A Cuckold Love on HotGuySecret
Louis was just dumping a teabag into his cup of hot water when a pair of strong arms snaked around his waist. He flinched making the hot water sloshing around.
Harry grinned from behind him, burying his face into Louis’ nape.
“Don’t ever do that again!” Louis scolded him trying to pull the steely arms away from his waist.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry doll.” Harry apologized sincerely while peppering kisses all along the smooth shoulders feeling relieved when Louis sagged against him.
“Why are you naked?” Louis asked when he felt Harry’s smooth skin and sculpted muscles against his back.
“Because I sleep naked…” Harry hummed distractedly.
Louis sighed again, rolling his eyes when he felt Harry’s bare cock poking against his bum. “When did you came in last night?”
“Doesn’t matter… I came in when both of you have fallen asleep.” Harry explained pulling Louis’ closer against him, hand sneaking up under Louis’ shirt to pinch his perky nipple.
“Harry…” Louis gasped arching his back from the sensation pushing his chest towards Harry’s naughty hand.
“Hmm, you like it doll?” Harry hummed into his neck pushing his hips harder against Louis’ bum.
Louis moaned, arching his back and shivering when he felt Harry’s hot cock caught between his arsecheeks and smearing precum all over his panties and skin.
“Ugghh, why are you always stone hard?” Louis asked grinding his arse harder against Harry’s twitching cock.
“Because I saw you.” Harry confessed before pulling Louis’ hair gently to tilt his head and molding his lips against Louis’.
“You’re worse than Ben.” Louis muttered fondly into the kiss whining low in his throat when Harry’s free hand snaked into the waistband of his panties, cupping his dick and balls in his big palm.
He pulled away from the kiss ignoring Harry’s wet lips all over his face before looking down at Harry’s hand that disappeared between his legs. He indulged the older man to let Harry grope and fondle his bits. Louis closed his eyes feeling Harry playing with his pierced dick and tracing the jewels on his piercings.
“Ahhh!” He yelped when Harry’s index finger trying to breach into his sore hole, clamping his legs in reflex and trapping Harry’s hand effectively.
Harry grunted into his shoulder before pulling his hand away. He lifted his hand to see his finger was sticky with cum from Louis’ hole.
Louis pulled away with a grimace on his face. “I’m still sore from Ben last night, but I can use my mouth?”
Without waiting for the answer, Louis turned Harry around to push him against the counter. He licked his lips at the sight of the sculpted body and hard cock curving upwards. Ignoring the big pout on Harry’s face, he fell on his knees.
Harry grinned down at him, grabbing his hard cock before it rubbing against Louis’ cheeks. “Go ahead then, put that sweet mouth on use.”
Louis smiled sweetly at him, manicured fingers gripping at Harry’s strong thighs.
“Taste it doll,” Harry said again tapping his wet head against Louis’ lips.
Louis kissed the swollen head before sucking at it gently, pink tongue out to trace the slit and dipping it inside the soft foreskin.
“Fuck! You’re so good!” Harry moaned throwing his head back, hands pulling at Louis’ hair.
Harry’s cock throbbed in his mouth and precum bubbled from the slit. Louis spared no time in sucking at it, hollowing his cheeks the way, he knew, drove men crazy.
“Ohh Louis”, Harry moaned breathily, entirely consumed in watching his big cock disappeared beneath those pink lips.
Louis sucked willingly, bobbing his head in rhythm and provoking several moans from the older man who was lost in pleasure by then, unable to even warn Louis when he came. Long strips of creamy white were shoved down his throat, but Louis swallowed, content with the result.
“Such a good boy.” Harry praised while helping him to his feet. He kissed Louis’ lips, and before he pulled apart, he whispered in Louis’ ear as he pinched his bum.
“I still want to fuck you!” Harry hissed into his ear dirtily, caging Louis in his arms.
Louis smirked at him, licking his wet lips seductively. “No thanks, I’m still sore from Ben last night. He went on me like a caveman.” Louis pushed him away smiling sweetly.
