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Louis and Harry had an easy relationship - they understood where they stood with one another, that they were each other’s everything, they were each other’s soulmates, their other half. That isn’t to say that they didn’t fuck around. They were comfortable enough within their 12-year relationship to understand that as two sexual beings with high libidos that long distance was hard, and they both had willing partners on the side who understood Larry Stylinson and the dynamic that followed.
This was how Louis found himself walking in on the love of his life on his knees in front of the guitarist of the Love on Tour Band, Mitch Rowland. He and Sarah were casual partners of Harry, and Louis understood and was happy with this. However, it was a whole different thing to hear about it versus seeing it in person. It flared up something within Louis from where he stood in the open doorway of Harry’s dressing room, watching his husband suck Mitch’s cock like he was desperate for it. Knowing Harry, he probably was, the man was feral coming off stage with the adrenaline coursing through him still. Quickly coming to his senses, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it without looking, and leaning against it crossing his arms.
“Forgot to lock it, did ya? He always used to rush me and make me forget too. Way too many bloody NDAs in our time,” Louis says with a smirk on his face, watching in amusement as Mitch’s eyes shoot open in shock, his hands releasing Harry’s hair instead grabbing onto the bench behind him, and Harry stills where he’s drooling around Mitch’s cock. “Shit mate, sorry. H just kinda jumped on me when we came off stage and I forgot you were here,” Mitch says guiltily, gently trying to push Harry off his cock by a palm against his forehead, both Louis and Mitch ignoring how Harry is pouting up at them from where he kneels.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Louis says, gesturing with his hand as if to say ‘go on’, continuing on when Harry turns to look at Louis with wide eyes, the way they sparkle with mischief belying his attempt at an innocent look. “He didn’t forget, I know for a fact that he was hoping to get caught. He just didn’t bother letting you in on it - I think that you should use his mouth and then we’ll see if he deserves a reward if he does a good job, eh?” Louis growls as he moves a hand down to rearrange himself, his own cock perking up at the sight of Harry on his knees, his layers of clothing covering his cock pushed out of the way. Harry’s lips were already puffy, his eyes watering from deepthroating Mitch’s cock, his hair a mess from where he’s been messing with it the whole concert, as well as from Mitch running his own hands through it – Louis loved this filthy debauched look on his husband.
Mitch is staring at Louis like he’s grown another head, like he doesn’t exactly trust Louis’ reassurance that he can go ahead, like Louis is going to take back his permission once they get into it, so rolling his eyes, Louis steps away from the door and moves to where they are, dropping to his knees behind Harry, boxing him in between his thighs, quickly pinning the man between them. Mitch’s eyes widen but he doesn’t open his mouth to ask, just tilting his head in confusion. Louis just ignores him, pressing a kiss to Harry’s temple and running his hands through Harry’s curls until he’s purring and leaning back against Louis’ chest.
When Louis knows Harry’s eyes have slipped shut, he peers up at Mitch who just stares down at them curiously before Louis grasps a handful of Harry’s hair and wraps a hand around his throat, keeping his head still as he growls in Harry’s ear, just loud enough for Mitch to overhear; “You gonna be a good boy and stay still while Mitch uses your mouth? God you’re gagging for it aren’t you, slut? Not happy with just my cock, you’d get on your knees for anyone who asked wouldn’t you?”. Louis can feel Harry squirming, trying desperately to grind his ass back against Louis’ cock, panting at the words Louis is whispering in his ear. Mitch is peering down at them with that intense stare of his, whilst Louis attempts to tell him with his eyes to go ahead, go back to using Harry’s mouth now that he has permission.
