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“Zayn, if you literally don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to throw your dinner in the rubbish,” Louis insisted to his best friend, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist and continuing to peer deep in the oven at his tofu as if the minute he looked away it would burn.
“No you won’t,” Zayn hummed contrarily, cutting away at the cucumber. He’d insisted on cutting them into little star shapes, just for a touch of whimsy, and Louis allowed him - only because he thought Harry would get a kick out of it. “Then Harry would think you’re a bitch,”
“He already thinks I’m a bitch,” Louis countered in a mutter, still squatting diligently in front of the oven before a hiss of a splash grabbed his attention from the stove top. He yelped and jumped to his feet, looking wildly at where the water had seemed to boil over on the rice he was cooking.
“Fuck! Help!” Louis insisted to Zayn frantically, wondering if maybe he needed to grab the fire extinguisher, or just call the fire brigade directly so they could handle it.
“Just move it off of the heat a little, love. It’s okay,” Zayn insisted calmly.
Louis did as he said, a bit scared to touch the handle but it seemed to actually not be boiling hot so he carefully gripped it and moved it off the element. The water seeping out from under the lid seemed to magically stop, much to Louis’ relief.
“Now what?” Louis asked Zayn desperately.
“Turn the element down a touch and put it back on,” Zayn guided, sounding all bored about it like it was run of the mill.
“Why would anyone do this for fun?” Louis whined, but he did as Zayn said and cautiously replaced it, waiting a few seconds and finding nothing untoward happened. He wanted to peek at the rice, see what was happening in there, but as he reached for the lid Zayn cut him off.
“Don’t look, I told you. Gotta keep the moisture in there,” Zayn insisted, and when Louis looked over he was still focussing on cutting his cucumbers. His sixth sense was really annoying.
He was overwhelmingly thankful, though, because offering to cook a meal for Harry had sounded great in the moment until the reality of it came to fruition and he was somehow meant to keep track of things on the stovetop and inside the oven, and try and time them all correctly so they could be served at the same time. Zayn was providing guidance on how to do what and when, though Louis suspected it was only because he wanted his and Liam’s dinner cooked as well.
The other stressor was Harry was arriving at any minute now, and Louis probably looked a flustered mess, which was hardly how he wanted his alpha to see him.
“Smells great Lou!” Liam chirped happily as he wandered into the kitchen from the lounge, so Louis immediately stared him down with narrowed eyes as he tried to ascertain if he was joking or not.
“Don’t lie to me Liam, I can’t take it right now,” Louis insisted dramatically, giving the veggies in the pan another push around though he wasn’t quite sure what that did. Zayn told him to keep them moving, so he was doing as he was told.
“Aw, babe,” Liam giggled kindly, coming closer and looking over his shoulder. “You’re acing it. I’m serious,”
Louis waved him away, shooing him towards Zayn.
“Don’t crowd me,” Louis insisted dramatically, jumping when there was a knock at the door and feeling a wave of anxiety run through him.
He wasn’t normally this worried about seeing Harry. In fact, he was usually quite excited, having really settled into being in an ‘actual’ relationship. It wasn’t too long after the first time they scent marked that Harry asked if they could be ‘official boyfriends’, and ever since then they’d been hanging out almost every day.
Sometimes it was dates, sometimes it was just watching a movie or sharing a meal. They’d also taken to doing their errands together too, slowly weaving their way into one another's lives and it seemed near seamless.
This seemed like another milestone in their relationship though. Harry had met Zayn at the store, of course, but never really hung out with him, and he’d never met Liam either. Tonight felt like Harry was meeting the parents, if his parents were the same age as him and possibly more judgy than his lovely mother would have been.
“Liam, make yourself useful and go and let Harry in, please? I can’t let the tofu burn,” Louis insisted to him.
“Why are we having tofu anyway? Couldn’t we have chicken or something?” Liam complained, but started to head towards the door regardless.
“He’s a pescatarian, Liam, please do try and keep up,” Louis insisted, enunciating each syllable in pescaratian in the hopes it would sink into Liam’s brain better.
“Could still have fish, then,” Liam muttered under his breath as he wandered off, and soon Louis heard the lock catch and he shivered excitedly knowing his alpha was mere metres away.
He heard Liam greet him politely and welcome him inside, and when he caught his first whiff of Harry’s scent he melted. He stayed diligently on his tasks though, almost autopiloting them because Harry’s soft little sock covered footsteps were getting closer.
“Omega,” Harry gushed like he was properly stunned, walking closer to Louis as he held out his hands in gesture to all that was going on. “What’s all this?” he crowed.
“Nothing,” Louis insisted primly, but as soon as Harry came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him he melted into it, smiling all smug to himself.
“Hiya Zayn,” Harry waved politely as Zayn waved back, spreading his hand over Louis’ stomach to hold him close to his body and leaning in to coax him into a soft smooch. “This isn’t nothing, baby. You said you couldn’t cook?”
“He can’t,” Zayn deadpanned, so Louis shot him a look even though he knew it was no use fooling Harry because he could hardly keep up a lifetime of this even if he managed to successfully pull this one meal off.
“Zayn’s helping,” Louis advised Harry sagely. “And you met Liam at the door, yeah?”
“Yes I did love,” Harry nodded, humming a little to himself and burying his nose in for the quickest scent, just to mark him, before patting his bum and pulling back to be a bit more respectful since they had company. “Well, whatever you two are doing it smells amazing. But don’t worry love, I can be the house-omega and do the cooking if it’s causing you strife,”
“It’s actually really terrible,” Louis admitted with a giggle, looking at Harry with relief because the times he’d seen Harry cook, he just made it seem seamless. He barely consulted a recipe or anything, just going with the flow and adding a pinch of something there and a dash elsewhere.
“He just about jumped out the window when the rice overboiled,” Zayn insisted dryly, getting up from his job and bringing his garnishes over to the counter. “Why don’t you get Harry settled and I’ll keep it going, yeah? I’ll let you do the final touches, don’t worry,” Zayn insisted to him.
Louis was happy to take the opportunity to leave all the dreary task of cooking behind, leaning in to peck Zayn’s cheek and give him a nice squeeze. “Thanks babes,” he murmured, drifting by him to go to the fridge for his next surprise.
“I got some of that shite kombucha you like,” Louis announced to Harry, fishing around for the bottle and then producing it for him. “I’ll give you a tour?”
“Mmm, I love shite kombucha, thank you,” Harry hummed facetiously, taking it from him and kissing Louis on the forehead. “I’d love the tour, baby,”
Louis nodded, feeling his nerves in his tummy again but he pushed them down. “Okay, well, this is the kitchen, and the dining,” Louis explained, gesturing to the table before pulling him into the hallway and then heading upstairs first.
“No, really?” Harry mused, Louis rolling his eyes as he led him around.
“Bathroom, nowt much to see there. This is Li and Zayn’s room, which I won’t be showing you because I’m not a freak, and this is my room,” Louis gestured, opening the door a crack, acting like he was going to let Harry peer in before quickly shutting it.
“Are you still gonna stay?” Louis asked him softly, the real reason for his nerves rearing their head.
They’d had one or two sleepovers before, all perfectly innocent with a bit of scenting and cuddling but nothing more. But tonight Louis was pretty sure he was ready to try it all out properly, in the bedroom. He hadn’t told Harry, wanting to surprise him with it.
“Of course, Omega, if you’ll still have me,” Harry replied, pulling Louis closer to him. Louis went, like he always did nowadays, and pressed up against him.
“If you’re well behaved,” Louis murmured coyly, leaning up on his toes to catch Harry in a kiss, letting it linger for a moment because he knew they wouldn’t have privacy until much later in the night.
“I’ll be on my best,” Harry murmured back, his hand sliding around Louis’ waist. Harry’s hands felt so smooth when he did that, he had a way of knowing just how to touch him, where all his curves and edges were.
“Well then you can see my bedroom later,” Louis announced, leaning in just for a few more moments of indulgence before giving Harry a gentle push away and swatting at his chest. He reached for his hand though, winding their fingers together as he led him down the stairs.
