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Louis hums softly as the sun gently beats down on his back, sending little shivers through his bones. It’s not overbearingly hot out, which Louis appreciates. There’s just enough of a breeze to cool him down and just enough sun to warm him up if he feels slightly chilled. It’s perfect.
It’s nice to finally have a break and let his body recover from touring. Not that he doesn’t love it. Getting to travel the world while doing one of the things he loves most in life is the best. He loves the constant feeling of being on the go, he always has.
But, after a while, the constant plane rides, late nights and early mornings, plus nights of exerting himself, get to him. It wears on his bones, makes him tired in ways he never thought possible. So being able to just lounge around all day after touring a continent — it’s the best feeling in the world.
The only thing missing from his perfect day of relaxation is Harry. The selfish part of himself wishes Harry didn’t have to go to the meeting with his label today. The selfish part of himself wishes he could’ve rolled over in bed this morning and snuggled into Harry’s side. But the understanding side of himself understands why he woke up to an empty bed and a frantic Harry in the kitchen going on about how he was late.
With a soft sigh, Louis rolls over on the chair, squeezing his eyes shut against the sun. He raises his arms up above his head to stretch, a groan slipping past his lips at the feeling. As he relaxes, he moves his left hand to cover his eyes, reaching out blindly with his right to grab his sunglasses off of the little wicker table he moved next to his chair today. His fingers wrap around the metal frame of his sunglasses and he puts them on with an appreciative groan.
With a yawn, Louis brings his right hand down his stomach, slipping his fingers under the waistband of his green basketball shorts, scratching along his happy trail. He lets his eyes slip shut again, relishing in the feel of the sun against his chest and face.
It feels so nice. He feels so warm. So comfortable.
He must’ve fallen asleep because next thing he knows he’s opening his eyes to the sound of a disgruntled Harry.
“Jesus Christ, Louis. You’re going to get burnt.”
Louis just hums, licking his dry lips as his eyes focus. He yawns, stretching out his body, bones cracking. He moves his gaze over to Harry, finding him dressed in a pair of jeans, the ones he wore for the Harry’s House album cover if Louis isn’t mistaken, and a plain white T-Shirt, sunglasses perched on his nose.
“Hi,” Louis rasps out.
“Hi. C’mon, yes you’re tan but you’re turning red.”
Louis grumbles, sitting up. He knows Harry’s right. His skin feels tight in the way that he knows is associated with a sunburn.
Harry’s hand rakes through his hair and Louis lets out a pleased hum, sleep still lingering against the edges of his consciousness. He stands up, rubbing his eyes and looking at Harry. He looks upset and Louis immediately wants to pull him into his arms and sooth him, wipe away the furrow between his brows.
“Hi, love,” Louis murmurs, stepping close to him. He places his hands on Harry’s hips, gently kissing him. He tastes like the mango lip gloss he definitely had on earlier.
“You okay?” He further questions, rubbing his thumbs over the waistband of Harry’s jeans. Harry seems to melt a bit at the touch, the tension in his shoulders dissipating the tiniest bit.
Harry just gives a shrug, his forehead coming to rest against Louis’ shoulder. Louis rubs his book soothingly, fingers coming to mess with the hem of Harry’s shirt.
“Rough day?” Louis asks, placing a kiss on Harry’s head, getting a whiff of his coconut scented shampoo. It makes Louis think of summer.
Harry nods against Louis’ shoulder, goosebumps rising on Louis’ skin as Harry’s hair tickles his skin. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Harry murmurs against Louis’ skin. “Just want cuddles.”
Louis smiles at Harry’s request. “Well I think that can be arranged.”
“Yeah?” Harry asks, lifting his head up.
“Yeah,” Louis confirms, moving some of Harry’s curls from his face.
“Sounds wonderful.” Harry steps away from Louis, lacing their hands together.
With a hum, Louis follows Harry back to the house, rolling out his shoulders. The skin is tight and Louis pulls a face, the feeling uncomfortable.
“I’ll get you the bottle of aloe once we’re inside,” Harry says.
Louis nods, knowing there’s no point in trying to say he’ll do it later.
They reach the sliding glass door on their patio quickly and Louis steps inside, shivering at the feeling of the cooler air hitting his skin.
“Sit down on the couch,” Harry says, and Louis obeys. He settles into the L of the couch, the gray fabric feeling rougher than normal.
