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The fake Christmas tree is looking a little worse for wear than it normally does. Harry is usually the one to take it out of the box and set it up. Obviously he does something special, because Louis can’t figure out why it’s crooked and all the branches are clumped together. 

But whatever. It’s his first night off all week, and officially just a week until his birthday; since he’s not going home for Christmas this year ( stupid rules from the restaurant about time off requests automatically prioritizing staff with seniority), and since he’ll be here alone while Harry does go home, he’s setting it up without his roommate, whether he likes it or not. 

After taking a shower and putting comfortable clothes on, Louis is currently 0-for-2 in trying to untangle fairy lights, and trying his best on number three when he hears a key in the lock. Good. Harry’s home, he can do this while Louis figures out where their dumb little ornaments are. 

The sound of footsteps flows through their flat, and then stops just outside of the living room. 

“Well,” Harry says, a smirk in his voice, “what do we have here?”

Louis rolls his eyes and hopes that hides his blush. What a terrible time to remember how hot his roommate’s smirk is. 

“We can skip the part where you make fun of me and just get to the part where you help. ”

Harry just laughs and comes fully into the room. “Here, give me those.”

Louis does not hand over the ones he’s holding, but he does bend over and pick up one of the previously discarded bundles from the ground. Harry hums behind him, and Louis tries not to imagine his roommate ogling his ass, like he sometimes (often times) wishes he would. 

Harry’s right beside him when Louis chucks the tangled string of lights at him. 

They work on detangling their own bunches for a few minutes, when -inexplicably- Harry gets his bundle all unraveled. Louis glares at him, and Harry dimples in return. 

So, obviously, Louis snatches the untangled lights from him and shoves his own still messed-up ones at his chest. 

Louis tries to loop the lights around his arm in a nice loose circle, so he can keep everything tidy when he wraps them around the tree, but they somehow still end up a mess again. He lets out a frustrated grunt and lets the lights unravel so he can try again. 

Harry, who has now finished undoing a second set of Louis’s failed strings, squats down to grab the one on the ground. 

“You’re doing it wrong, Lou,” he says. Louis frowns at him and crosses his arms, which makes Harry chuckle. “No, I know a trick. Here, give me your left hand.”

Louis rolls his eyes but holds out his left arm, palm up. Harry maneuvers around him, so when he places the piece that will connect to the next string of lights into Louis’s hand, he is in the perfect position to wind it around his arm, over his long-sleeve grey Henley. 

“See, if the string is close to your body, it won’t get tangled, right?”

Louis grunts his begrudging agreement. Harry continues to wind the lights up his arm, past his elbow around his bicep, all the way up to his armpit. Harry then stops to dig around for something in his pocket. 

“Alright, Styles, I got it from here I guess.”

“No, I’ve got it,” Harry says, finally getting whatever he needs as he moves around Louis’s back, pulling his left arm with him so his forearm is perpendicular with his spine. 

“What– Harry, how is this going to help me put them around the tree if my arm is behind my back?”

“Sorry, I’m not done. Just a second.”

Something small that feels cool like metal slides against Louis’s fingers briefly before it’s removed and then it’s over his left-hand’s ring finger. Louis makes a questioning noise and tries to pull his arm back to see what it was. 

Harry leans in, right up against Louis’s left ear, and whispers, “You want to stay still.”

Louis shivers, but holds still, keeping his whole body locked in the same position. Harry tries to adjust him, but Louis wants to stay still, so he doesn’t budge.

“What’re you doing?” Louis asks. 

“Helping,” Harry says simply. “Uh… you want to let me move you.”

Louis stops holding so much tension in his body and lets Harry move his left arm, wrapped in fairy lights, out slightly from so there is room between the arm and his back. Then he continues, wrapping the same string around the upper part of his right arm, all the way down past his elbow and forearm and wrist. Once that arm is covered, Harry bends that one behind Louis’s back, too, so both forearms are pressed together. 

“Dude, I don’t think this is–”

“You want to keep quiet.”

Louis stops talking because he wants to, wondering silently what the hell kind of wacky set up this is that will help him hang lights around the tree. He stares forward, looking at the somewhat mangled looking Christmas tree in front of him, and the bag where they stored the lights from last year beside it while Harry continues. 

