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Louis would like to believe he didn’t know what he’d been looking for until he found him, sitting with a long leg crossed over the other, sandwiched in between the burliest boy of the frat house and the armrest of a ratty couch. He knew, though, that this time cutting his trip to the gym short had more to do with the promise of silky chocolate curls grazing his hands than laziness.
Louis’ frat brothers had the t.v on, some sort of video game tournament having gathered them in the living room space that was barely big enough to fit them all. Raucous laughter and loud cheers almost distracted from their mingling scents, though the adrenaline and excitement were too thick to miss, and the air fresheners messily scattered about the room were barely doing their job, if at all.
It was a cheesy thing to think Harry had sensed him, or that he had probably been looking for him too, so Louis didn’t let the thought simmer for long when on the other side of the room, their eyes met before Louis’ jealousy could start to flare up, and something else he couldn’t quite put a name to settled inside him in its place.
The guy squeezed next to Harry didn’t seem to notice he was no longer being paid attention to, his wide, thin-lipped mouth blabbering what Louis only assumed to be nonsense in Harry’s ear while Harry’s focused stare roved Louis up and down, a subtle, wicked smirk perched on the corner of his mouth.
Louis fidgeted in his place. Suddenly too aware of himself, he adjusted the snapback sitting backwards on his head before tucking in the longer strands of hair that peeked underneath. He tugged on his shirt, damp with sweat and sticking to his chest, growing warm wherever Harry’s earnest gaze landed.
In spite of knowing better than to expect a single scent to hit his nose if he breathed, Louis drew in a deep breath, shamelessly seeking the trace of Harry’s sweet scent in the air. Unsurprisingly, he was met with his own sweaty, black licorice smell, obnoxiously merged with the distinctive smell of over fifteen rowdy, excited alphas - something akin to the smell of fresh figs. He scrunched his nose in disgust, eyes still locked with Harry’s.
Even at a distance, Harry managed to roll his eyes at him, no doubt having caught Louis openly taking a whiff. And though Louis couldn’t hear him over the blaring sound coming from the t.v, Harry’s lips bloomed in a full smile - both rows of white teeth showing and the slight tremble of his chest letting him know he was chuckling, Louis quickly forgot about the tickle on his nose.
Vaguely, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder - “Tommo! Are you playing today?” - but he was too distracted to notice who. Especially when a single mischievous dimple popped on Harry’s cheek as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, tilting his head sideways while his chin pointed upstairs.
That, paired with the dangerous glint in Harry’s eyes, could only mean one thing. Louis wanted more than anything to feel him close, to breathe him in deep and let his lungs grow content and overfilled with Harry’s longing scent. He barely nodded before Harry stood up with the aid of one of his heavily ringed hands on the guy’s knee, pressing a coy kiss to his cheek, he excused himself even as the muscly alpha was still prattling on, and made his way across the room.
Hands slipping in the pockets of his joggers to make it seem casual, Louis followed after him. Of course. He didn’t really think he would’ve chosen another option even if he had it. Which he did, obviously, but it never really felt like it when it came to Harry. Surrendered to his wishes ever since they first kissed at Louis' celebration party after being elected president of the fraternity. (The memory of Harry’s soft voice crooning an even sultrier rendition of Marilyn Monroe’s “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” in his ear a year ago still sent a shiver down Louis’ spine.)
The flimsy, pastel blue of Harry’s gym shorts taunted Louis as they both trotted upstairs. The round muscle of his bum jiggled slightly, and Louis could’ve sworn Harry’s hips had an extra sway in the hallway on their way to his room.
Without warning, Harry melted into his frame as soon as the bedroom door closed behind them. It wasn’t particularly unusual for Harry to ask for a cuddle, but with his mind in the gutter, it caught Louis off guard, a startled gasp escaping his lips. He quickly shed his surprise, though, wrapping him up in a hug, arms circling Harry’s narrow waist as Harry pressed his face into his shoulder.
