
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/1351600.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson
  Additional Tags:
      Hickeys, Underage_-_Freeform, based_on_a_prompt, larrystylinsmut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-22 Words: 1065
****** Your Eyes Tell Me Everything ******
by littlewhitelies
Summary
     based on a prompt over on larrystylinsmut.tumblr.com about 14 year
     old Louis seeing 17 year old Harry with a hickey and being jealous
     because he's never had one
     title from not just a girl by she wants revenge
Harry should have known coming to Louis' house straight after a fuck would be a
  bad idea. Louis loves to touch and cuddle him, which is not a problem with
Harry during normal circumstances but he was just fucked. He also has a massive
 hickey on his neck, which he cannot get rid of with a scarf because it's way
  too hot outside for a scarf.  He knows Louis is going to question the mark,
  Louis has to question every. single. thing.  (That is not a problem during
        normal circumstances, it is actually quite endearing to Harry.)
  He lets himself into Louis' house - it's never locked - and walks to Louis'
  bedroom.  He's up, playing Minecraft on his Xbox and as soon as Harry walks
 into his room he gets up and runs into Harry's arms.  Louis would never admit
to any one his affection towards Harry.  He would never admit how every time he
         sees him he has to run up to him so he can be closer, faster.
                "Hey, bud.  What are you making?"  Harry asks.
    "A castl - what is that on your neck?"  Louis frowns.  Harry groans and
 inwardly curses Cosmo for being so rough in places people can see.  "Did you
                            hurt yourself, Harry?"
  "No, I'm fine, don't worry about it, okay?"  Harry walks out of the embrace
                           Louis still has him in. 
 "Then what is it?"  Louis asks, completely ignoring Harry's request to ignore
it.  Harry expected the question, but hearing it is still frustrating.  How is
          he supposed to explain hickeys to a fourteen year old boy?
    "Harry, tell me."  He has a slight wine in his voice and really, Harry
shouldn't find that as adorable as he does.  Louis is like the younger brother
  he never had.  Or at least, that is the more innocent version of how Harry
  views Louis.  That's how he explains why he is over at Louis' house all the
 time to the people who question him.  He can't tell anyone that it's because
   even though Louis is fourteen, he's still beautiful and cheeky.  Louis is
  innocent and Harry wants that.  Harry wants to fuck him, ruin him to where
                         there is no innocence left. 
 After a few moments of stuttering, Harry says, "It's a hickey, a love bite."
          "How did you get one?"  Louis' face radiates his confusion.
  "Someone kissed my neck."  Harry says, hoping Louis doesn't ask for further
                                    detail.
"Mum has kissed my neck before, you've kissed my neck before, and I didn't get
                  one!  Why didn't I get one?"  He exclaims. 
   "Because I didn't do it right."  Harry says pathetically, arms thrashing
   around.  He's so embarrassed.  Louis should find out what hickeys are by
himself, with someone willing to give him one.  Not that Harry isn't willing to
give him one, if Louis was older Harry would never let him go without a hickey,
                   but there is the whole underage problem.
"Then do it right.  I want a hickey.  Give me one Harry."  Harry groans.  "This
   is a nightmare, it has to be.  Or maybe a really realistic wet dream," he
                                   thinks. 
  "You don't give hickeys randomly, Louis!"  Harry runs his hands through his
                           hair, breathing heavily. 
 Louis' hair is still sleep matted and his cheeks have a slight blush to it. 
His blue eyes are clear and focused.  He is determined and Harry knows none of
             them are going anywhere until Louis gets his hickey. 
  Harry groans and walks closer to Louis.  Louis bares his neck to Harry and
 Harry chuckles.  "I'm not going to suck your blood or anything, Louis, you're
                             gonna pop your neck."
             Louis grunts and says, "Just get on with it, Harold."
  Harry bites his neck in retaliation, to which Louis jumps and screeches "I
                      thought you were just kissing me!" 
 "Do you want a proper hickey or not?"  Harry raises his eyebrows and grins at
                                Louis' groan. 
 Harry sucks the skin of where he bit Louis neck, cups it with is mouth for a
  moment and then lets it drop.  He sucks it into his mouth again, this time
licking the skin inside his mouth.  Louis whimpers and closes his eyes.  Harry
 fits himself more into Louis neck and then with a pop, let's the skin out of
  his mouth.  There is a slight bruise forming and Harry wants for it to get
                                   darker. 
 "Lay on your bed from me, baby."  Harry says.  Louis does so and Harry shucks
 his own shirt off.  He leans down onto the bed and kisses Louis' neck again,
simply.  He brackets in Louis' body with his legs when he gets on the bed, and
angles his crotch above Louis' own.  He's having a massive debate in himself to
 bring his crotch down and grind against Louis'.  If he looked down, he would
 see Louis' cock straining through the thin boxers he's wearing.  Harry's cock
      is half - hard.  Louis whispers "Harry," and the war inside himself
  disappears.  He grins his cock against Louis'.  Louis cries out, and Harry
   looks to him.  His lips are cherry red and his nipples are hard and tight
                              through his shirt. 
  "Think you can keep grinding up while I go on working with you neck again,
 baby?"  Harry whispers in Louis' ear.  Louis answers by bucking his hips up. 
 Harry kisses around the forming hickey.  And then, as Harry in turn actually
  kisses the mark, Louis makes the prettiest noise Harry has ever heard, and
Harry grinds down hard against him.  Louis wraps his hands around Harry's neck
                 and digs his nails into Harry's shoulders.   
Harry takes the mark into his mouth and sucks on it, licking it and scratching
  his teeth against it.  Louis pants against his ear rapidly.  Harry bunches
  Louis' shirt in one hand and pushes it underneath Louis' armpits.  Louis is
    grateful for the little bit of cold air that presses itself against his
                                   stomach. 
  Harry hears Louis beg "Please Harry, I need to, please," and with one hard
thrust down and a bite to the neck that draws blood, Louis' hips stutter and he
 comes.  His faces is beautiful as he comes -eyes squeezed shut, mouth pressed
tightly into a straight line-, and he whimpers all throughout it.  The whimpers
are what make Harry come, right into his boxers, which he hasn't done since he
                                was fourteen. 
 Louis doesn't say anything afterwards other than, "Can I give you a hickey?"
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