Harry groaned. “Who can blame him.” He hissed under his breath watching Louis walking away from him, round butt cheeks jiggling with his steps.
*****
Harry just returned to the Winston couple’s house from a meeting with his business partner. He toed off his shoes in the foyer while balancing some bags of gift for Louis.
“Louis, I’m home!” He shouted.
“In the kitchen,” came Louis’ cheery voice.
Harry stepped into the kitchen but paused his steps when he saw Louis who was fully dolled up leaning against the island, a bottle of Fiji water in his hand. “Where are you going?” He asked, eyeing Louis’ outfit up and down. The smaller man was wearing a blue sleeveless mini dress, the spaghetti straps expose his collar bones and his bare shoulders while the hem ended at his mid thighs. A small daisy hair clip adorned his caramel fringe and a pair of white vans covering his dainty feet. The sight of Louis always did something to Harry’s heart lately.
Louis smiled at him before turning around to put the bottle back in the fridge. “I’m going to Whole Foods. I need to restock the groceries since Ben might return on Wednesday, need to prepare something special for him.” He explained before walking out to the living room.
“Oh.” Harry muttered, eyeing Louis’ backside. He wanted to pull the petite and curvy man into his arms, the thought of the said man’s husband returning soon made him frown. He wanted to keep Louis longer with him, to spoil and cuddle him, to wake up beside him in the morning. Maybe Ben should not return at all…
Harry shook his head, “You’re going alone?” He asked, trailing behind Louis who was picking his white YSL crossbody from the couch.
“Yes, why?” Louis asked, smiling sweetly at him while slinging the bag’s chain across his chest.
Harry grabbed his wrist halting Louis’ step,”Your dress is too short, I can see your arse from here.” he complained tugging at the dress hem. The truth was he trying to keep the smaller man to himself in the house as long as possible.
Louis rolled his eyes, “Come on. There’s no time for that.
“Wear a jacket.” Harry blurted out.
Louis raised one of his perfect brow. “It’s hot outside, you want me to sweat to death?”
Harry grumbled frustratedly, “I’m going with you,” he decided grabbing his car keys back from the table.
“I have my own car Harry. I can drive myself.” Louis complained while crossing his arms over his chest, a pretty pout on his mouth.
“Whatever, I’m coming with you.” Harry finalized pulling Louis’ hand along.
***
“Harry stayed close to Louis, hovering beside him as the smaller man choosing the groceries along the aisle.
“What do you want to eat?” Louis suddenly asked, alarming Harry who was busy glaring at an older man when he caught the said man staring at Louis.
“Huh?” He asked, diverting his sigh to the lovely man beside him.
“What would you like for dinner?” Louis repeated, smiling at Harry.
Harry’s heart flipped at that. “Whatever you cook is fine by me.” He said smiling assuringly at him, arm tightened around Louis’ waist.
Louis shook his head fondly. “You must finish everything I cook later,” he complained, a smile on his lips.
Harry couldn’t help himself, Louis’ domesticity made him feel like he was his lover or husband and he was pleased by it. With his arm around Louis waist, he pulled him closer against his chest before leaning down to kiss Louis’ pink lips gently.
“Harry!” Louis gasped, pushing at Harry’s chest while looking around urgently.
“Why?” Harry pouted at him, feeling hurt that Louis’ might not like his kiss.
“Not here!” Louis whisper-yelled. “Someone might see us.”
Harry scowled at that, the thought of he couldn’t kiss Louis anywhere as he pleased made him bitter. “Okay, let’s go home before I fuck you here in this aisle.”
*****
Harry did not leave Louis’ side since they got home. He was hovering and watching Louis’ every move with predatory eyes. His cock was hard in his boxer, but he didn’t want to touch it. He wanted Louis to touch it, to have every drop of his come. The dinner was splendid as usual, Louis had cooked tenderloin steak and grilled veges for him. They ate their dinner on the couch, in minimal clothing with just a plate full of food and a glass filled with red wine. He hugged Louis in his lap, toned bare legs splayed beside him on the couch. He insisted to feed Louis with his own hand, taking the pleasure in hearing Louis’ delighted moans from the food while running his free hand all over Louis’ curvy body, feeling him.