Harry muttered something unintelligibly under his breath, and even though Louis was so close to Harry like this, the faint murmur of the boys’ cheering outside drowned out his voice. Louis only knew he’d spoken because of the rumble of Harry’s chest against his own, and the hot breath that brushed his skin.
“What was that?” he chuckled, only to be met with another quiet murmur. “Harry?” he tried again.
“I said,” Harry finally confessed, a pout creeping up on his lips, “I just wanted to smell you for a bit.”
He sounded overwhelmed, barely leaning back to utter it before tucking back close into Louis’ neck. The omega’s senses were probably clogged from being surrounded by so many strong scents downstairs, and smiling faintly, Louis realised this was Harry asking for comfort.
Having never seeked Louis’ compliance before, Harry indulged himself without waiting for an answer - not that Louis had one, busy relishing in the thought of being needed by his omega. A low croon seeped from Louis as Harry brushed his nose all over him, practically rubbing his smell on him as he curled himself small and chirped. A silent inhale came from Harry after he buried his face in Louis’ armit, right before rubbing his jaw along Louis’ chest.
“You feeling okay, little dove?” Louis murmured, muffled by Harry’s shoulder as Harry gently nibbled on his shirt.
He had to clamp down a grunt when Harry unexpectedly bit on his pec, his hands tangling on Harry’s curls straight away to pull him off. Even when he was listening to his omega instincts Harry never stopped being feisty.
Rather than answering, Harry tilted his head back before surging forward and connecting their mouths in a searing kiss, erasing any opportunity of conversation, his palms gentle as they cradled Louis’ jaw. Louis wasn’t strong enough not to growl this time, even if Harry kept it chaste, just fitting his plump lips between Louis’.
The lack of talking wasn’t unexpected to Louis. Even in the quiet safety of his room, Harry had a bit of a hard time surrendering to his omega impulses, and harder yet, submitting to Louis. It had always been easier to just do - kiss and bite and purr to get his way.
Louis indulged him for a bit. Until, greedily, as Harry liked to call him whenever he did this, he tugged and gnawed on Harry’s bottom lip until Harry granted him access. Eagerly licking the roof of his mouth, Louis used the hold he had on Harry’s hair to pull him closer, tipped his head to the side so his nose pressed against Harry’s cheekbone. Harry urged closer still, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck and erasing any space between their chests, their hips
It caused Louis to knock back on his door, but Harry swallowed his groan.
This was more like them. This Louis was used to, the role Harry wanted him to play fitting him like a well loved glove.
Carelessly, the omega started rutting forward, bringing a thigh up Louis’ waist and locking his heel behind his leg. A bit muzzy already, the movement didn’t register in Louis’ brain until Harry whined and started swaying on the balls of his feet. Once it dawned on him, alongside Harry’s needy “Lou” breathlessly purred against his mouth, Louis squatted just low enough to secure his hands in the backs of Harry’s knees to lift him up, Harry immediately hugging his legs around his waist.
Harry’s moan in response echoed in Louis’ head as he walked them to his dresser, the undulating motion of Harry’s hips resuming as soon as Louis delicately set him down on the pale white, wooden surface. Harry had to tilt his head back a bit since Louis was a few inches taller like this, and it made both of them keen.
As always, time slowed down as they kissed. Standing between Harry’s legs, the alpha let his hands run all over Harry, sneak underneath his hoodie, play with the hem of his shorts, squeeze his bare thighs. He was only aware he was doing it because whenever his fingers touched one of Harry’s sensitive spots the boy would tug on his hair.
There was something intoxicating about the way Harry kissed him that always made Louis lose himself in it. Maybe it was the scent that embraced him and poured over his senses like a warm bath, or Harry’s needy mewls that he was more than happy to swallow as he guided them to swirl their tongues together. Whatever it was, it had had him addicted for a year now, caught in some sort of quasi relationship that he, for once, didn’t have control over.
“Fuck,” Harry exhaled after a while, pulling away with a sigh.
Louis, lost in a hazy head space after the heated kiss, tried to chase after his mouth, jaw slack and eyes still closed as he leaned forward. Chuckling quietly, Harry brought a strong hand up around his neck, squeezing lightly and pushing him back. The pressure made Louis’ eyelids flutter open, but not before a brazen moan left his mouth.