“This is the little third bedroom that the landlord insists someone could sleep in, but Z just uses it for his art,” Louis announced once he reached another door, opening it purely because he knew Zayn wouldn’t mind him showing it off.
It was a tiny room that could fit approximately one single bed and maybe a side table if you were lucky, but it was a great amount of space for an easel and Zayn’s supplies.
“Oh, that’s sick. I didn’t know Zayn painted,” Harry responded genuinely, looking around until Louis shut the door again.
“He’s a man of many talents,” Louis responded. “And laundry is through there, another loo, and here is the lounge,” Louis pointed out, arriving where Liam was sitting on the sofa and watching one of his wrestling matches on the telly.
“Li likes to watch these men grapple each other for hours on end and insists it’s not softcore porn,” Louis advised Harry, smiling as Liam predictably bit back.
“Lou, it’s sport,” Liam replied tiredly, like he’d had the fight many times before.
“I’ve always wanted to try MMA. I do classic boxing at the gym but MMA looks like you get a way better workout,” Harry responded, much to Louis’ chagrin.
“Really? I have a mate who made the switch and loves it - what gym do you go to? We could-” Liam gushed before Louis cut him off.
“Oh my god, okay. Get it out of your systems, please, before I come back in. I was gonna joke you could sit here and talk about your knots since you’re both alphas but it seems like you’ve already done it for me,” Louis insisted, turning to beg a peck off of Harry and pointing at his seat. “You sit there,” he explained.
“Whatever you say, pretty,” Harry replied, giving him a last kiss before scooting around him. “I go to one just down-” he started to explain to Liam, but Louis practically bolted out of the door to get out of the conversation.
When he came into the kitchen all seemed well, Zayn tending to his food with practised ease, like he always did when he cooked, and glanced up when Louis came back in.
“Settled?”
“They’re talking about wanking one another off and insisting it’s ‘sport’,” Louis responded dryly, coming over closer. “So yeah, settled. We’re not watching fighting while we eat dinner,”
“Fuck no,” Zayn agreed, gesturing Louis in to start stirring again. “I’ll handle him, don’t worry. Let's get this dished up, yeah?”
Zayn guided Louis through the plating, the pair of them putting a bit of effort into the presentation since they had these lovely plates and it seemed a shame to just slop on his creation, especially when he’d gone to all the effort. They even handmade the sauce.
Louis sat tucked up into Harry’s side while they ate their dinner, watching his reaction for his first bite closely.
Partially so he could see if he liked it, but also just to make sure he didn’t drop dead because Louis had done something horribly wrong and accidentally killed him by overcooking the tofu or perhaps accidentally adding bleach to the sauce.
Harry didn’t pass away though, instead he made an enthusiastic noise and leant in to give Louis an emphatic - and slightly satay saucy - kiss of praise.
“I think we’ll make a house-omega out of you yet,” Harry had insisted, to which Louis made a displeased face.
“No thanks. This was a one time offer. All house-omega services are officially transferred back to you,” Louis insisted to Harry, but inside he was positively preening about the approval of his meal, even if Zayn helped to cook half of it.
Once they’d finished and Louis insisted that Liam had to do the dishes because ‘he would make Harry, but he was a guest’, the four of them settled into the couches and half watched a show on the television, more so just talking with one another, to the point where Louis switched the show out for music.
It seemed seamless, the introduction of Harry into his life. In his house - his lounge, with his friends, it was like he’d always been there from the start. Louis could only hope that when he met Harry’s best friend Niall the next week that it would feel the same way.
Eventually the conversation hit a small lull, so Harry piped up with a question that had Louis groaning.
“So, since this is the closest I’m gonna get to meeting the parents - bar meeting his siblings, of course, but I think that’ll be a whole other affair - I think it’s only fair you share some embarrassing stories about baby Lou,” Harry insisted to Zayn and Liam.
Louis was perched in Harry’s lap now, trying to worm his way closer to his scent on his neck but attempting subtlety. He stopped when he brought the attention back on them, furrowing his brow and glaring up at him.
“You’ll say no such things,” Louis ordered to Zayn and Liam, particularly Zayn seeing as they’d grown up together.
“Lou cried the first night we went to Year 6 camp ‘cause he was homesick and they had to call his Mum to talk him down,” Zayn responded instantly, immediately raising his hand to push away Louis’ leg that had started to kick at him.
“I hadn’t stayed away from home ever!” Louis whined, still trying to kick at him albeit weakly since he didn’t want to actually hurt him. “At least I didn’t piss myself the first time I got drunk,”
“Yeah, you did one worse and vommed in front of everyone into your hands like that was gonna do any good. Got it all over yourself,” Zayn responded easily.
“You vommed in Belle Brown’s parents' antique vase and got us kicked out of her sixteenth birthday party!” Louis countered.
“You tried to beat up Ben McDonnell - who was an alpha, by the way - and ended up running away like a little girl when he tried to swing at ya. I can keep going, love, got plenty in the tank,” Zayn advised him sagely, the telltale little smirk on his lips giving away how much he was enjoying it.
Louis came back to reality and realised that since he’d been going tit-for-tat with Zayn, he had revealed more than he may have otherwise. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed loudly, directing his mood at Harry as he decided it was his fault instead.
Harry held up his hands in a placating gesture in response but there was a grin on his lips like he was truly amused about it all.
“Hey, don’t blame me, I meant baby Lou, not little feral teenage Lou,” Harry insisted.
“When we were seven or eight Lou convinced me his Mum told him we could paint the house blue. I didn’t think much of it, since the paint tins were out and brushes and that. Little did I know Lou had just stolen them from their shed in the garden, and it was like… bright blue. Like an azure, really rich - terrible for a house,” Zayn began, holding Louis’ ankle now and lowering it down to the sofa.
“And so we got to work - thankfully round the back. Got ourselves proper covered, too. Mum reckoned she was scrubbing blue out of my ears for weeks. And poor Jay came out to see what we were up to maybe an hour later and we’d covered a decent chunk of it - only up to where we could reach of course. She proper had his neck for it - we got in so much trouble. We have a funny photo of it somewhere, don’t we Lou?” Zayn said, changing tact to something a bit more wholesome.
Louis smiled at the memory despite himself, not finding it all that embarrassing and more-so sweet. “Yeah, think so,” Louis responded, digging out his phone to try to find it.
“Mum told me when we were grown up that Jay had called her and they’d laughed and laughed about it, but obviously had to maintain the hardline with us because they knew Louis would do it again if it got a laugh out of them,” Zayn noted.
Louis snickered to himself because that much was definitely true. He found the folder of photos his mother had sent him before she passed when she’d been doing some digitising of their memories, scrolling through until he found the one they were talking about.
It was him and Zayn looking quite sullen in front of their big blue wall, blue all over their bodies, even in their hair and on their clothes. Almost like a mug shot. He showed Harry before showing Liam and Zayn, giggling away and zooming in.
“Lookit your wee face,” Louis cooed, since Zayn looked close to tears about being told off, especially since he’d not known they were being naughty when Louis full well did.
Harry rested his chin on Louis’ shoulder and looked closer, shifting the zoom to look at the younger version of Louis as he giggled in his ear at their antics.
“So you’ve always been a trouble maker?” Harry asked curiously, clearly amused by the whole thing.
“He definitely has,” Zayn answered for him. “Show him the one when we’re toddlers,”
Louis snickered again, scrolling to the exact one he knew Zayn was talking about and tapping to make it bigger for Harry. They were sitting smushed together in a chair, Zayn crying his little head off and Louis looking giggly and proud with a firm grip in Zayn’s hair.
“Oh god,” Harry giggled, letting him show Liam and Zayn before zooming in again. “Don’t know how you’ve put up with that for all these years, Zayn. Have you always known one another then?” Harry asked curiously.
Louis nodded, realising he maybe hadn’t told Harry how they’d met as he scrolled to find another photo of them. Louis was about one and Zayn was freshly born, and they’d posed them so it looked like Louis was holding him even though his mothers hand was clearly supporting Zayn’s head and neck.
