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Louis was bored. He'd spent the whole afternoon studying for an exam that was a week away. He'd been productive, but it was not a fun task.
Usually on a Sunday after he and Harry, his roommate, would spend the afternoon playing video games. Lately, though, Harry hadn't been home as much, claiming to be a part of a massive project that meant he had to be out the majority of the time the past month and a bit.
It was quite lonely, and Louis missed Harry's presence in the apartment.
Louis was so bored out of his mind that he'd retreated into his bedroom and found entertainment in just scrolling his social media feeds. It was brain-numbing, but it did the job of passing the time, so Louis wasn't complaining.
He was scrolling through Instagram when he came across an ad about some website that was what a mix of OnlyFans and Pornhub would most likely look like.
It sparked some interest, but then Louis reminded himself that no, he shouldn't invest his time in stuff like that.
He went to continue scrolling to remove the temptation to click on the ad, but as he was scrolling his finger accidentally clicked on the bottom part of the ad, taking Louis to the website.
It took him a second to realise what he had done, before he quickly closed the browser and went back onto Instagram, feeling the heat build in his face despite knowing he was alone.
He continued scrolling but suddenly he kept getting ads for the same website, and he held out for as long as he could until he'd seen at least 5 ads in the span of 15 minutes and caved.
The website looked decent enough, but Louis hoped that he was not about to put a virus on his phone.
He scrolled down on the website, and different categories appeared on his screen.
There were many options to choose from, and Louis laughs a little at how ridiculous some options were.
He stopped scrolling however when he came across the "Boyxboy" section. Not because that was his thing, but because the cover of the category had a person that looked very similar to someone Louis swears he recognises from somewhere.
The picture was dark, and there are a lot of shadows so the face is hard to make out, but there was a faint outline where there was a mop of slightly long curls and chiseled abs on the guy's stomach.
The boy had lace panties on, and Louis wasn't sure why but that made his stomach flutter a little, and his cock become semi-hard.
That made Louis' mind go into overdrive. Why the hell was he getting turned on by a guy wearing panties? He had to admit the guy looked attractive, from what Louis could make out anyway, but he was sure that he was straight. He'd only ever been attracted to girls.
Louis put it down to not having gotten some for a while, and that he was just sexually frustrated. However, that still didn't stop him from clicking on the category.
He scrolled and stared as pictures of half or fully naked men appeared on his screen, but they had no effect on him or his dick, which confused him even more.
He froze though when he came across one particular picture, and that's when it hit Louis why he recognized the boy on the cover of the category.
Harry.
But what the hell was he doing on this website? Louis was sure his roommate was straight, but now he was just confused.
He was even more confused because Harry looked good in the picture.
Really good.
So good even, that Louis began to feel himself get hard again.
Then the logical side of his brain began to work again and it hit him what exactly was happening.
His roommate was taking pictures of himself looking like that, and on the boyxboy category, and worst of all it was turning him on.
What.
The.
Actual.
Fuck.
He began to wonder if this was what Harry was classifying as his "project" and how long he'd been doing this.
He clicked on the picture without thinking and it took him to Harry's user.
There, he found tons more pictures, and he couldn't stop himself before he was scrolling.
Pictures upon pictures of Harry doing things and wearing things popped up and it was too much for Louis.
He came across one photo in particular, which was taken in their apartment, and he realized it had been taken on his bed.
In it, Harry had a dildo halfway up his arse, and his head was thrown back, face contorted into one of pleasure that made Louis assume he was moaning. He was wearing black lace panties, that were pooling around his lower thigh, revealing his rock-hard cock flush against his chiseled chest. Louis was about to scroll when he realised that it wasn't a picture but rather a video.
This made Louis' heartbeat pick up and he clicked play.
He wasn't wearing headphones, so the sounds of Harry moaning began to fill up the room, and Louis watched with wide eyes as Harry dropped down on the dildo and then rose up again and continued to move up and down, just like if he were riding a dick.