Harry disappears and if Louis strains his ears, he can hear the sounds of Harry shifting things about in cupboards.
He comes down the stairs soon enough, a clear bottle with a thick green gel inside in his hand.
"Was buried all the way in the back," Harry says as a way of explanation. For what, Louis’ not sure, but he nods.
"S'okay," Louis replies, shifting forward so his shoulders are off the couch.
The couch dips as Harry sits down to Louis' left.
"S'going to be cold," Harry warns and Louis nods.
A sigh of relief leaves his lips as the cold gel lands on his shoulder. It feels wonderful. It soothes the dull pain from the sun.
"You're going to have a nice tan," Harry murmurs, hands rubbing the gel into his shoulders and along his chest.
"Good. That's what I wanted," Louis says. "To have a nice tan."
Harry just chuckles, setting the aloe down on the coffee table. He straddles Louis’ hips, settling himself into his lap before his head comes and rests on Louis’ shoulder.
Louis lets his arms wrap around Harry’s waist, tugging him close with a kiss on his head.
“I’m sorry you had a rough day,” Louis murmurs, letting his left hand trail up and down Harry’s back.
“S’okay. Just Jeff being Jeff.”
And well, part of Louis finds it sad that Harry can say that and Louis knows exactly what he means.
“I just, God, I hate it sometimes.”
Louis hums in agreement. “I know love.”
“It’s like he just wants more. And I don’t know how much more I have left to give.”
Louis’ heart cracks at that. He wishes he could take away Harry’s pain but he can’t and somehow that hurts more. Knowing he can’t do anything but hold Harry through the emotions he’s feeling.
“I wish I could help you more,” Louis admits.
“I wish you could too, but it’s alright. Just having you helps a lot.”
“I’m glad I can offer you that.”
“I’m glad you can too. Coming home to you is the best feeling in the world.”
Louis can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face at Harry’s words. He loves this man so much.
“Best part of the breaks to be completely honest,” Louis says, kissing Harry’s cheek.
“Very best. You feeling better?” Harry asks.
“Hey, I should be asking you that question after the day you’ve had,” Louis teases.
“Shush, ease my worries, yeah?”
Louis grins. Only his boy would still be worried about other people when he’s had a rough day. “Doing better. Sleeping the day away yesterday helped.”
“Good,” Harry says, peering up at Louis.
His eyes look strikingly green at this angle and Louis finds himself looking into those eyes for a bit longer than probably socially appropriate, but he knows Harry doesn't mind.
"Kiss?"
Harry's question makes Louis smile. He could never deny Harry that wish.
"Always, you know that."
Harry grins and Louis moves his head, gently kissing Harry. His lips are plush and Louis can taste a hint of mango on his lips, likely from his lip gloss.
Harry's arms come to wrap his hands around Louis' neck, sending a shiver down his spine as his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I missed this," Harry breathes against Louis' lips.
"I missed this too." Louis sinks back into the couch, letting his body relax, Harry's weight feeling heavenly on him.
"We should do something," Harry says.
"Like what?" Louis raises a brow.
"Ever heard of Face Off?"
"What, like we're going to fight?" Louis asks, brows furrowed.
Harry starts laughing, that barking laugh that makes Louis smile like a fucking idiot.
“No, it’s a sex position.”
Louis looks at Harry, his brows raising as he barely suppresses a laugh. “Face Off is a sex position?” he asks incredulously. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep his face straight.
Harry nods, lips curling up into a barely suppressed grin.
Louis nods and can’t hold it back any longer. He bursts out into laughter as he tries to imagine what in the world this sex position could entail.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Louis pushes out between laughs. “It’s just, I’m trying to picture what this sex position looks like and I keep coming up with images of people fighting each other while having sex and I can’t.”
He sees Harry roll his eyes fondly and Louis falls into more laughter as Harry shoves at his shoulder playfully.
“You’re lucky I love you, you moron.” Harry says it with a soft smile, gentle peals of laughter leaving his lips.
Louis grins and gives Harry a peck on the lips. “So what does the Face Off sex position entail?” God Louis can’t even keep a straight face while saying the name.
“It’s supposed to be intimate,” Harry stresses, but Louis can hear the amusement in his voice.
Louis laughs again because how can a sex position named Face Off be intimate?
“Please explain to me what this sex position is, H,” Louis laughs out. His sides are beginning to hurt from how much he’s laughing. He really can’t take this seriously.