“Our mums were neighbours. My mum helped Trisha out when he was born, since she’d just had me so she knew all the ropes. They sort of worked it out together, since Z’s dad had to work a lot and my Mum was separating from my Dad,” Louis explained. “They were proper besties,”
“That’s so cute,” Harry cooed quietly, swiping out of the photo and then scrolling through the folder, gasping when he saw a picture of Louis as a baby, all swaddled up and eyes closed in his Mum’s arms.
“Baby Omega,” Harry whispered, zooming in and making a clucky noise. “Look how cute you are. Can’t possibly have been a trouble maker then,” Harry insisted, kissing the side of Louis’ head.
“I’m sure I would have found a way,” Louis insisted, but he was grinning and preening at all the attention from Harry.
“Your Mum looks so beautiful, love,” Harry added, zooming out again. “Can see you in her,”
Louis bit his bottom lip in a somewhat more bashful smile, turning his head to catch a look at Harry.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly.
Harry nodded, kissing his cheek.
“Yeah, same eyes. And cheeks, I think,” Harry insisted.
Louis’ heart felt warm. He wished that Harry and his Mum could have met. He thought they probably would have got on, all things considered. He could imagine him and his mum ganging up on Harry quite easily, since she was the same sort of headstrong omega he currently is. He definitely got that from her.
Harry would take it in good humour though, like he always did. She’d be able to bake for him too, and he was sure that Harry would absolutely charm the socks off of her.
“Thanks, love,” Louis murmured back to him, leaning in to give him a proper peck on the lips. He didn’t want to dwell when they were meant to be hanging out and being social, so pushed the bittersweet thoughts to the side and pivoted to another subject.
He decided Liam hadn’t had anything embarrassing shared about him, so if he and Zayn were airing laundry, he may as well be included in it. He turned the spotlight to his favourite embarrassing memory of him; when he had thought Zayn was breaking up with him and he stood outside their house with his portable speaker blasting My Love by Justin Timberlake to try win him back.
Zayn had then come outside to ask him what the fuck he was up to, only to find out that Liam had decided he hated him because he hadn’t replied to his texts for half a day. Zayn had just been painting with his phone off to help him concentrate.
The memory had Louis in fits and Liam turning bright red and trying to defend himself, insisting it was justified by whatever crazy reason he was trying to spit out.
Harry was laughing too, but Louis noticed he was holding him just that little bit tighter. He liked to think that maybe Harry was mulling the bittersweet too, because his alpha was nothing if not sensitive and caring.
Louis never really thought those words would be the way he’d describe a man who would be his alpha, but now that he was in it, he wouldn’t want it any other way. He wondered how he’d ever had those other thoughts in the first place. His alpha in his head had always been sort of… an arsehole, in retrospect. Maybe a bit aloof and dismissive. Unhealthy. Distant.
Harry was none of that. He cared so deeply and was so invested in Louis, and had the biggest heart. Just the other day he’d seen Harry go out of his way to help a mum with her three kids get her stroller off of the bus and he didn’t have to think twice about it.
Harry was single handedly changing all his preconceived notions of what an alpha was, and what they should be, but Louis knew it was for the better. He was breaking down all of his walls he didn’t even know he had and Louis was becoming a better person for it.
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They’d retired to Louis’ bedroom a lot later than Louis had anticipated after their dinner, but it was just that Harry was getting along so well with Liam and Zayn that they barely found it within themselves to stop yapping.
They managed eventually though, and when Louis brought him up the stairs he felt his nerves grow tenfold. He felt ready - but that didn’t make him any less nervous about it. It was a big step for the both of them, even if he got the impression that Harry wasn’t actually a virgin. Louis figured that his first time with the omega he thought was his omega should be just as special as losing it in general.
Harry remarked on how wonderful the room smelt when they had first come in, then ruined Louis’ carefully curated plans of how he was going to show him around by throwing Louis over his shoulder and flopping him right in the middle of his own bed.
He couldn’t really hold it against him though - it was the perfect way to get a snog in and that in turn helped calm his nerves, at least enough that his muscles didn’t feel rigid and tight.
Harry had just got to the part of their makeout where he’d start kissing lower on Louis’ face, smooching at his jaw and heading towards his neck, experimentally seeing if he was allowed to scent him. He was over Louis on all fours but leaning on him in a nice grounding weight, keeping Louis tethered to reality enough to know he needed to talk to Harry about it before either of them got too worked up so he knew he was serious about it.
“Alpha, Alpha. Hang on,” Louis mumbled, moving his hands to cup Harry’s cheeks to make him pause his explorations, holding his head still for the moment to look into his eyes.
“Oh, sorry pup,” Harry apologised immediately. “You just smell especially good tonight, it’s driving me wild. Especially being this close to your sheets,” Harry mumbled, stroking the duvet cover they were on top of with a bit of reverence before looking back to Louis.
Louis shook his head, smiling at him and bringing him in for a rewarding peck.
“You’re not in trouble,” Louis corrected, thumbing Harry’s cheek where his dimple would appear when he grinned. “I just wanted to talk first,”
“Oh! Sure, love,” Harry hummed, looking around before scooping one arm underneath Louis and lifting him up against his body. Louis yelped but wrapped his legs around him so he wasn’t dropped, getting his arms around Harry’s neck and holding on as he moved them to the head of the bed and sat himself down.
He manhandled Louis until he was straddling his lap, smiling in that silly smug alpha way he did whenever he was particularly proud of himself and patted Louis’ thigh.
“Talk away, my treasure,” Harry invited.
Louis rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help how his omega was preening, feeling all wrapped up in the fact that Harry was able to move him around like that. He was sure there was some sort of biological thing there, an ‘alpha that’s strong enough to protect me’ kind of wavelength but he was hardly going to investigate that now when he had far more important things on his mind.
“I was-” Louis began, looking into Harry’s eyes before giggling, getting nervous and looking away. He reached out to toy with the end of Harry’s shirt, running the fabric between his fingers to distract himself and clearing his throat. “Thinking about us,”
“Mm? What about us?” Harry asked in return. Louis didn’t miss the flicker of worry in his expression, so he wanted to put a stop to that train of thought before it could grow.
“Nothing bad. Good, actually, if I were to classify it,” Louis explained, patting his chest reassuringly. “And I was thinking, ehm, about how… how we met,”
Harry's face looked confused for a few moments, and he even went so far as to cock his head to the side. Louis wished he could just spit it out but it seemed like his brain and his mouth weren’t friends tonight.
“And ehm - how that was… well it was all because, like - well, I just think that maybe I’m… you know. Ready,” Louis stammered, flushing up red and looking away again because it was terribly embarrassing to admit out loud.
“You’re ready,” Harry repeated back to him, almost suspiciously. Louis thought that was a fair enough reaction seeing as he was hardly communicating clearly with him.
“To have sex. With you,” Louis clarified, biting the inside of his lips and daring to meet Harry’s eyes. They darkened with revelation, but only for a second.
“Oh! Right,” Harry drew out the vowel, shifting one hand from Louis’ thigh up to his waist, giving it a little tug. “But you’re nervous?”
“Of course I’m nervous, I’ve not done it before, have I?” Louis replied, giving his tummy a light shove to tell him off for pointing out the obvious. “And like, I might do the wrong things, or make an idiot of myself, or… I don’t know. Be bad at it.”
Harry let out a small chuckle, squeezing Louis and pulling him a bit closer until Louis huffed and melted in against him, feeling soothed by the contact even if he felt like he was being made fun of.
“You won’t do any of that,” Harry murmured. “You know it’s not… it won’t be exactly like we said it would be at the start, right?” Harry asked carefully.
Louis furrowed his brow in confusion, glad he wasn’t facing Harry square on anymore because he wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at.
“Well I know we’re not in Paris,” Louis scoffed, trying to deflect.
Harry snorted, kissing Louis’ head and squeezing him a bit tighter in a firm hug.
“Well, yes. But also… when we were talking about that stuff, it was like… an idealised version of sex. I played one role, you played the other. Real life sex doesn’t have to be… perfect like that. Like it can be amazing, but you can also… I dunno. You can make weird noises or come too early or you can try something out and it doesn’t do anything for ya,” Harry explained.
