MINIFIC FILL (Mature):
An angry snap rattled through the empty shed, the smell of dried oil and rusted metal hung in Harry’s nose as his thumb hooked back beneath the stretchy material looping from Louis’ hips over his bare shoulders.
“Did I really have to take my kit off bar the shorts ‘n suspenders, Haz?” Louis’ voice echoed loudly over the thrumming music from inside Zayn’s house. Completely oblivious party-goers were revelling away while Harry took advantage of his fantasies at Louis’ expense a thin wall away.
“Yes you had to.” Harry’s words were followed by a dull thud as Louis’ shoulders were pushed against the shed wall, their lips crashing together before the last syllable was finished.
Louis’ hands hung helplessly in the air beside him as Harry took completely control of the feather haired lad. Louis’ head was leant against the wall, a bread-crumb trail of ever-reddening lovebites taking plant on his throat and chest as Harry made his devilish way down to the waistband of his tan shorts. Harry stood quickly, cutting off Louis’ excitement, bringing him back to Earth as his smooth hands trailed the length of the tanned boy’s suspenders again, lifting them both and releasing them with another loud snap.
Harry spoke loud and demanding, “Blow me.”