“So basically,” Harry begins with a chuckle. “The person who’s topping is going to be kneeling or sitting. And the person bottoming is going to wrap their legs around the tops waist or have the calves tucked while sitting on dick. It’s supposed to have deeper penetration and be more intimate.”
Louis’ breath hitches just thinking about it. He will always be a sucker for the type of sex that makes him feel so undeniably close to Harry.
“Yeah?” Louis breathes. “You want to try that?”
“Yes,” Harry confirms, leaning forward a bit to kiss Louis. “I want to feel close to you.”
Louis lets his hands fall to Harry’s hips, gripping them firmly as the space between them begins to feel charged. He presses his lips to Harry’s once more in response, letting his right hand slide up Harry’s back before gripping the back of Harry’s neck.
The response is instantaneous. Harry lets out a moan against Louis’ lips, his hands coming to wrap around Louis’ waist. It’s enough to make Louis shudder, warmth spreading throughout his body at the sound.
“C’mon,” Louis murmurs, pulling away from the kiss and patting Harry’s hips. “Bedroom, let's go.”
Harry nods eagerly. He’s a sight to behold in Louis’ eyes. His cheeks are already flushed, a sign that he’s already aroused. It’s one of Louis’ favorite things to see.
Harry gets off his lap quickly and Louis shivers as the warmth from Harry’s body leaves him. He always feels empty when Harry isn’t in his arms.
He pushes himself up off the couch and comes to stand behind Harry, kissing his neck once, twice, three times before sucking on the skin gently.
Harry’s head tilts to the side, a small gasp leaving his lips that has Louis’ cock stirring in his shorts. Harry’s hand comes to grip the front of Louis’ left thigh.
His hand grips his skin tightly and Louis can feel his nails digging into his skin. The small, sharp sting of pain zings through his bones and Louis moans softly into the skin of Harry's neck.
He steps closer to Harry, his hands coming to rest on Harry's hips. The limited feel of Harry's skin against his own is enough to drive Louis crazy. It's intoxicating.
Harry's hips press back, his ass rubbing up against Louis' cock. Louis tightens his grip on Harry's hips. The pressure on his cock sends a rush of blood through him, his groan escaping his lips louder than he anticipated, teeth nipping Harry's neck.
"Fuck," Harry groans. "Thought you wanted to go upstairs."
Louis doesn't want to go upstairs, he wants to bend Harry over the couch and fuck him hard. But he knows that's not what Harry wants or needs right now.
"You tease," Louis grunts, stepping away from Harry.
Harry just shoots him a playful grin over his shoulder making Louis flick his shoulder.
"I hate you," Louis groans, grabbing Harry's hand and leading Harry to the stairs.
"No you don't," Harry says with a grin.
Louis just rolls his eyes as they reach the top of the stairs, walking swiftly to the bedroom. As soon as Harry steps into the bedroom and shuts the door behind him, Louis presses his lips to Harry's, unable to hold back any longer.
It never fails to blow Louis' mind how after years of being together, Harry still makes him feel this desperate, this needy for him.
Harry steps close to him, arms wrapping around his waist, hands coming to grip his ass, squeezing the flesh. The action makes Louis hum against Harry's soft, warm lips, his stomach fluttering.
Gripping Harry’s hips, Louis walks Harry back towards the bed, pushing him down once he feels his own shin bump the mattress. He pulls his lips away from Harry’s, sucking in a breath.
“Need to undress you before we do anything,” Louis murmurs, trailing his kisses along Harry’s jawline and neck. With every slight nip from his teeth, Louis can feel Harry’s sharp exhale of air.
He slips his hands under Harry’s shirt, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. A shiver runs through Harry’s body and Louis has to hold back a small, lovesick smirk. The moment feels so gentle and soft that Louis is afraid to break it by being too loud or being too aggressive.
“Arms up.” His voice is a gentle hum, betraying how in love with Harry he is.
Harry obeys, arms raising, and Louis takes the hem of Harry’s shirt in his hands, gently pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. His hands immediately come to rest on Harry’s chest, feeling the skin.
Harry leans forward. His face is still flushed, the green in his eyes almost completely swallowed up by black. It’s a gorgeous sight to see.