Louis pulled back then to look Harry in the eyes, searching them to make sure he wasn’t lying in his answer when he asked the question on the tip of his tongue.
“Were you just pretending to like it when we would talk about it?” Louis asked worriedly.
Harry looked shocked at the question, much to Louis’ relief, instantly shaking his head.
“No, pup. Of course not. I - I loved talking like that with you. I’m sure you know I was getting myself off too. I wasn’t even meant to be doing that, the company rules were that you weren’t to because it would distract you from the work, but… I couldn’t help it with you,” Harry rushed to explain.
Louis couldn’t help a smug smile at that, even if it contrasted with his nerves and how flushed he was from discussing it.
“I’m just saying it was kind of a fantasy? And I’m really happy to roleplay that fantasy with you at some point, sure. But I want… When we have sex for the first time I want it to be Harry and Louis having sex, not this… rich domineering alpha and subservient omega thing we would talk about. Is that - how do you feel about that?” Harry asked curiously.
Louis felt a bit stumped at what Harry had to say. He was confused - he hadn’t considered that they’d have sex any other way than how they’d talked dirty over the phone.
But Harry was right. It was always the scenario of Harry seeing to him in what Louis supposed was a fairly traditional way. The idea that it might not be that was a bit daunting, but in a way, almost more exciting?
The main bit he was struggling with was what it meant practically. What was he to do if not just ultimately lay there with his arse in the air looking pretty? He didn’t have a script for it otherwise. Did Harry?
“What’s going on in that big brain of yours, pup?” Harry asked him softly, and Louis realised he’d just gone silent on him. Harry’s hand came up to cup his cheek, then lightly play with his hair. “We can - you know. Do it that way if that’s what you’d prefer,” Harry offered quietly, starting to back track.
“No, no, I ehm,” Louis began, realising that he didn’t actually want that as much as something else, now he’d been presented with the alternative. “I’d just never - actually thought about it like that? That ehm - I’d been… a bit closed minded about it?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” Harry rushed to answer, shaking his head a bit. “Not at all. I just… I wanna have sex with you. And what I like about you is that you’re so… headstrong, and opinionated, and brave. You do what you want and you’re so good at doing it. And you don’t hold back, even when you get shy, you still press forward.”
“So I just didn’t want you to think that I wanted you to just roll over on your tummy and present for me and we call it a day, you know? We’re more than that, and… well, personally, I think it’ll be a lot more fun if we.. be ourselves, right?”
Louis swallowed thickly and nodded, because he definitely agreed with the sentiment, especially now he was realising he had played a role he thought he had to in all those conversations with Harry, instead of exploring what he actually wanted.
Maybe that was another reason why he had all those walls up when it came to alphas in the past. Maybe deep down he knew he didn’t want to just roll over, like Harry had just said.
“Yeah, it’s just -” Louis began, letting out a small sigh. “Is that - how do we know what we want to do if we’re going to be ourselves?”
Harry smiled kindly at him, clearly unable to help himself from coaxing Louis into another tight squeeze of reassurance.
“Well, forgive me for being diligent but I might have started thinking about some of this a while ago,” Harry teased, earning a quick scoff off of Louis.
“I still wanna please ya. Make you feel good. Wanna… touch you all over, explore you with my hands. Get my mouth on you. Taste you… taste your slick,” Harry began, Louis shivering at how intimate that sounded.
“Wanna mark you as mine in any way I can. But I also want… I like when you’re a bit bossy, don’t I? I like when we play off of one another, when we go one-to-one for it. I’d like to find out if that side of you exists sexually too, yeah? Does that make sense?” Harry questioned.
Louis nodded quickly, because it did. If he thought about how he normally acted in everyday life it was a stark contrast to how he imagined himself in the bedroom, even when he was alone and fantasising, or the porn he looked for.
If he thought about the open ended possibilities, the idea that he and Harry could really do anything they wanted, as long as the other one wanted it too, then it was… almost a bit mindblowing.
He pulled back from Harry’s chest again, eyeing him a bit more intently this time and pressing his hands into his chest to keep him from hiding.
“What if I wanted to ride you?” Louis asked him, like he was testing the waters on stepping outside of the only two sex positions he’d considered himself in - missionary and traditional omega presentation on all fours.
“I’d love it if you wanted to do that,” Harry answered easily.
“What if I.. what if I pulled your hair?” Louis pressed.
“Turns me on, actually, having my hair pulled,” Harry responded with a cheeky smile.
Louis stored the information for later use but moved right along.
“What if I wanted to top you?” Louis asked, pressing it to an extreme he thought Harry would crack under.
Harry shrugged, but his eyes lit up - even if he tried to hide it. “I’d let you,”
“Really?” Louis responded incredulously, never having heard of such a thing. An alpha taking an omegas cock. It seemed so taboo.
“Really really,” Harry answered, patting Louis’ hip. “I’d do anything with you. Anything you wanted. That’s what I’m saying. I think - I think Harry and Louis will have so much more fun having sex than those traditional guys in Paris would,”
“Maybe they would,” Louis wondered aloud, mulling it over some more as his mind drifted to terribly dirty places now that he’d realised he was allowed.
“So if you… want to think about that some more, you know, get more used to the idea, we don’t have to do anything tonight - if you don’t want to, Omega,” Harry assured him.
Louis felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. The way Harry cared for him was more than he ever could have expected. How he helped him explore who he really was, whether that was conscious or not, was overwhelming, and he always seemed to know the right things to say.
Even if he wore pink nail polish on his toes and was terrible at parking a car, Louis was so sure that this was his alpha. Even more sure than before this conversation, and he thought he was really sure then.
His decision about doing anything tonight was the easiest one he’d ever made.
“Snog me,” Louis insisted. “And… you should touch me. My arse. Properly.”
“Yeah?” Harry asked, his eyes lighting up at the prospect.
“Mhm,” Louis nodded, sitting up a bit straighter. “And I want to see your knot. And make you come. And you should make me come.”
“It’d be a delight to make you come again, Omega,” Harry responded, his hands on his waist sliding down lower, but instead of going to his hips like they normally did, they smoothed around to his arse and Harry got two big alpha-sized handfuls of it.
“Then get to it,” Louis tutted, pretending to be short with him before squeaking when Harry used the grip on his arse to tug him in closer and crash their lips together.
Louis responded eagerly, sucking Harry’s honey flavoured lip balm off his bottom lip and looping his arms around his shoulders, sliding a hand into the back of his hair. It was like a cloche had been lifted off of him, revealing a whole new world.
A world in which he could tug Harry’s unruly curls and he would moan a pretty noise into his mouth. One where he could feel the heat of Harry’s cock press up against him under his arse, even through their clothes. Where Harry’s hands were greedy and demanding instead of respectful and chaste, gripping firmly on Louis’ body and running over him with a new undercurrent of need.
When they had to part their lips to get some breath in their lungs Harry’s hands moved to the hem of Louis’ t-shirt, edging it up as he groped his waist.
“Can I take this off?” Harry wondered.
Louis was about to nod before deciding to do one better, shaking his head.
“You first,” Louis responded, dipping his fingertip into Harry’s collar and pulling it out as if that helped any.
Harry scrambled to get his hands on the fabric, pulling it from the back of him and tossing it aside, clearly eager to please as he started the process of removing his rings too, carefully setting them on Louis’ side table.
Louis took the opportunity to admire Harry’s body, the way his muscles were shifting as he worked and the tattoos that littered his torso. He could feel himself start to get wet, not quite leaking out his hole so he knew Harry wouldn’t be able to smell it yet, but there was something about his naked torso that had him feeling a bit feral.
He wanted to lick him. Claim him, the way Harry every so often did when he scent marked him. He wanted to bite on the swell of Harry’s pecs and run his tongue over the divots of his abs. He wanted to mark love bites next to the tattoos and suck on his nipples.