Seemingly feeling better and done with the kiss now, Harry gave him a last chaste peck and a chuckle before hopping off the dresser, turning around to assess himself in Louis’ mirror. Louis watched him through lust lidded eyes comb the mess in his curls with his fingers, hair sticking up and knotted from Louis pulling it to hear Harry whimper against his mouth. He had to fix his clothes too, pulling the hem of his shorts and his hoodie down after Louis had hiked them up.
Albeit his whole body was screaming at him to hug the omega, to help him right himself, Louis knew Harry would only make fun of him for giving into his alpha if he did, so he stayed put as Harry gingerly wiped a bit of spit on the corner of his mouth with his thumb.
After all this time being together, it was still a bit unclear in Louis’ mind how he had gotten such a self-sufficient, assertive and confident omega quite as Harry to fall for him. Although Louis guessed, much as he would never admit to anyone, that it probably had to do with what some would call his own misplaced submissive nature.
“Are my shorts wet?” Harry asked once he was done fixing himself. Focused on Louis’ reflection in the mirror, a knowing smirk crept on Harry’s face when he caught him staring.
Mind a little adrift, Louis had to ask, “What?”
“My shorts,” Harry repeated. He swayed his hips from side to side once, naturally drawing Louis’ attention down. “Are they wet?”
Heaven. The sight Louis was met with was heaven. He got a glimpse of it on the stairs, Harry’s ass wrapped in blue as it bobbed up the steps, but this, Harry holding his weight on the dresser with his ass sticking out, back just the faintest hint arched as he looked at Louis over his shoulder - basically offering himself on a silver platter -, couldn’t compare with anything.
Harry’s silk shorts covered his pert bum, looking even fuller than usual with the way the light reflected on the fabric. The elastic hem accentuated the chubbiness of his hips, while the high cut barely covered his smooth legs. It was the wet patch at the bottom, however, shapeless and darker than the rest of the fabric, almost a molten berry from how drenched it was, what made Louis gasp.
“Fuck. They are.”
“Ugh.” Harry complained.
So attuned to the omega, Louis had been able to smell Harry’s slick while they kissed, the tangy cherry notes that filled his room impossible to miss. But even though he knew just how wet Harry could get from a few kisses, this particular outcome hadn’t exactly crossed his mind.
Harry’s lips were curled in a pout as he went to rummage for something to clean himself with, hands deftly opening drawers and ruffling through folded clothes before Louis stopped him.
“Don’t.”
He couldn't help the alpha undertone that sneaked into his voice, but it made Harry instantly stop. It didn’t register in Louis’ lust riddled brain that Harry probably looked at him weirdly because it had never bothered him that the omega cleaned himself with his clothes, - he encouraged it even -, so he felt the need to clarify.
“Can I…” he started. He had to swim for the words through his fuzzy brain, the sight of the seat of Harry’s shorts damp not helping him any. Eventually, he heard himself ask, “Can I help?”
Surely to rile Louis up, Harry frowned like he hadn’t understood. There was no way he didn’t know what Louis meant. Still, Louis had always been too willing to play the game.
He walked the two steps it would take to close the space between them, and he asked again. “Please?”
Eyes casted down to where his fingers were fisting the hem of Harry’s oversized hoodie, Louis could feel more than see Harry’s knowing smirk. Their faces were less than an inch apart with the omega looking at him over his shoulder, and Louis knew he wanted him to say it.
“Can I…” - He swallowed, mouth dry - “Can I have a taste first?”
Finally, he looked up, because the hot shame that poured over him after Harry’s smile turned devilish was what he did it for.
“Yeah?” Harry cooed. In that voice Louis could never decide whether it was more teasing than condescending. His eyes wanted to drift close, but he curled around Harry instead, hugging his waist from behind.
“You wanna help?” Harry continued in that same tone. “Lick my pussy clean?”