Harry opens Louis’' left hand to get at the connector piece, and Louis hears a clicking sound of another plug sliding into that bit. Louis feels his arms moved again, still pressed together, and there’s the light tapping sound of fairy lights against fairy lights as Harry winds the second set around both arms, sealing them together. 

He does this three or four times before stopping, and Louis hears a light clattering as some of it falls to the floor.

Louis starts to come back to himself a little, furrowing his brows. Why is he letting Harry just – what? Tie him up? He tries not to shiver at the thought of that. His roommate tying him up for potentially sexier reasons than he’s sure whatever prank Harry is trying to play on him now. 

And when has he ever listened to anyone when they’ve told him to be quiet? Or… he phrased it weirdly. Wanting to keep quiet. Louis has never wanted to keep quiet.

“Alright,” Louis’s voice cracks, so he clears his throat. He starts to move again, trying to turn around to face his roommate. “Alright, Styles, ha-ha, you’ve got me tied up with lights very fun–”

“You want to stop moving and keep quiet.”

Louis stops moving and keeps quiet. He’s– confused. 

Harry sighs behind him. “Sorry,” he says, right up against Louis’s ear again. Louis can’t repress the shiver this time, especially not when Harry kisses his ear, then his jaw, then down his neck, as his hands slide down Louis’s sides and pull at the bottom of his shirt. Harry’s— his roommate and crush is kissing his neck. Louis feels the effects of blood starting to rush below his waist, fighting wildly to keep himself in check. 

“You want to arch your back.”

Louis arches his back, letting his head fall against Harry’s shoulder as he lifts the shirt all the way up until it’s at Louis’s mouth. 

“You want to bite down on this and hold it in your mouth.”

Louis opens up and bites down on the rolled-up front of his shirt when Harry places it between his teeth. 

Harry’s hands slide down again, palms dragging slowly over his nipples in a way that has Louis squirming. Ok… this is… a bit too sexy. Louis doesn’t know what prank Harry is trying to pull, but if he keeps it up much longer, Louis is going to get visibly turned on and it’ll be embarrassing for the both of them. 

When Harry’s hands get to his sweatpants, they pull on the elastic teasingly before starting to push down. Louis starts to panic. 

“Shh,” Harry says, nuzzling against Louis’s cheek. “You want to calm down and enjoy it.”

Louis feels himself calm immediately, and watches as Harry pushes his waistband down to the tops of his thighs, before starting to rub along his dick. 

Louis groans. 

“Yeah,” Harry breathes out, also looking down at his hand moving along him, and the way Louis can’t help but push his hips out as he enjoys the feeling. “Such a whore for me, aren’t you? That thick cock is getting nice and hard. You like being tied up like this, Lou?”

Louis doesn’t have time to react before Harry is pushing both his boxer briefs and sweatpants down his legs, and then maneuvering Louis’s completely out of them. Louis whines as his dick goes half-hard almost immediately at the thought of Harry’s attention on it again. He feels his spit soaking into the material in his mouth as he drools over it, spreading out so Louis can feel the wet of it on his cheeks. 

Harry leaves Louis’s socks on, throwing the pants and underwear off to the side of the tree as he stands up and finally is in front of Louis again, looking all kinds of devious. 

“I think it’s time for a Christmas movie, don’t you?”

Louis furrows his brows. Harry smirks before reaching behind Louis to grab the end of the fairy light string and hooking that into one of the mostly-tangled bundles, before plugging that one into the wall. 

Louis lights up -literally- as the glow from the fairy lights illuminates where they wrap around him. He’s naked from his chest down, still having part of his shirt rolled up into his mouth, but his skin is protected slightly from the heat of the light by the material still on his body. 

Harry smiles at him as he comes back around, unzipping his pants and taking them off. His own dick is more than half hard when he wraps a hand around it and starts jerking off, up and down. He sits on the couch.

“You want to get on your knees.”

Louis gets down on his knees.

“You want to open your mouth, and stick your tongue out.”

Louis opens his mouth wide, shirt falling from his mouth, and sticks his tongue out. 