“Can I-” Louis began, swallowing thickly and reaching out to Harry’s pec in gesture, not knowing how to voice his thoughts aloud in the way that Harry was so easily able to spin dirty talk into something so arousing. He thumbed at the swell of the muscle experimentally, then decided doing some big omega eyes at him might get him his way.
“You can literally do anything you want to me,” Harry answered simply. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. And… you know, don’t start like, slapping me round or summat out of the blue, but… you know, aside from that,”
Louis made a face at the notion of just randomly slapping Harry, but he supposed it was probably a good caveat to lay out just in case.
“Okay,” Louis replied, hesitating just a second longer before diving in at Harry’s neck, heading straight for his scent gland. When he’d scent Harry normally it would just be a brush of his nose or a little respectful peck if he was really feeling crazy.
But today he licked a fat stripe over it, just like Harry had done to him in the past.
“Jesus,” Harry moaned, his hands tightening on Louis’ arse and pulling him impossibly closer, like it would have an immediate flow-on effect to how he used his mouth.
Pleased with the response, Louis continued. He sucked over the spot and nipped it with his teeth, making a contented noise in the back of his throat as he smelt their scents start to mingle together as he scent marked him.
Now that he was this close he could smell Harry’s arousal too, something sharper in his scent that was more like pine but headier. It made Louis’ head spin.
Since he wasn’t in danger of his instincts taking over - that being giving Harry the bonding bite, it wouldn’t do much coming from an omega - he decided to instead give it a good suck to make a love bite. It was easy once he got the hang of it, and the way that Harry was wriggling beneath him was so enticing.
He only pulled back to check that it was visible before grinning smugly, leaning in closer to lick more of his neck and cover him like Harry was sometimes prone to doing. He understood why as he worked - he could already tell just how deep his scent was going to wrap around Harry for the next few days and his inner omega felt so possessive carrying the action out.
As he made his way down Harry’s chest he bit at the swell of his pec, sucking another little mark and keeping up his licks as he found his way over to one of his nipples. Just as he was about to wrap his lips around it to see how it tasted he felt Harry’s hands pull his shirt up some.
“Please, Omega?” Harry requested, his hands skating over Louis’ now bare sides. “Just want to see. You’re so gorgeous,”
Louis felt like he couldn’t refuse with a compliment like that, so he nodded and lifted his arms up so Harry could slip it over his head. He didn’t waste any time though, going straight back to his nipple and licking over it before sucking it into his mouth.
He was surprised to see just how sensitive they were, if Harry’s reaction was anything to go by. Harry let out a breathy moan and his hand flew to the back of Louis’ head, though Louis wasn’t sure if it was to keep him there or just to ground himself.
“So good, Omega,” Harry praised, and when Louis flicked his eyes up, Harry was already staring right down at him.
“It feels alright?” Louis murmured curiously, causing Harry to let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Yeah, just alright,” Harry muttered, rolling his eyes at him. “Bite it. Know you want to,”
Louis made a small chirp of intrigue at the suggestion, sinking his teeth down around the raised bud and flying his hands out to grab Harry’s waist when he unexpectedly bucked up against him.
“Interesting,” Louis muttered against the now slightly redder skin, sucking it as if to soothe it down and deciding to continue his explorations rather than lingering around his nipples, since it seemed like Harry liked it just a bit too much.
He swiped his tongue over the contours of Harry’s pec and sucked where it curved, inhaling on instinct and feeling his first drop of slick leak at the scent he got.
Harry’s arousal was a lot more pungent this far down his body, and Louis started to purr without noticing he was doing it. He followed the scent like he was in one of those olden times cartoons where the dog caught a whiff of a freshly cooked pie on the windowsill.
He tracked it down to where the scent was strongest, shuffling back in his lap so he could see where his cock was pressing firmly against the zip of his jeans, threatening to burst out.
Louis then did what any self respecting omega would do in his situation and planted his face directly into it. He rubbed himself all over the fabric where he could feel the overwhelming heat, indulging himself in Harry’s scent as if he needed to be covered.
“God you smell good. That’s what they’re missing with phone sex. Don’t get any of this,” Louis insisted when he felt like he could come up for air, greedily shifting his fingers towards Harry’s button to get a better look.
“You’re telling me,” Harry muttered, catching Louis’ hands in his own just when he got a peek of the green underwear Harry seemed to have on. “Lou, please. Let me touch you a bit first, yeah? Gotta try pace myself,”
“But I wanna see,” Louis mumbled, having just enough wherewithal to stop himself from properly whining about it.
“I think we can still arrange that,” Harry informed him, and now that Louis was looking at him his eyes seemed to have darkened significantly. “But let me make you come first, yeah? Need to make you feel good. Omegas come first,”
Louis sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to try and stop his silly grin, rolling his eyes at Harry’s chivalry at a time like this.
“What’s your idea then?”
“You let me get these off,” Harry said, shifting Louis’ hands into just one of his own and gripping at the wrists. Not hard enough that Louis couldn’t remove them whenever he liked, but he liked the idea of them being there so didn’t pull away.
He then tugged at Louis’ jeans, flicking the button open to match his own.
“Then I appreciate how gorgeous you are, worship you a bit. Then you let me taste your slick that I’ve been dying to try since the minute I first smelt it,” Harry offered with a shrug as if he was reading off of a menu.
“Then when do I get to see you?” Louis questioned, hesitant to agree in case he was about to get cheated out of getting his Alpha’s knot.
“Same time,” Harry explained, smoothing his hand around the back of Louis’ jeans now that they were a bit looser and diving his hand in under his underwear, getting some skin on skin contact with his arse.
“Your throne awaits, pup. Can try your best to have a go at me but I think you’ll be a touch distracted,” Harry announced, then patted his chest in gesture.
Louis furrowed his brow, wondering how sitting on Harry’s chest would have much to do with anything, squirming as he groped his arse more before gasping when he realised.
“You want to 69 me,” Louis accused.
“I want to do a whole lot more than just 69 you, my Omega, but that’s correct,” Harry agreed. “You up for it?”
Louis nodded before he realised that he was doing it, yelping as Harry lifted him off of his lap and set him down on the bed beside him, instantly starting to try and shed his jeans off of him. Louis squirmed to try and help, wriggling until he was left in his boxers but he didn’t get much time to consider it before Harry was pulling him into another snog.
“God you look amazing, Lou,” Harry complimented, rolling slightly onto his side and sliding his hand down Louis’ back, tracing his curves.
“Thank you Alpha,” Louis preened, pressing closer to him to seek more affection and moaning when Harry unexpectedly ran his fingers between his cheeks, over his boxers and felt him up near his hole.
“So wet for me too. Knew you’d get so wet, baby. Could just tell over the phone. Could hear how slick you were sometimes, when I got you fingering yourself for me,” Harry told him, pressing two fingers against his hole and teasing slow circles.
Louis spread his legs on instinct, hooking one around Harry’s waist to get a better angle and pressing closer. He could feel Harry’s cock fit against his front, the heat and pressure from it making him wetter.
“Harry,” Louis tutted quietly, but he hardly wanted him to stop.
“Shh,” Harry cooed, giggling a little. “Let me have my fun. Can I take these off and get you up here? You smell so fucking good I’m barely holding myself back,”
Louis nodded, shuffling around again as Harry edged his boxers down, blushing just a bit at the fact he was fully naked and Harry was still partially clothed.
The alpha didn’t seem to care though, a low rumble sounding in his throat as he smoothed his hands over every bit of Louis’ body he could possibly reach.
“You’re perfect. Knew you would be, but… god. My Omega,” Harry murmured, almost half to himself and in a much deeper register than he usually talked in. He brushed his hand over Louis’ cock which twitched with interest, but it was short lived in favour of Harry’s mission to get to his hole.
“Come on, then. Get on with it,” Louis tutted to Harry with a little giggle, swatting his hands away to shift himself up onto his knees. “So do I just…?” he added, gesturing about clambering on top of him.
Harry nodded, moving his hands to Louis’ hips to guide him.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that, and there you - oh fuck,” Harry insisted, helping him climb over and situate himself on his chest before evidently getting distracted.
