Page 99 of Bro Code

Louis did. Fuck. They were hot.

Riley sat up a little, moving his free arm to wrap it around Louis’ chest. But he hesitated, meeting Louis’ eyes in the mirror. Slowly, he made a fist and wrapped the arm loosely around Louis’ neck so he was in a chokehold with his chin in the crook of Riley’s elbow. He paused, watching Louis’ face in the mirror. “Is this okay?”

Louis felt like he was going to melt through the literal floor. He swallowed, nodding, and barely managed, “Yes.”

Riley tightened the hold the tiniest bit. “And this?”

“Yes. Fuck. More.”

“I’m not gonna actually⁠—”

“No, I know, just…a little bit more. Please?”

Riley’s chest rumbled against his shoulders. He tightened the hold, his erection digging harder into Louis’ lower back. Louis took one hand off the phone and tried to reach behind himself, but Riley pulled him closer so he couldn’t get his hand between them and shook his head again. “Mm-mm. You have to beg for that.”

Oh. Holy. Shit. Louis looked at Riley’s massive bicep wrapped around his neck. At his thighs bulging from behind Louis’ hips. At his strong hand sliding up and down his cock. He wasn’t sure he’d last long enough to get any begging in.

“Keep the phone up,” said Riley, and Louis realized he’d forgotten about it again.

Riley kept stroking him like that until Louis was trembling all over. He squirmed, desperately trying not to go over the edge.

“I’m not – ugh, fuck – I’m not gonna be able to beg you if you – fuck – if you just make me come.”

One corner of Riley’s lips twitched up. “You’re not already gonna come…?”

“N–no.” But it was getting dangerously close. His eyes were transfixed by Riley’s hand moving smoothly up and down. His hips began to press up, but in the socks, his feet slipped, and he couldn’t get enough purchase on the wood floor to get what he wanted.

This only seemed to amuse Riley further. “Look at you. So needy.”

A whimper escaped him. His toes curled inside the socks as his feet scrabbled on the floor. His slit was dribbling all over Riley’s hand. Fuck, he was definitely going to come. He tried to grab Riley’s forearm to stop him, but Riley squeezed him tighter and said, “Keep. The phone. Up.”

“Oh fucking Jesus,” he moaned, and aimed it at the mirror again. Riley began to stroke him faster, and he uttered a desperate high-pitched whine that actually made him blush. “Please,” he gasped. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Riley growled and his warm breath tickled the side of Louis’ face. “That’s it. Say it again.”

“Oh fuck, I’m serious, Riley, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t make me come. Please don’t make me–”

“Why not?”

“Because I need you inside me.”

“Fuck.” Riley squeezed him closer, grinding his cock into Louis’ back. “Tell me how bad.”

“So fucking bad. So bad, please Riley, please, I need it so fucking bad, so so fucking–”

Oh God, here it went: his brain was unravelling and his mouth was running off without him. He watched helplessly as it happened in the mirror: his reflection desperately squirming in Riley’s headlock, cock leaking, toes curling, just mumbling and babbling absolute nonsense while Riley mercilessly stroked him.

He was absolutely sure he couldn’t take any more, when without warning, Riley let go of him, grabbed him under both arms, stood up and heaved him onto the bed, flipped him onto his stomach, and clambered on top of him. The phone flew out of Louis’ hand as Riley straddled his hips, and Louis dizzily heard the sound of a condom going on at what felt like warp speed. Riley grabbed him by the waist and Louis shoved his ass up, and then Riley was burying himself inside him with a groan and pushing him down between the shoulders. He slammed into him all of three times before Louis was barreling over the edge.

“Oh no, oh fuck,” he gasped, “I’mgonnacomeI’mgonnacomeI’mgonnacome.”

“Fuck, yes, me too,” Riley panted. “Fuck, Louis I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

Louis shouted and jolted, babbling some incoherent garbage and spraying all over the sheets with nothing even touching his dick. He heard Riley gasp his name and slam into him one more time, gripping him tight around the hips and holding him still as his release poured out of him. He fell onto one hand beside Louis, pulling him with him as he toppled sideways onto the bed.