Too buzzed and aroused to do anything else but cram his hips closer to Harry’s bum, Louis merely nodded. He could see how dumb and at Harry’s mercy he looked in the reflection of the mirror from the corner of his eyes. His nod too enthusiastic and over the top, he didn’t look much different from an excited puppy that had just been granted treats. Absent-mindedly, he guessed that’s exactly what he was right now.
Luckily, Harry must’ve found it hot because he surged forward and connected their lips in a rough kiss, almost as if picking up from where they had left off. It was overwhelming, the promise of tasting Harry building anticipation in Louis’ belly.
“Alright, Lou,” Harry granted, mumbling the words against Louis’ lips.
He acted sweet, nodding his head in agreement. He made it feel as if this was him doing Louis a favor, and the thought got Louis hot, all the blood that didn't blush his cheeks rushing down to his cock.
Without wasting time, Louis dropped to his knees. The upper inside of Harry’s thighs was coated in a sheen layer of slick, making his skin a slippery mess. Louis couldn’t help himself from kneading Harry’s ass cheeks through his shorts, thumb caressing the wet patch of cloth before he let it dip, sliding between Harry’s warm slit, the tight, wet fabric molding his chubby lips in pastel blue. Harry gasped, and Louis had to stifle a chuckle lest Harry snapped at him.
Slowly, he tucked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled on the shorts. They went down Harry’s thick, wet thighs alongside his panties, which were even damper and messier than the shorts. The lace was drenched, its pink color almost matching the angry red of the tip of Harry’s cock as it stood hard against his hip.
As the panties hung loosely around Harry’s knees, Harry’s sugary scent filled all of Louis’ senses. He took a deep breath and Harry’s scent cascaded over him, making him dizzy.
Ignoring for now what he wanted most, he edged himself by starting tonguing at Harry’s thighs first, the skin hot and coated with a thin sheet of salt and honey. Harry always got so wet.
“Better make it quick, Lou,” Harry interrupted him, fidgeting in his place. “Someone’s bound to come looking for you soon,” he teased, a smile evident on his voice. It reached Louis in the most delicious way, even with the blood roaring in his ears. “Their precious president.”
The title felt mocking coming from Harry’s mouth, breathed out while Louis could hardly see him with his head tucked between his thighs. Embarrassment licked at the pit of his stomach and made his cock weep with precome.
It got Harry what he wanted.
Louis’ hands, that had been clasping Harry’s messy panties still, traveled up, up, up, caressing Harry’s smooth thighs, the supple roundness of his ass, breaking the skin in shivers even before his palms sneaked under his hoodie.
With his arms stretched, Louis pushed Harry’s back down gently, just a suggestion. Dropping his weight on his forearms, Harry complied, and he arched his back in a beautiful curve that made his ass push out that much more.
Surely, the arrangement spread Harry open like a flower. His bare lips were glistening and flushed in the prettiest shade of pink, plump and furled tight like a tulip even in this position. Louis’ hands slid back down, down past his hips and lingered on his creamy thighs as his mouth filled with saliva and he trembled with desire for the omega laid out like a feast before him. Teasingly grazing his fingers over Harry’s slit, he used his thumbs to pry him open further, and he didn’t know if Harry’s moan was due to the squelching sound his skin made or because Louis finally lurched forward.
His own lustful moan was muffled into Harry’s heat, the delicious, cloying taste of omega - of Harry - gushing like nirvana down his spine, straight to his cock. The syrupy slick bursted on his mouth like fireworks when he let the pad of his tongue stroke Harry’s folds, and he quickly lost himself in it.
Delirious with want, his mind was solely focused on Harry. He didn’t care about anything but his tongue gliding in Harry’s pussy, collecting the fruity, thick slick clinging to him before meeting its source, Harry’s core spasming around him in time with his breaths when Louis sank inside.
Harry’s wanton moans echoed off the walls of his room, and somewhere far inside his brain, Louis’ alpha hoped his frat brothers heard it. Heard how good he was to his omega.
“Do you like it?” Harry asked as he grinded his hips down. After Louis hummed, face still buried in him, he urged, “Tell me.”
