled into Louis. “That was the best ever..” His
voice was sleepier than usual. Louis laughed lightly and ran his fingers
through his sweaty curls.
“Would you do it again?” he asked.
There was a brief moment of silence and Louis wasn’t actually sure if Harry had
fallen asleep or not.
“What? Have the best orgasm of my life again? Make love to my boyfriend without
exploding all over him before we can even touch? Yes please.”
Louis laughed again and pulled Harry a little closer, noting the way he winced
slightly at the moment.
“I’ll be gentler next time.”
But that time, Harry actually had fallen asleep.. his curls falling over his
face, his lanky arms draped around Louis. So Louis leaned forward and kissed
him lightly, before curling in next to him and falling asleep happy and
satisfied with his love.
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