Harry scoots forward until his dick is close enough, then slaps it on Louis’s tongue, hissing when it first hits. “Fuck, mm.” He pulls back and puts a hand around Louis’s chin and jaw, enough to get his thumb over his mouth and slide it back and forth over the outstretched tongue. “I guess all your spit is on your shirt.” Harry raises his eyebrows and moves his thumb away. “You want some of mine?” A chill runs up Louis’s spine, realizing he wants Harry’s spit. “You want to beg me to spit in your mouth.”

“Please spit in my mouth,” Louis says, sticking his tongue out again, then pulling it back to talk. “I want you to spit on me, please.”

Harry does, tilts Louis’s head back and spits on his tongue. Even though he was expecting it, Louis flinches.

“Yeah,” Harry says, tapping the head of his dick on Louis’s tongue again, sliding it around with his own spit in there now, and groaning. “My little slut, begging for any part of me he can get. Y’know I love that, fuck .” 

Harry watches intensely, biting his lip as he slides his dick up and down Louis’s tongue, getting further and further into Louis’s mouth each time. 

“You want to go all the way down.” 

Louis keeps his mouth open, sitting up slightly on his knees so he can take all of Harry’s dick, pressing relentlessly into the back of his throat, but Louis wants to go all the way down so he works against the feeling.

“ Fuck you’re— oh fuck .” Harry holds Louis’s head down against him, nose in his pubic hair, and is still rolling his hips up into his throat until Louis chokes hard. When Harry pulls his head off, Louis is thrown into a coughing fit. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Harry says, breathing heavier than normal. “I don’t want to fuck up your throat but fuck you’re so tight and wet and take all of me. So hot.”

Louis is still coughing, but he can get air into his lungs again. 

“Ok, up now. You want to stand up.”

Louis is still getting little coughs out as he stands. Harry puts one hand on Louis’s hip as he reaches around and grabs something from the coffee table. He nibbles at the skin on Louis’s hip, and Louis yelps as Harry brings the remote between them. 

The TV switches on and Harry spends a minute switching channels as he gently caresses the V leading Louis’s groin, making Louis’s dick thicken even more in anticipation. Finally, he settles on something and puts the remote on the arm of the couch. Then he wraps both arms around Louis’s waist, causing him to lose his balance as he’s pulled forward. 

Louis’s too busy fighting against at the make-shift restraints on his arms that just won’t budge to try and catch himself as he falls, to pay attention to what Harry’s doing, but eventually he’s settled enough to notice that he’s straddling his roommate’s hips, Harry’s hard dick laying against Louis’s thigh. Harry pulls at Louis’s shirt once again, getting it over his head so it’s straining against the back of his neck. 

There’s something playing in the background, but Louis doesn’t have the mental capacity to figure out what it is right now. 

Immediately, Harry starts nosing at Louis’s nipples, kissing his chest, and gripping his hips with both hands to start a soft grind between them.

“Ah,” Louis cries out as Harry takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. He throws his head back as Harry pulls off and does the same to the other one. 

“Yeah, baby, you like that,” Harry says against the hardened nub. He goes back to sucking. “Gonna make these all red and puffy and sensitive. More fun to play with later. You want to arch again for me.”

Harry moves his hand down and squeezes Louis’s cheeks as he arches his back, pulling them apart so he can get a couple of fingers down the crack until they rub against Louis’s clenched hole. 

“Mmmm,” Harry moans. “God you’re gonna be so tight today, aren’t you.” Harry rubs his rim slowly, teasingly, until Louis is shaking, blindingly turned on and feeling like he’s coming undone in this state — tied up and helpless. After what feels like forever, Harry pulls his fingers and hands away, which makes Louis sob in relief and agony. Harry bites a nipple and drags it away from his body with his teeth before letting go, so he sobs again. 

There’s a clicking noise and then the airy sound of a bottle squeezing something out. 

“Had to start keeping lube everywhere,” Harry says. “Never know when we’re going to get to do this. Don’t want to waste time, now, do we?”

A wet, slick finger nudges at his hole, and this time it slips in. Louis clenches and gives into his natural instinct to bear down on it. 

“Mm, yeah.” Harry removes the finger, there’s the sound of the bottle again, then Harry’s left hand is back, pulling his ass cheek away again, giving space for two of his fingers now. 

“Ahhh,” Louis says against the stretch. Feeling the pleasurable ache that comes with it, he bears down and pulls up. 