Louis leaned back enough to see Harry blinking down over his shoulder at him, unfocused and hazy. His expression was expectant and his face was blushed in the prettiest shade of pink, glistening with sweat already, curls matted to his forehead. The sight had Louis’ cock twitching in his pants.
“I like it. Yeah.” He kissed the nearest part of Harry he could reach - the dimples on his back. Dipped his tongue there too, fangs out with the need to claim. “You taste like berries. And peaches.”
Harry chirped.
Curving the skin into his mouth and softly nibbling, Louis got distracted sucking a bruise above Harry’s bum, bruising the skin in a crimson shade of red that screamed ‘Mine’. It didn’t escape him that this was all about Harry’s pleasure, though, even if his own hunger had started to make him lightheaded. Louis brought a hand up and cupped Harry’s pussy in his warm palm, sliding two fingers in between and quickly finding his clit to play with.
“Alpha,” Harry’s voice cracked, knees noticeably shaking. He sneaked a clumsy hand down, letting out a whiney huff when he came across Louis’ snapback instead of his hair. “I miss your mouth,” he lamented.
Expecting the hand that was tapping desperately on his head to guide him back into Harry’s heat, Louis was greatly surprised when Harry used it to spread himself further instead. Curl his slender fingers around one of his cheeks and pull, exposing himself to Louis.
“God. Fuck, baby.”
The warmth of the hickey Louis had just given him flushed his skin down to his crack where Louis caught sight of Harry’s rosy hole, twitching as slick dribbled down in a thick drop. The sight was nearly enough to drive Louis mad.
“I’m gonna give it to you, darling,” he soothed. His voice slurred, drunk with the sight of his omega offering himself so shamelessly. He circled the rim with a slender finger, not really touching, but teasing, smearing his spit around. “Don’t worry.”
“Get on with it then, alpha,” Harry cursed, chasing Louis by shoving his hips back.
Louis slapped a harsh palm down on Harry’s right asscheek, the skin on skin contact louder than the gasp Harry let out in response. “Bossy,” he hissed.
With how wet Harry was, he didn’t need to lube up his fingers, not with the work his avid tongue had made already. Slick mixing with his spit made Harry smooth and loose enough for Louis to slide right in.
“Louis!” Harry gasped as he went boneless, yet his hole clenched Louis’ fingers inside him.
Harry was wet and warm and silky smooth around him. Louis’ mouth felt numb by then, but he still leaned forward and sucked on Harry’s clit, lazily flicking the nub. A sticky, sucking sound came with every thrust of Louis’ fingers inside Harry. His cock probably chasing some friction by rubbing up on the dresser, the omega fucked back, slick getting everywhere - smeared across their overheated skin, pooled on the floor around Louis’ knees.
It got Louis so hard he risked being chastised and sneaked his free hand under his joggers to fist his cock. He wasn’t allowed to touch himself without Harry’s permission - he was Harry’s, and that included his cock, his orgasms - but his fingers were sure when he circled himself. He could already feel his knot swelling and he couldn’t help it when his hips started humping his fist, squeezing his knot in time with Harry’s pussy clenching on his fingers. Static clouding him all over, Louis sagged forward, heedlessly chasing his own release.
Probably nearing his own orgasm, Harry’s hips started to cant on their own, following Louis as the alpha worked two fingers inside him, scissoring them so he could bury his tongue deeper. They were clumsy and a bit frustrated, just as his hands when they reached down to knock Louis’ snapback off. If Louis weren’t as gone as he was, he probably would’ve expected it to happen sooner, Harry loved tugging on his hair to get him where he wanted him - which was exactly what he did.
Harry grabbed Louis' wrist and pulled him out, didn’t give him time to protest before he gripped his hair tight to keep him in place, and Louis was unable to do anything but flatten his tongue, stay still and let Harry ride his face. Lightning coiled tight in his belly, gushed through his veins as Harry used him.