Louis hadn't even realized he'd begun palming himself, but that combined with the moans echoing in the room, and the idea that not that long ago Harry was doing this on the very bed Louis was on in that moment, made Louis completely rock hard.
Soon the room was filled with Louis's small moans and grunts as he picked up the pace, combined with Harry's louder whines and moans, signaling that he was close to his release.
Louis decided that palming himself through his boxers wasn't enough and he slipped his hand under the fabric, closing his hand around his fully hard cock.
Louis closed his eyes and lost himself in the feeling of pleasure and the sound of Harry's sinful moans and whimpers.
As he desperately stroked himself, the image of Harry sinking down on the dildo and rising back up again with ease flashed across his mind, and he began to imagine Harry doing that to him and his cock.
That mental image sent Louis over the age and with one final long and low moan, Louis released into his boxers, the orgasm crashing over him and making his whole body shake.
He lay there for a bit just heavily breathing, brain feeling fuzzy.
He opened his eyes and looked at his phone screen to see the beautiful and sinful image of Harry covered in his own cum, some on Louis' bed sheets.
"God," Louis moaned quietly, already feeling himself start to get semi-hard from just that.
He froze however when he heard the sound of keys in the front door.
Harry was home.
The Harry who he just got off from the sight of.
His roommate Harry managed to turn him on and get him hard.
Harry.
"Louuuu, I'm home," Harry singsonged from where he was most likely standing at the front door.
"Fuck," Louis mumbled under his breath before quickly running to the bathroom, cringing slightly at the stickiness in his boxers.
He quickly turned the shower on and stripped, before hopping in.
"JUST IN THE SHOWER," He finally called out.
"Ok, I'll just be outside waiting on your bed," Harry replied.
That sentence made Louis remember the moments just before, and the memory of Harry riding a dildo on Louis's bed came flooding back into his mind.
It wasn't long before he was rock-hard again.
He let out a low groan, possibly a bit louder than he anticipated, because there was a knock at the bathroom door, and a concerned Harry asking if Louis was ok.
"Yeah, yeah fine," Louis' voice came out a few octaves lower due to arousal, and he wouldn't have to look in the mirror to know his pupils were probably blown.
Louis waited a bit before he was certain Harry had stepped away from the door before he wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock.
He stuffed his hand in his mouth to muffle out his moans because he didn't want Harry to hear, but then at the same time, the idea of Harry hearing turned Louis on even more and sent him closer to the edge.
He was just about to hit his high when another knock on the door sounded.
"Yes?" His voice sounded extremely gruff and was even lower, and if he wasn't so flustered and turned on he was sure he'd have been bright red from embarrassment.
"Lou?" Harry's voice sounded somewhat shaky and Louis immediately forgot all about his hard dick, and hopped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around him praying it covered his hard-on, and opened the door to reveal a beetroot-red Harry, holding Louis' phone in his hand.
"Uh, what's this on your phone?" Harry's voice quivered slightly and then it hit Louis. He never shut the browser off nor had he turned his phone off. So, if anyone were to look at his phone they would see Harry covered in cum, dildo deep inside of him.
"Shit." Louis felt the heat rise to his face and he tried to look anywhere but at Harry.
"Lou? How- how did you find this... this was meant to be my secret."
"I-I'm sorry ok, and an ad came up and I was stupid ok, I was stupid and I kept clicking on things and playing and scrolling and then I found you and, and..."
Louis cut off and finally met Harry's eyes, and saw the fear in them, but he could also make something else out behind the fear.
Lust.
"Harry... I, I found your account by clicking on the boyxboy section, and you want to know something? None of the pictures of any of the other men turned me on or anything. But you, well you in your panties and skirts and buttplugs and dildos, fucking dildos Harry... made me so. Fucking. Hard. And I don't even know why. You just looked so good, and I-"
Louis was cut off by the feeling of Harry's kissing him. He froze for a second, before he realised how good it felt to have Harry's lips on his, so he began to kiss back, his hard-on still begging to be touched.
Harry pulled back and Louis looked into his eyes once more to see that there was only a small ring of green.