And at the moment, Louis was in the kitchen preparing some vanilla ice cream for their dessert when Harry had something else in his mind. His sharp eyes eyeing Louis’ behind who was in a very short pajamas shorts and a small white tank top, feathery hair loose on his pretty head. Harry licked his lips watching Louis’ plump arsecheeks peeking from under the shorts. He was just about to get up when Louis turned around with a bowl of ice cream.
“Time for dessert!” He chirped cheerily walking towards him on the couch. Harry muted the television.
“Make way.” He sassed before plopping down in Harry’s lap like he belong in it.
Harry groaned low when he felt the delicious pressure of Louis’ arse against his swelling cock.
“Feed me,” Harry demanded into Louis’ ear huskily.
Louis lifted a spoonful of ice cream when Harry shook his head. “With your mouth.” He whispered, smirking.
Louis flushed at that, squirming in Harry’s lap. But as obedient as he was, he ate a spoonful of ice-cream before closing his mouth. Harry smirked at that before leaning down to mold his lips against Louis’. He held Louis’ nape firmly, angling his head at his desired angle before sucking and licking inside Louis’ mouth obscenely.
“Sweet and delicious,” He purred against Louis’ swollen lips while squeezing his bare waist.
“Harry,” Louis whined shyly, turning his face away to hide his embarrassment. His pouty lips swelling red.
“I’m gonna feed you,” Harry instructed pulling at his chin to look at him.
Harry took a spoonful of the ice cream before thrusting his tongue inside Louis’ mouth.
“Umphh,” Louis moaned while wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck pressing their bodies together. His back arched when Harry kissed him harder, slick tongue caressing inside his mouth.
Harry pulled back giving Louis chance to take a breath, chest heaving for some air. He swiped his thumb against Louis’ lips, wiping the slick cream.
“You’re so beautiful,” Harry said breathlessly, eyes boring into Louis’.
Louis whined before hiding his face against Harry’s neck, his dick tenting his flimsy shorts.
“Awww,” Harry cooed staring at the embarrassed Louis.
“I want to try something,” Harry said suddenly. “Kneel,” he instructed.
Louis scrambled onto his feet before falling on his knees in front Harry, between his spreaded legs. He looked up at the older man from beneath his lashes.
“Take off my boxer,” Harry commanded.
Louis sprung into action, always eager to please. He hooked his fingers inside the boxer band before peeling it from Harry’s skin, his pink coffin nails tickling Harry’s skin. Louis
licked his lips when Harry’s large cock popped free, standing proud against his toned stomach. The wet head already peeked out and glistening with precome.
Harry smiled when while watching Louis’ reaction. He grabbed his cock, squeezing it from root to tip pushing more precome to bubble out before running down his length messily. He toed off his boxer before spreading his legs wider, beckoning at Louis to scoot closer.
“Taste it,” he commanded lowly, darkened eyes didn’t leaving the restless twink kneeling in front of him. Harry wanted all of him, wanted more that what offered by Louis’ husband.
Louis whined needily. He leaned forward, placing his delicate hands on Harry’s strong thighs. Louis licked the dripping precome, kissing the slit before sucking the smooth tip into his small mouth.
“Enough,” Harry commanded, voice hoarser than before. He gripped Louis’ soft hair, tugging his head backward gently. “I said taste it not finish it.” He scolded.
Louis whimpered embarrassed, blue eyes glossy and cheeks tinted red.
Harry took the ice cream bowl beside him before scooping a spoonful of melted ice cream. He poured the melted treat onto the tip of his cock, watching it ran down his length. He put the spoon back into the bowl, turning his attention back to Louis who was staring at the sweet sticky cream running down his veiny cock mixing with his precome. Harry was impressed with himself since he was still standing hard despite the cold cream was poured onto his hard cock. He believed it was because of Louis, because of Louis attention who was focused solely on him. He smirked satisfied.
“Now, you lick it clean.”