“What?” Louis asked, slightly concerned as he turned back to look at Harry over his shoulder.
“You just look incredible, is all,” Harry muttered in wonder, his eyes glued on Louis’ arse. Louis flushed up, unable to stop the instinct to arch up a bit for his alpha to make sure he was getting a good view, even if he was slightly embarrassed about how much Harry could see and how close he was.
“You think?” Louis questioned, getting the urge to be a bit of a flirt and touch his own arse cheek as if he were inspecting it was okay for Harry.
“I know,” Harry insisted, his hands coming along Louis’ waist and down to his arse, gripping with greedy hands and spreading him open. Louis watched as Harry inhaled deeply, the scent of Louis’ arousal filling the room now there was no more fabric to contain it and he knew he was messy and wet back there.
“I’m not gonna be able to stop once I start,” Harry muttered, moving to thumb over Louis’ hole tentatively, lightly. The sensation made Louis inhale sharply, his toes curling from his Alpha’s touch and more slick leak out his hole like it could tell an Alpha was near.
Harry then smeared the slick across Louis’ cheek, running his hand a bit more haphazardly over the skin as he got it coated. Louis knew from experience there was always plenty more of it, so he watched, bewitched, as Harry set to work on making him even more messy.
Louis watched Harry then sunk two fingers in his own mouth to taste, his eyes rolling back and his head falling against the pillows for the moment.
“I may as well have been starving my whole life before I tasted you, Omega,” Harry informed him, looking up to meet Louis’ eyes to show his earnesty.
“You’re so cheesy,” Louis teased, but he was officially wrapped up in every little movement Harry was making.
Harry swiped his fingers across Louis’ hole again, collecting more slick and tilting his head to rub it against his spot, all the while keeping his eyes on Louis.
The motion shocked Louis a bit - it wasn’t completely unheard of, but usually it was in the context of alphas come-marking their omega in the middle of their rut, if their hole was too sore to use and they had to come elsewhere. They’d smear their load onto the omega’s neck and hips and cock, an instinctual drive to claim what was theirs.
Seeing Harry do it to himself with his slick was incredibly arousing, making him slick up more knowing that if anyone dared to get close enough to Harry over the next wee while that they’d smell Louis’ aroused scent on him.
“Do you like that?” Louis asked, reaching behind himself and between his cheeks to collect some of his own slick against his fingers.
“Like being yours. Like you’re mine,” Harry answered, baring his neck for Louis as he reached to copy Harry’s motion of scenting him. He pressed his wet fingers against Harry’s spot, smoothing slow circles and watching the bliss settle on his face as he lightly held his throat.
There was something so intoxicating about having the Alpha display submissively for him. It made Louis feel powerful, and revered, like Harry really meant that he’d do anything with him.
He dragged his fingers up from Harry’s neck and slid them inside of his mouth, feeling the hot wet heat of it and pressing against his tongue as Harry started to suck on them, desperate to get a taste. His eyes were blown black and staring unwaveringly up at Louis.
He understood, then, what Harry meant when he’d said it would be much better if they were themselves.
“Lick me,” Louis insisted to Harry, pulling his fingers out of his mouth, making sure to drag them on his bottom lip before tilting forward, just enough so that Harry didn’t have to hold him spread. He then pressed back, letting Harry’s hands guide him until he was sat on his face.
The first brush of Harry’s tongue across his hole was magic, like nothing he’d ever felt before. His tongue was soft and warm against him, his hole clenching around nothing like it could tell that it wasn’t getting everything Harry could offer.
“Oh my god,” Louis moaned quietly, settling into Harry’s initial approach of rhythmic kitten licks, shifting so he was perched lightly and taking most of his weight through his thighs. He kept one hand reaching behind himself, carding it through Harry’s curls where he could barely see him for how deep he was trying to bury his face.
Louis could feel Harry’s hands on his hips trying to coax him to lower himself but he was distracted, ignoring it in favour of the pleasure he was getting from being licked by his alpha. It was like when he licked over his neck to claim him but a million times better, and he knew that Harry was earning a good amount of slick for his efforts.
“Relax, Omega. I’ve got you. Sit down on my tongue,” Harry told him, his voice muffled against his arse but clear enough for Louis to understand. He furrowed his brow, worried for Harry’s breathing but he reasoned that he was strong enough to push him off if it really got that dire.
He relaxed his thigh muscles and let his full weight rest on Harry’s face, gasping in a loud moan when he felt Harry’s tongue slip inside of him. It was an ecstasy he’d never felt, his hand tugging Harry’s hair which made Harry rumble beneath him. The vibration of the rumble in turn made his tongue more pleasurable, and Louis felt like if he wasn’t careful he’d end up in a never-ending circle of satisfaction.
It was hard but he managed to rip his eyes away from Harry, glancing down the expanse of his body and noticing his cock was still covered. He was distracted, but very determined to at least get a peek at it before he inevitably came. Harry had promised, afterall.
He leant further forward, whimpering when that opened him up wider and got Harry deeper, settling down on his elbows and observing the shape of it through the split of his jeans.
Harry looked big, thick. The idea that whatever lay beneath would be knotting him at some point was far too intriguing to ignore, so no more than a few seconds later did he reach out and skirt his hand underneath Harry’s briefs to feel him out properly.
He was hot against his palm, almost silky to the touch and Louis didn’t miss the groan Harry made against his arse as he licked him out like he was a starved man. Louis used his free hand to push his briefs down, gasping when his cock sprung out and he got a proper look at him.
“How the fuck is that gonna fit inside of me?” Louis exclaimed, holding the base of it as he took in just how girthy it was - Harry’s knot had barely expanded either.
“Nature finds a way,” Harry muttered against his arse, moaning and licking some more, sucking to the side of his hole and before Louis could register Harry had pressed two fingers inside of him.
Louis’ eyes rolled back and his body went lax, his mouth parting so he could let out some more desperate moans at suddenly being filled up. He squirmed as a third finger was added and Harry curled his fingers towards his prostate, whining loudly when bumped it.
“See, Omega? You’re made for it. You’ll fit so nicely on my cock, I promise,” Harry advised, licking around his fingers like he still couldn’t get enough. He locked in on Louis’ prostate and really started to rub his fingers against it, barely relenting as Louis gasped for air.
“Harry- oh,” Louis moaned, practically writhing on top of him now, relying on the loose grip he had on Harry’s cock to keep him grounded as he coaxed him closer and closer.
He supposed that was one of the upsides of being an omega - coming more than once was never an issue.
“Oh I know, Omega. You’re so good at taking it,” Harry coaxed, and Louis’ moans fell into silent, desperate breaths as he felt his pinky breach in alongside his other fingers. Louis yelped as Harry’s free hand came around to his tummy and coaxed him to sit up again, sinking his fingers deeper and extending the stretch around them as Harry held him firm.
“Want you to come for me Omega, yeah? Come on me. Claim me like I’m gonna claim you later,” Harry insisted, sliding the hand on his tummy down to his dick.
Louis looked at how his hand kind of dwarfed his cock, not looking anywhere near as big as it did when Louis jerked himself off. Something about it made him squirm though, the way Harry was able to play him with his hands so easily and how he was so talented at it.
He expertly timed the strokes on his cock with the fingers in his arse to the point that Louis felt he had no other choice but to come, letting it build deep in his gut until he felt he might explode.
Louis didn’t bother to warn Harry, feeling that the noise he let out would probably indicate what was happening to him, if he didn’t notice the way his hole clenched tightly around his fingers or how his come started to spill all over Harry’s torso and hand.
“Oh fuck,” Louis whined, reaching behind himself to tug Harry’s hair to get some of his energy out, earnestly riding Harry’s fingers and fucking up into his hand to chase his high, starting to pant when he came down but Harry didn’t let up.
Usually he would flag for a few minutes before trying again when he was alone but it seemed Harry wasn’t giving him that option, and though it felt intense to keep receiving this pleasure after his orgasm faded it didn’t feel bad, it just made his head swim.