Grabbing the base of his cock, Mitch stares into Harry’s eyes as he feeds the leaking head between pink puffy lips. Mitch feels exposed and on display with two pairs of eyes staring up at him, at his face contorting in pleasure when he feels the head of his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat before he swallows and sinks past the muscle. He’s going slow - acutely aware that they’re in the middle of the concert week so bruising Harry’s throat and messing up his vocal cords would make this week hell for Harry – but staring down at how Harry’s eyelashes flutter now that he’s got his nose pressed against Mitch’s pubic bone and he’s incapable of doing anything but swallow compulsively around the thick length, Mitch is sure Harry wouldn’t mind being face-fucked in that moment. He pulls back until only the tip is left in Harry’s mouth while the man pulls in wet gasps of air, fingernails digging into Louis’ thighs at the light-headedness he feels at being completely overwhelmed by the pair of them.
Once Harry gets his breathing under control again, Mitch pushes back in, thrusting shallowly into his wet mouth as Louis holds Harry still, one hand loosely cradling his delicate throat, the other up under Harry’s shirt pinching sensitive nipples. Looking down between them, Mitch can see just how much this is affecting Harry, the tent in his pants wet around where Harry is profusely leaking, the head of his cock dripping wet with arousal. The sight makes his hips stutter, and he accidentally presses too deep, thrusting back into Harry’s throat, the gagging sounds make Mitch and Louis simultaneously groan – the feeling of Harry’s throat constricting around their cocks is unmatched, and Louis can feel just how deep Mitch’s length sinks where he has his hand pressed to the delicate skin there, can feel the muscle there expanding under his palm to accommodate Mitch’s shaft.
Louis keeps Harry’s head still, one of his hands holding the back of his head as Mitch’s cock stays enveloped in Harry’s tight throat, letting Harry choke on his thick cock until his eyes water, until Harry’s hands are scratching harshly at Louis’ thighs to avoid reaching up and pushing Mitch away. Harry drinks in the pain of oxygen deprivation, the feeling of his breath being taken away and given back to him on someone else’s terms - it gives him the rush of dopamine that he aches for, not unlike when he’s finally allowed to come. If he opened his eyes, he would see just how hard Mitch is biting his lip, how his thighs twitch as he nears his peak. Louis can see it and rather than staying still and allowing Mitch to just fuck Harry’s mouth until he comes, he moves both of his hands up to Harry’s hair, gripping two handfuls tightly and forcing Harry’s head backwards and forwards again, using his mouth as a fleshlight, forcing his wet mouth down the length of the cock until Mitch is coming with a low groan, pressing in as deep into Harry’s throat as he can, Harry’s throat fluttering around his shaft until he’s oversensitive. Harry whines in the back of his throat as Mitch comes down from his orgasm, his entire body trembling with how he was being used. He loved when his partners pushed the boundaries just a little with him.
Allowing Harry to pull back, Louis watches as Mitch’s cock falls from between his lips and Harry splutters as he desperately drags in short breaths, coughing as he breathes in spit and struggles to catch his breath. He leans back against Louis as he finally catches his breath, still slightly shallow and his eyelids hooded as he slowly comes back from wherever his head goes when he’s being roughly dominated. Louis whispers sweet nothings and praise into Harry’s ear as he holds him and runs his fingers through sweaty curls. Harry can feel Louis is still hard behind him and he watches as Mitch puts his cock away, leaning down to press a kiss into Harry’s hairline before standing back up and leaving the room.
“He doesn’t say much, does he?” Louis says softly, trying to crane his neck around to watch as Mitch closes the door behind him and he tightens his arms around Harry’s middle when the comment makes Harry giggle, already beginning to slip into a more submissive headspace, one where he finds everything Louis says hilarious. Turning his head back around to Harry, he shuffles backwards to free Harry from his hold and helps him turn around so that Harry is now straddling his lap instead of sitting between his legs. Louis stares into glassy eyes before leaning in to kiss his lips, breathing softly through his nose and enjoying the slow movements of their mouths as they unhurriedly make out until Louis pulls away once more. “Was that okay? Did I overstep or anything?” Louis says carefully, trying not to beat himself up for inserting himself into a situation where he was perhaps not welcomed but Harry smiles and shakes his head. “It was perfect. So good, Lou. Mitch won’t mind and I definitely enjoyed it. If you’re worried, you can text him later, but for now, I just want to come,” Harry says needily as he dips his head down to bite softly at Louis’ collarbone.