“What do you think they would say, Lou, hm? Your brothers, if they saw you?” Harry breathlessly teased. It was outstanding, how even when his knees were buckling and his voice was cracking from the pleasure, he still found it in himself to talk down to Louis. “Their dear president on his knees for me.” Louis absolutely loved it. “On his knees for an omega like this.”
Louis’ limbs tingled when Harry’s words filled his ears, and the humiliation washed over him in shockwaves. He finally got his cock fully out, pulling his joggers down enough to let it spring free and hit his stomach, snapping his wrist faster when he quickly fisted himself once more. Body burning from the inside out as he chased his release, restricted by Harry’s strong hands.
“Fucking hell, Louis, you’re such a slut for me,” Harry giggled.
Pleasure overcame Louis completely.
He came with a cry that got lodged in his throat, gasps muffled against Harry’s heat. He pressed down on his knot, swelled big and angry, to lengthen his orgasm all the while he pulsed hot white ropes of cum that he wasn’t quick enough to cup a hand around to cut down. By the time he calmed a little, vision no longer whiting out as his body helplessly twitched, Harry’s legs were painted in white.
Harry had probably felt, although it must’ve been faintly, the force of Louis’ thrusts on his toned calf, and then the warm splatter that quickly followed. In the throes of pleasure, Louis hadn’t noticed Harry’s hands were no longer holding him still, but rather he was the one to bury in deeper while Harry jerked his own cock. It didn’t take long for Harry to come after Louis scooped some of his come off his leg and rubbed it in his pussy.
“Shit. Fuck, yes! Yes!”
Harry’s sobs rang in Louis’ head even after he had stopped coming as he slowly returned to himself. Little by little, he started to hear the raucous voice of his frat brothers hurraying downstairs, and he could feel sweat moistening the back of his knees. Having been so engrossed in servicing his omega, he felt a bit lost still in the waves of it all. He concentrated on Harry’s breathing and tried to follow its calm pattern until he finally felt like himself again.
“Lou. Baby. C’mere,” Harry said kindly. He carefully helped him stand up, and Louis immediately pressed close, wanting to be as close to his omega as possible. “Look at you,” Harry exhaled, smearing the wetness of his slick across Louis’ chin. “You are so messy, Lou.”
“‘M not,” Louis barely slurred after a few seconds. His eyelids felt heavy, tongue too big for his mouth.
“You can’t even talk,” Harry chuckled. “You’re pussy drunk.”
“Shut up.” He most definitely was.
Louis didn’t know how long they had been in his room thus far, but they stayed curled around each other for a while more. They didn’t kiss, as Louis noticed his jaw had a bit of a tinge after he tried to initiate another make out session, but Harry gently played with his hair while Louis rested his head on his shoulder. Eventually Harry’s smell recovered its sugary, almost innocent honeysuckle aroma, and Louis no longer had to lean on Harry to stay upright.
They used towels to clean up the mess on Louis’ floor and themselves, - their cheeks flaming by the end of it, not from arousal anymore but at having had to learn just how much Harry had leaked. And how much they both had enjoyed it -. Louis made sure to tuck them beneath his bed since he didn’t want any of the other alphas to even get a whiff of how his omega smelled when he was turned on. Or ever.
“I’ll wash them later,” is what he promised Harry after the boy sent a curious glance his way, mirth pulling on the corners of his mouth.
As for Harry’s shorts, Louis had to let Harry borrow some and promise to buy him a new pair just as slutty and blue, to get him to stop whining about Louis ruining his clothes. Louis’ basketball gear looked a bit funny on him, the hem way too low on Harry’s long legs when he was used to clothes always coming mid thigh. Louis couldn’t bring himself to comment, though, not when he knew Harry was wearing the white thong he had “accidentally” left in Louis’ room a few weeks ago underneath, the lace a bit shabby after being Louis’ companion on one too many lonely nights. All he managed was a strained chuckle as he watched Harry exit his room and make his way downstairs.
And if his frat brothers noticed he had a bit of trouble with his jaw while Harry fed him cubed mangoes as he sat on his lap, well, he hoped at least they knew he serviced his omega better than anyone else ever could.
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