"You got off to my video?" Harry said, slowly trailing his hand down Louis's bare chest.
"Y-yeah," Louis replied, swallowing a moan, because he was so so hard, and here Harry was touching his body.
Harry suddenly grabbed Louis's wrist and brought him over to the bed.
"Do you, can I...can I try something?"
"Yes, yes god yes," Louis sounded slightly desperate, and his hips rutted up on their own accord.
Harry straddled Louis and began to grind down. Louis let out a strangled moan because god Harry looked good doing that.
Harry began trailing kisses up and down Louis's lower body, each time getting closer and closer to the top of the towel; the only thing keeping Louis's now fully hard cock and Harry's pretty mouth from coming in contact.
Suddenly Harry pulled the towel down, and Louis' cock slapped up onto his chest, pre-come already spilling from the tip and onto his stomach.
Louis watched with anticipation as Harry just stared at his cock flush against his chest.
"So pretty, Lou. Better than I could have ever imagined. Waited so long to do this, you don't even know."
Harry's voice was thick and layered with arousal, making it octaves lower and if Louis wasn't completely rock hard before, he definitely was now.
"Harry," Louis whined, bucking his hips up slightly, desperately needing friction.
Harry leant forward and gently wrapped his big hand around the base of Louis cock. He pumped it a few times, sending crashing waves of pleasure through Louis' body.
"More, more," Louis moaned breathlessly, arching his back slightly.
Harry then placed an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of Louis' cock and that made Louis a writhing mess of moans and whimpers.
Harry slowly took Louis into his mouth, so slow that it was torture.
It took everything for Louis not to buck up into Harry's mouth when Harry finally took Louis fully in his mouth and began sucking and swirling his tongue teasingly.
"Harry, Harry Harry, fuck, Harry Harry harry," was all Louis could say, his mind going into overdrive and his whole body feeling on fire. He knew he wasn't going to last because this was Harry.
Harry who he'd always felt special about, but always put it down to them just being super close.
Harry with his presence made Louis feel like he was on cloud 9.
And now Harry who was sucking Louis off like a fucking pornstar with such little struggle, and Louis was so close to the edge.
He was so close when Harry suddenly pulled off and looked up at Louis through his eyelashes.
"Oh god," Louis moaned because Harry looked so fucking beautiful like that, lips glossy with saliva, eyes shiny, and face flushed.
"Fuck my mouth," Harry whispered, lips ghosting the tip of Louis's cock.
"Harry I-"
"Just do it Lou, I can handle it. I like the pain."
That made Louis moan deep in the back of his throat because that was so hot.
Harry once again took Louis into his mouth whole, and reached up and guided Louis' hands into his curls.
He began to hum around Louis's cock, and that was all it took before Louis began thrusting up into Harry's mouth.
It was surreal, the feeling was so intense and Harry looked even more beautiful with his eyes watering slightly, and when Louis hit the back of his throat and caused him to gag, it sent shivers up Louis' whole body.
"I'm not gonna last Harry- I'm gonna c-"
Louis let out a loud cry as his whole body spasmed and he released hard and fast down Harry's throat, who eagerly sucked every last drop.
Harry pulled off, and climbed up and Louis wrapped himself around the boy.
"That was incredible, thank you" Louis whispered into Harry's ear, kissing the spot under his earlobe.
"I've wanted to do that for so long, Lou," Harry's voice came out gravelly and it was a huge reminder of what had just occurred.
"Your voice..."
"Worth it. Plus, means you worked hard."
"I'm sorry...I was just so turned on by how hot you looked with your lips wrapped around me. Speaking of which do you need me to help you out?"
"No I uh, actually managed to cum at the sight of you thrusting into my mouth..."
"Oh."
"You looked even hotter doing it than any of my dreams I ever had."
"You dreamed about my fucking your mouth?"
"Not just that..."
"We could try making some of your fantasies come true in the future then."
"F-Future?"
"Yeah. "
"I-I'd like that."
Louis then pulled Harry closer to his chest and they were both so exhausted that they fell asleep like that, a content smile on both their faces.
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The end.