His cock stayed mostly hard in Harry’s hand, his own come getting smeared up and down it as he kept stroking, and his prostate getting a proper massage before Harry’s fingers were out and his mouth was back on, almost feeling soothing compared to how his fingers were.
“Good Omega,” Harry praised, Louis feeling slick rush out his hole at the praise. Harry seemed to enjoy that though, moaning and licking to beg for more.
“Harry,” Louis mumbled breathlessly, more open mouthed whines coming out of his mouth before he tugged his hair more firmly, at least getting him to blink his eyes open. “Give me a minute, yeah?”
Harry nodded, clearing his throat and sticking his tongue back in his mouth. He helped Louis shift just slightly forward so he could perch on his chest more than his face, and when Louis got a proper look at him his jaw dropped.
Harry’s whole face was covered in his slick. He looked debauched, his eyes so filled with pleasure and his mouth positively red from all the work it had been doing. To make it even worse Harry’s hand that was covered in Louis’ come came up to his mouth and he sucked his fingers like it was his favourite meal, clearly cherishing the taste of him in any way he could.
“You look crazy,” Louis mumbled to him, clearly a bit in awe as Harry managed to tear his eyes away from where he was still staring at Louis’ hole. He knew it was because he was leaking more slick just from how good Harry looked, so he was proud of him for making the effort for eye contact.
Harry shrugged, smiling smugly and taking a deep breath. “I’d happily die eating you out, Omega. Never tasted anything better,” Harry insisted theatrically.
“Yeah?” Louis asked, a bit of a giggle in his voice at his alpha’s dramatics.
“I’m serious. I never want to do anything else in my entire life ever again,” Harry responded, reaching his finger out to swipe through the drip of slick that Louis could feel making its way across his perineum.
Harry sucked it into his mouth with a moan, pushing himself up to start going at him again before Louis swatted his hands at him and scrambled to get off of his chest, knowing that was the only way he was going to be able to get a good look at what Harry had going on without being distracted.
“Let me touch you, Alpha. Being selfish,” Louis insisted to him, rolling his eyes as Harry reached out to get a possessive hand on his arse, but he let him do it because it was just the cheek.
“If you come mark me. Yeah? Would you want to?” Harry asked, seeming to want to demand it before realising and shifting the tone to make it more inviting, as if he wasn’t sure if Louis would want to.
Louis hummed curiously, looking at where he’d splattered come all over Harry’s butterfly tattoo and considering it for all of a moment before he scooped some up in his fingers, going for the spot on his neck and smearing it against it experimentally.
He felt something stir in his inner wolf, a deep warmth in his chest that he wasn’t expecting as Harry’s eyelids fluttered in bliss and his hand tightened on his arse. It was like when he’d done it with his slick before but more intense, something Louis could easily see himself getting used to doing.
Louis swiped his fingers over Harry’s lips before collecting more from his torso, getting both hands involved and rubbing it on the lines of Harry’s hips, knowing there were scent glands there as well and feeling that confirmed when he got the same warm sensation and mix of their scents.
He finally got the last of it and wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock, diving deeper into his briefs with the other hand to grab his balls and cover them as much as he could, whining with how overwhelmingly connected he felt to Harry by doing this.
“Omega,” Harry moaned, groping his arse again and shifting his hips up into the touch, and Louis watched with wide eyes as the base of Harry’s cock expanded fractionally.
“Alpha,” Louis responded, sounding a bit awestruck. “Your knot,”
“Yeah, darling, that’s all yours,” Harry encouraged, using his free hand to edge the side of his own briefs and jeans down, Louis scrambling to help so he could finally get him naked too.
“Oh my god,” Louis mumbled once he threw the clothing aside, staring at Harry’s cock in its full glory and looking back at him with disbelief. “It looks so good. I thought - I thought that the toys were exaggerated,”
Harry let out a laugh, sounding a pleased sort of smug as he moved his own hand to his cock and gave it a lazy stroke, Louis’ eyes glued to the movement as his mouth watered, along with his hole. He wanted it in both orifices immediately, his stomaching aching with how it wasn’t possible.
“Could I taste?” Louis asked Harry curiously, breath catching when the proper, unclothed scent of Harry’s arousal hit him. His hole leaked on instinct, straight onto his duvet.
“Yes,” Harry granted, then cocked his head to the side. “But do you want me to knot you tonight?”
Louis hesitated, considering his options. The idea of Harry’s cock inside him, his knot locking them together and filling him up was almost making him vibrate with need, so it seemed an easy answer.
“Yes, I do,” Louis answered. “Why?”
“Because I don’t think I’ll last very long with your mouth if you want me to fuck you properly,” Harry explained with a cheeky grin, waggling his eyebrows at him. “Maybe just a tiny taste? You’ll let me pull you off if I get too close?”
Louis nodded at the limitations Harry set, almost a bit sad he wouldn’t get his come in his mouth but he felt that it was better experienced in his hole.
“Okay, Alpha,” Louis murmured, not wasting any time in moving himself around so he could get out of Harry’s grip, pushing his legs to spread and kneeling between them, so he could get the full picture of Harry along with his massive cock.
He made sure to stay kneeling so his arse would stay temptingly up in the air before he leant in and gripped the base of Harry’s cock. He tipped it up and angled it before stroking down to pull his foreskin back, then finally licked a fat stripe over the tip of it.
“Holy fuck,” Harry moaned, but Louis hardly paid him that much attention as he tried to decide if he liked the taste. It was salty, obviously, but with the underlying hint of Harry’s scent. Once he decided he was a fan he licked again, sucking just lightly with his lips before starting to lick down the length of it, wanting it covered in his spit.
He licked at the base where he was thicker, moaning and sucking against it because it was where his scent was the thickest and it felt so good against his mouth. He even gave his balls some love, getting them in his hands and giving them nice squeezes as he made him as wet as he could manage.
Louis travelled back up his length, moaning as he fitted his mouth over the tip and gave it an experimental suck, suctioning his mouth and running his tongue back and forth over the slit a few times, finding that it all came quite naturally to him.
It was like the want to pleasure and explore his cock was buried deep inside of him, and now that it was reality he was just acting on instinct with what he and his omega wanted him to do.
He didn’t dip too deep, not wanting him near the back of his throat while he was working it all out, eventually moving to circle both of his hands around Harry and stroke him while he sucked, before his hair was rudely pulled quite abruptly as Harry cried out desperately.
“Sorry, sorry, Omega, sorry, I was just - you were getting me so close, fuck, your mouth,” Harry whined, stroking the hair he’d pulled as Louis looked up at him grumpily, because he’d been enjoying himself.
“I was busy,” Louis insisted petulantly, giving Harry’s cock another stroke just to bother him before his wrist was quickly captured. Harry sat himself up so they were face to face, and Louis was able to hold up his faux grumpy demeanour for all of a second before Harry was kissing the frown off of his face.
“I know, my love. But if you want my knot then we have to be brave,” Harry insisted, dropping his hands in favour of cupping Louis’ cheeks and tilting his head up towards him, giving him some adoring kisses as opposed to all the debauchery they’d been getting up to. Louis swore he could taste himself on his tongue, but he didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would.
“Fine,” Louis murmured back, not really all that put out because he really did want Harry’s knot, and he was just a little bit smug that Harry didn’t seem to have pornstar level stamina around him.
“Thank you for your benevolence, my liege,” Harry teased, earning himself an eye roll from Louis.
“Fuck off,” Louis laughed, kissing him back eagerly before gripping Harry’s wrists to give him some affection back.
“Rather fuck you,” Harry shrugged, grinning at him. “Wanna go on your belly or your back? Be easier if we do one of those the first time, just so you can get used to it,”
Louis nodded at the advice, considering it for a few moments before responding. “My back. Wanna see you. Is that okay?”
There was something equally as persuasive about getting it in a traditional way, on all fours, but Louis was hopeful they might have sex again in the future and he’d get to experience it at some point.
“More than okay, baby. I wanna see you too,” Harry agreed, giving him one last smooch before starting to shift around. Louis was manhandled back against the bed - but not before Harry fluffed his pillows and got another one underneath his hips to prop him up some. Louis settled happily with his princess treatment, doing a grounding sigh as Harry faffed about before spreading his legs to let him come between them.