“You want to ride my fingers,” Harry says. 

Louis shoves himself back onto Harry’s fingers, and immediately sets a rhythm, moving up and down, moaning as he gets into a groove. 

“You look so fucking slutty like this,” Harry says, almost reverently. “All lit up like a Christmas tree. Who needs other decorations when I’ve got the sexiest little slut to be in whatever position I put him in?” Harry smacks his ass as he moves, getting him to cry out again. “God, I need to be in you.” 

He slides his fingers out and Louis’s thighs are shaking as he watches Harry slick himself up, staring at Louis hungrily until he positions the head of his dick at his hole. 

“Go on, you want to– oh fuck yeah,” Louis bears down on Harry, feeling the intensity, his dick being obviously girthier than his fingers. Louis doesn’t even have time to appreciate feeling his crush’s dick inside of him for the first time before he’s moving down. “Fucking hell, my good little whore . Yeah, I knew you wanted this cock. Want this cock –ahmmmph– want me all up in you all the time. Stretching you good, huh? My fat cock filling up your tight little hole like it needs to be.” Harry smacks his ass again, and again, and another time, until Louis bum is settled against Harry’s thighs. Harry holds his cheeks open again, grinding up, pushing his dick that much further inside. 

“ Uhohhhgngn .” Louis falls forward, face in the couch cushion beside Harry’s head, as he moans, feeling Harry’s dick pressing relentlessly against his prostate. 

Harry hooks his chin over Louis’s shoulder and smacks his ass again, alternating hands this time, before holding him open once more, rubbing his fingers on either side of where his dick is stuffed inside Louis. 

Louis moans and starts moving his hips, trying to relieve some of the insistent pressure he’s feeling. 

Harry stops him, bringing his hands to Louis’s hips and holding him down. 

“You don’t want to move,” he says. “You want to be a good little cockwarmer for me while I watch this movie, don’t you?”

Louis tunes into the room again, and hears vaguely Christmassy-sounding music. 

“Fuck,” Louis says, keeping still because he wants to, but unable to help the way he clenches, which makes Harry moan and slap his ass again. 

“A fat cock and a fat, red ass,” Harry says, caressing his bum, “The best pair, I think. We should make our own Christmas movie about that story.” Harry pauses, squeezing the flesh again like he’s considering it. “Something to do before I leave for home, maybe. My slut would love being on film, wouldn’t he?”

Louis groans. 

After several minutes, just as Louis gets used to staying still, he hears a commercial come on, advertising whatever the latest kid’s toy is for this year. As soon as it does, Harry starts moving Louis up and down again.

“You want to ride me.”

Louis works his thighs, moving up and down as he rides Harry’s cock, getting used to the feeling of moving like that again. 

After only a minute, Harry stops him. “You want to stay still and be a good cockwarmer for me again.”

Louis keeps his hips settled on Harry’s, stretching his knees out wider to try and find a more comfortable position. 

When commercials come on again, Harry says the same thing. “You want to ride me.”

So Louis gets back to it. Sitting up more this time to try and get some leverage, even without his hands to help balance, as he starts riding him again. 

As soon as the commercials are over, Harry tells him to stop, and watches the film as it comes back on. 

The commercials come back and the same thing happens. 

The movie resumes and he stops.

After a few rounds of this, Harry is still telling him what he wants to do, but Louis knows what to expect, and starts riding Harry as soon as he hears the hint of an ad, and forcing himself to stop when he hears another fading out. He goes faster and faster as the movie continues, getting that much closer to his release each time before having to stop, effectively edging himself with this back and forth. 

What must be at least halfway through the movie, Louis is an absolute mess. He’s struggling to keep himself up, and he feels tears on his face from all the sensations and emotions coursing through him. 

“You want to pull off of me.” 

Louis lifts his hips up just enough so that Harry’s cock falls away, and then completely collapses forward. Harry rubs along his back, even as his hips are thrusting up, like he’s trying to get back inside.

“You look so hot,” Harry says, almost to himself, “but I’m dying.” 