Harry continues to bite and suck all the way back up Louis’ neck until his mouth is beside his ear, whispering, “Want you to fuck me, Lou,” and enjoying how Louis shudders at the words and the soft air blowing over his spit-slick skin. Louis nods and quickly stands, groaning at how his legs are painfully numb from being on the floor so long, and putting a hand out to help a shaky Harry up from a similar position and helping him out of his clothes.
Holding hands, Louis leads Harry to the couch where he collapses into the cushions and pulls Harry into his lap, demanding more kisses from the man before they continue. It’s not long before Harry is whining into Louis’ mouth, grinding down against Louis' length, his own cock hard again from where it had begun to wilt with the softer slower kisses, it now lays hard and weeping against Harry’s thigh. “Wanna ride you, but’m too tired,” Harry groans and Louis’ hands tighten around where he’s grasping Harry’s hips, but he nods and lets Harry continue his teasing. “That’s okay baby, what about you just lay here on me and I’ll thrust up into you, just use your sweet little hole how I wish, huh? How does that sound?” Louis says softly, his voice laced with a hint of condescending, loving how Harry nods enthusiastically and buries his face in Louis' shoulder.
Louis is quick to slick up his fingers with lube, ignoring his own hardness while he preps Harry, circling his rim with his fingers until Harry is whining and trying to push back onto them, trying to get Louis to sink inside him already. Louis stills him with a hand on his hip, before pushing in the tip of his middle finger, pressing in until his last knuckle is flush with Harry’s skin, watching how Harry’s back is arching, his front pressed to Louis’ chest as if he’s trying to climb inside of his ribcage. The sight of a sweaty fucked out Harry is always addicting, mesmerizing, something that Louis will never take for advantage.
“Please Lou,” Harry cries, desperate tears already decorating his cheeks. Louis kisses from Harry’s neck and over his shoulder, tracing the fingers from his free hand down the length of Harry’s spine, gently tracing each bump with reverence, paying worship to the body beneath his hands as he filthily drives his fingers in and out of Harry’s hole. He’s up to three fingers now, crooking them just perfectly to have Harry whining and thrusting up against him, the head of his wet cock sliding against Louis’ tummy with each press of his fingers against his prostate. “Please,” Harry begs, barely able to even raise his voice past a whisper, his body strung tight with his attempt at holding back his orgasm.
“You can come Sun. Let go for me,” Louis whispers back, his face tucked into Harry’s hair, breathing in the smell of sweat and hair product and pure Harry, holding him tighter around the waist when Harry arches and comes untouched, panting against Louis’ throat as his cock spurts in between them. Louis pauses his ministrations, gentling Harry through his orgasm. Harry shudders as he finishes, trembling in Louis’ arms and breathing deeply as he finally relaxes into him, laying his entire dead weight on top of him.
“Fuck, ‘m so tired Lou,” Harry huffs out against his neck and Louis pulls his fingers free and wipes the lube off on one of the fancy pillows that Harry keeps on his dressing room couch, ignoring how Harry grumbles at that and instead wraps him up in his arms in a bear hug and pecking kisses on every inch of skin that Louis can reach with his mouth. “‘Mmm Lou want you inside me,” Harry murmurs and presses sloppy kisses where he has his face pressed against Louis’ shoulder but he just shakes his head and helps Harry lift his head up, grabbing his face between his hands and kissing him sweetly on his lips. “Don’t worry about me, love. You can make it up to me later,” Louis whispers against Harry’s lips before he pulls back and just stares at the sleepy kitten in his lap, taking in all his features like he’s done a million times before.
“Just rest love, I’ll wake you before we gotta go,” Louis whispers into the ear of an already dozing pop star, forever endeared by his husband and his ability to fall asleep wherever.