“You’re the Omega of my dreams, baby. I couldn’t think up anything better than this,” Harry told him earnestly, his hands skating over the insides of Louis’ thighs before coming to cup his balls, thumbing at them appreciatively.
Louis relaxed back into the bed, posing himself just slightly for Harry’s pleasure and fixing his hair before letting his hands fall above his head, just fully submitting to him in every way he could.
“I love you, Alpha,” Louis told him, feeling so in the moment that it just felt natural, like it couldn’t go any other way than Harry loving him back. It was like he was knot drunk before even getting it.
He watched as Harry widened his eyes in shock, then he let out a small laugh of disbelief as he let in to crowd over Louis and give him another smooch.
“I love you too, Omega,” Harry answered as Louis swelled with warmth. He knew deep down he didn’t have to worry, so he was almost glad his lust filled brain decided to just get it out there rather than fretting for weeks over it.
“Good,” Louis answered, kissing Harry back and touching his curly hair reverently. “Now stick your knot in me,”
Harry laughed loudly into his mouth, rolling his eyes as he propped himself up on one arm and swiped the other hand through Louis’ cheeks to collect some slick, lubing up his cock haphazardly.
“I’m not going to last very long at all. Please don’t view this as an accurate representation of my stamina,” Harry warned him.
“What, you’ll normally be quicker?” Louis teased, yelping when Harry gave his nipple a wee nip to tell him off.
“When I’m used to fucking you I’m going to fuck you for hours and hours until you’re a mess and the only thing you know is my name,” Harry insisted, pressing the blunt head of his cock up against Louis’ hole, effectively shutting him up. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Louis answered easily, consciously relaxing himself to be able to take Harry, but he was still taken aback and gasping for air when Harry pressed inside of him. It turned into more of a choke the further he pushed, his mouth open in a voiceless moan as Harry moved slow and steady.
It was like it just kept coming - every time Louis thought he must be close to bottoming out there seemed to be more of it, filling up his insides before he finally felt the press of his hips and the apparently welcome sensation of his balls against him. He gasped in some air, not realising he’d been holding his breath.
His hole was working overtime, fluttering and producing more slick for his Alpha to the point that Louis could feel it still leaking out around the tight stretch of Harry’s cock. This seemed like it was going to be even more of a mess to clean up than his heats were.
“You okay Omega?” Harry asked in his softest, kindest voice. Louis then realised that his hand was lovingly stroking his face and he’d stopped himself from moving, clearly waiting for Louis to adjust.
He nodded, tipping his head into the affection and making a small purr of content, just a few chirpy little noises to add before coaxing Harry’s thumb in his mouth to suck.
“Yeah, Alpha. You’re just so big,” Louis advised him, squirming on his cock and gasping when it grazed his spot.
“That’s cause you’re so tight, my love,” Harry insisted, dipping his head down to lick over Louis' spot and give it a few sucks. Louis moaned loudly but it relaxed his body immediately, letting go of tension he didn’t even know he was holding.
“There you are. Are you okay if I move?” Harry asked, licking a few more times before picking his head up to look down at him.
Louis nodded again, chasing Harry’s thumb as he removed it before settling himself back.
“Yeah, H,” Louis encouraged. “Need your knot, Alpha. Fill me up?”
Harry moaned, settling his hands either side of Louis’ head and shifting his weight, experimentally pulling out before pushing back inside him again, just a fraction of an inch.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Omega,” Harry insisted, and just as Louis opened his mouth to reply Harry started to properly fuck him.
Louis lost all ability to think and speak when he started, even if he was going at a moderate pace it was still more pleasure than he thought he’d ever felt. Even when he fucked himself through his heats it was never like this. He had to work for that, never able to just lay there and have someone do it for him, someone as sexy as Harry.
He watched with wonder as his eyes ran over him, taking in how gorgeous his face was, the way his body rolled, his abs contracting his biceps straining to hold himself up, all while he worked himself in Louis’ hole like it was the most important thing on earth.
Louis felt so impossibly full, even when Harry was half pulled out so when he was in deep it was making him feel a bit spacey. The omega inside of him seemed to know what to do though, taking the reins and helping him spread his legs wider, some sort of evolutionary response to how he could feel Harry’s knot thickening.
“Holy shit, Harry,” Louis managed to gasp out, threading his fingers through his pillows before one of Harry’s hands shifted to pin his wrists, his pace barely wavering at the movement.
“Doing so good, my Omega,” Harry encouraged, some deeper grunts leaving his mouth as he fucked him in particularly firm thrusts.
His knot was starting to catch on his rim now, impacting Harry’s strokes as he grew wider in preparation to plug his come inside of Louis. It felt like an impossibly wide stretch, close to causing tears in Louis’ eyes but thankfully just shy of it.
“Last chance for me to stop, Omega,” Harry warned, his voice shakier than it was earlier and Louis swelled with pride that it was his hole that was doing that to him.
“Fill me up, Alpha, please,” Louis begged lightly, making a garbled moan when Harry gave a few more messy thrusts before he fucked into him further than he had done the whole time.
Louis felt his back arch and his eyes roll back when Harry’s knot expanded inside of him, tucking itself neatly behind his rim as he simultaneously felt his hot come shoot deep inside of him.
He barely noticed his own cock spilling up over his own belly, too lost in the pleasure of his orgasm caused by Harry’s thick knot. It was lasting a lot longer than it normally did too, his head underwater as he tried to focus on breathing and his legs wrapped around Harry’s waist on instinct, trying to sink him deeper.
After a long few moments he felt he could finally get a breath in, even if he still had some low lying pleasure like his orgasm hadn’t fully subsided.
“Oh my god,” Louis whispered, wiping his forehead and whimpering when Harry shifted on top of him, causing more sparks of pleasure.
“Yeah,” Harry breathed, clearly quite relaxed about it all as he was obviously going through his own pleasure too. “Fuck. Never thought it would feel like this,”
“Ya what?” Louis mumbled when he realised what Harry said, cocking his head to the side. He squirmed when Harry shifted again to get his hand on his tummy, watching him slide his hand messily through Louis’ come and spread it over his belly, whining when he dipped lower and stroked it over his still hard cock.
“What?” Harry asked distractedly, rocking his hips forward and gasping before bringing his fingers up to taste Louis’ come again. He then clearly realised Louis’ confusion, glancing up with a bit of a guilty look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I’ve not knotted anyone before,”
“Really?” Louis asked incredulously, looking him over like his whole world view had shifted.
“Yeah,” Harry shrugged, giving him a smile as he went back to smearing his come over his tummy, groping his hips. “Fucked people, but never knotted. Suppose I was kind of like you, in a way, wanted to save it,”
“Oh,” Louis answered simply, pursing his lips before parting them when Harry slowly rolled his hips and he felt the tug of his knot. “So I got your knot virginity,”
Harry nodded, giggling at the made up term and leaning in to kiss him. “Yeah you did, Omega. Wanna come again?”
Louis nodded eagerly against his lips, kissing him back before breathing in against Harry’s mouth as he ever so carefully rocked his hips inside of him. Louis clenched down on his knot rhythmically, milking another orgasm out of him and tugging Harry’s hair for good measure when he felt him fill him up with more come, his own synchronised orgasm occurring too.
He’d of course learned about knotting in health class and had done his own research later on in life, but nothing compared to the feeling of it actually happening, having his alpha fill him up and the ability to come so many times with such ease.
Louis understood in that moment why it was so much easier to get through your heat with an alpha around. Getting multiple orgasms out with one knot was surely a lot more efficient than the usual ‘just one’ he’d get with his toy.
“I love you,” Louis murmured when he came down from the next one.
“I love you too,” Harry responded like they’d been saying it for years, dipping his head to lick Louis’ neck and claim him, as if he wasn’t literally inside of him.
Louis knew they had at least another ten minutes or so locked together so he settled in, getting a hand in Harry’s hair to stroke it adoringly as he let his alpha have his wicked way with him.
It wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined his first time. It was even better.
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