He pulls Louis’s head up by a fistful of hair, and Louis just lets himself be pulled whichever way until Harry tongues into his mouth, sloppy and passionate, until he’s is pushing Louis sideways so that he falls, face first into the couch seat. Harry gets up and arranges him, knees in and tighter to his middle so that his ass is up in the air, and head sideways so he’s leaning most of his weight on his shoulder, arms somehow feeling even tighter and hotter behind his back in this position. 

He feels Harry get on his knees behind him, and spends a couple of minutes playing with his bum - slapping it, rubbing around his rim, pressing firmly at the space behind his balls that makes Louis whine and squirm – all one-handed, and Louis can hear the slick sound as Harry jerks himself off. Louis’s dick throbs, having gone untouched and aching for who knows how long now. 

There’s wet heat between his balls and rim, and Louis realizes only as he’s crying out at the sensation that Harry’s got his mouth pressed there, sucking at the sensitive skin before moving up and licking straight over his hole, then moving back. Louis shouts into the cushion, automatically humping forward even though there’s nothing to rub his cock against in this position. 

“Look at you, gaping from me. Gaping from my fat cock squeezed in here.” Harry rubs his thumb in circles over Louis’s rim. “I bet you want me back inside. Beg me for it.”

“Please, please, please,” Louis says, “please inside, get inside, I want you inside.”

“You want what inside?”

“I want what inside.”

“No,” Harry tuts. “Say you– you want to say that you want my cock inside of you.”

“I want your cock inside of me.”

“Yeah,” Harry rubs his cockhead against his rim, fucking his whole cock along his crack. “You want to say it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me.”

“Again.”

“Please, please , I want your cock inside of me.”

Harry plunges in without another word, putting a hand on the back of Louis’s neck to press it down into the couch, using the other to dig his fingers into the skin at his hip as he starts a brutal pace, fucking into him wildly. 

“Dirty fucking whore, look so good like this. Nhhgh. A mess, aren’t you? Being fucked open with my cock. So greedy for it, begging me for it.” Harry slams in harder. “Yeah be loud for me baby, let the whole building know what a slut you are for cock. You’ll do anything for it, won’t you? Anything for this cock. As long as I’m filling you up, you’re happy.” 

“Please, please, please,” Louis says, voice stopping short on each word as Harry’s hips make him stutter forward. 

“God I want your moans on camera. Swear you could get me off just like that. Just moaning like the dirty slut you are, all dumb for my cock. Ahhh. Yeah? Are you a dumb slut for my cock? You’ll scream for my cock on video -mmmph fuck- just like this. We’ll call it, ah, My Christmas Whore – that’ll be our little home movie, won’t it? Watch it all the fucking time. God, fuck, and you won’t even know . God that’s so hot. Moan for me baby. ”

Louis moans out. Just a little more — just needs Harry to touch his cock and he’ll cum. But his brain’s too scrambled to ask, too busy focusing on all the things he wants. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Harry grits out. “You want to beg for my cum.”

“I want your cum,” Louis says. 

Harry digs his fingernails in and his thrusts get erratic. 

“You want to call yourself a dirty slutty cumbucket.”

“I’m a dirty, slutty cumbucket.”

“My cumbucket. My dirty. Slutty. Whorish. Cum. Bucket,” he grits out, and then yells, “ Nhgnhhhah fuck!” Spilling inside of him, Harry keeps pounding into him until Louis can’t feel him pulsing any more. 

“Please, please, please,” Louis says, as Harry collapses on top of his back, kissing half-heartedly at the back of his neck and head. He keeps murmuring it, trying to grind against the couch below him, but Louis feels too weak and Harry’s too heavy for him to get enough friction. 

After a couple of minutes, Harry gets up, bringing Louis’s hips higher as he stands. Louis cries and continues to try and hump forward as Harry’s sweaty, hot body moves away from him. 

Suddenly Louis’s skin isn’t so hot, and he realizes it’s because the lights binding him have been unplugged. 

Harry’s tongue goes back to Louis’s hole, licking up the cum that’s starting to spill out of him. 

“Yeah,” Louis whispers, still humping forward. 

“You’re not coming yet,” Harry says, right against his sensitive, fucked out rim. “We’ve got a movie to make, don’t we? You want to be good. Be my good little Christmas whore.”

He dives in again, and Louis’s mind is empty, except for the excruciating pleasure causing his whole body to shake from the feeling, and the want to be good for Harry.