“So pretty,” Louis admits before pressing his lips to Harry’s once more, his thumbs gently teasing over Harry’s nipples. The action has Harry’s hands coming to grip his hips, mouth opening against Louis’ lips.
Louis does it again, this time pressing his thumbs down a bit harder and Louis feels the shudder run through Harry and that, paired with the harsh tug on his own lip, has Louis rocking his hips forward.
A small puff of air leaves his lips as his cock brushes up against Harry’s hip. He has to fight with himself to not just get himself off like that. He forces his hands away from Harry’s nipples, his tongue running along Harry’s bottom lip.
He feels so hot, desire simmering through him like lava. His cock is so hard and he’s certain the front of his shorts have turned a shade of darker green in spots by now.
The moan Harry lets out as their tongues meet has Louis feeling weak in the knees. Fuck. With shaky hands he moves his hands down to Harry’s jeans, fingers fumbling to undo the button.
The action is made harder by Harry moving his lips to Louis’ ear, licking at it. Louis swears his brain short circuits at the action, heat licking at his spine, cock twitching.
Once the button is undone, Louis pulls the zipper down and practically shoves Harry’s jeans and underwear down his legs.
Harry takes care of the rest after that, stepping out of his pants and kicking them to the side. His hands find Louis’ hips once more and Louis locks eyes with him.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, his voice is husky and it has Louis shivering.
“Yeah,” he agrees, swallowing as Harry’s hands squeeze his hips before his fingers slip underneath the waistband of his shorts.
Louis shivers, Harry’s touch feeling heightened. His shorts are tugged down past his hips, cock popping free.
“Should’ve known you’d be going commando,” Harry says with a groan.
Despite the arousal flooding him from Harry’s touch, he manages a smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He steps out of his shorts.
Harry’s response gets lost inside the whirl of his own head as Harry’s hand wraps around his cock. The world stops, pleasure engulfing every part of his body. His breath gets caught in his throat, cock twitching in Harry’s hold.
“Jesus, fuck,” he moans out.
“Bed, c’mon,” Harry says, letting go of Louis’ cock. That brief touch is enough to have Louis mourning the loss.
Louis nods, reaching into his bedside cabinet and grabbing an almost empty bottle of lube before getting onto their bed.
“How should I be positioned?” Louis asks, looking at Harry.
“Edge of the bed? You think?”
Louis hums and nods, sitting down on the bed so that his knees bend right at the edge.
“Perfect,” Harry hums, walking towards Louis and standing around Louis’ legs. before settling his weight on his lap.
Louis immediately settles his hands on Harry's hips, his thumbs rubbing circles along his hip bones.
"Love you," He murmurs.
Harry's response gets swallowed up by Louis' lips. The kiss is rougher than their past ones have been. Their teeth bumping into each other followed by Harry's tongue in Louis' mouth. The action has Louis moaning against Harry's lips, cock twitching between the bodies.
Harry pulls away from the kiss with a gasp and the string of saliva connected between their lips has Louis' stomach erupting into flames. Fuck, why is that so hot?
"C'mon," Harry urges, voice coming out a bit desperately. "Open me up."
"Patience," Louis rasps, but he grabs the bottle of lube he left sitting by his own up and snaps open the lid with a snap.
Harry shivers in Louis’ lap and he smiles that he caused that reaction.
Letting go of Harry’s hips, he squeezes some lube out of the tube, eyes fluttering shut as Harry sucks on his neck, hips rocking just enough that Louis’ cock rubs against Harry’s hip. “Jesus, Harry.”
He can feel Harry’s smirk against his skin and in retaliation he presses his index finger against Harry’s hole, rubbing against the muscle.
Harry moans, his body jerking ever so slightly against Louis causing Louis to wrap his left arm around Harry’s waist, holding him close.
“That’s it,” Louis murmurs, kissing the place below Harry’s ear gently.
After a bit more teasing, Louis slips his finger inside, a groan slipping past his lips as he feels the muscle clench down on him.
“So tight for me, always so tight,” Louis mumbles, kissing Harry’s cheek sweetly, admiring Harry at this moment in time. His eyes are hooded, the flush on his cheeks is beginning to extend down his neck. Sweat is beading his hairline and forehead, giving him this slight glow that Louis thinks makes him look ethereal.
Harry moans in response, pressing back on Louis’ finger and fuck if that isn’t hot.
“Ready for another?” Louis asks, taking his finger out to re-apply the lube.
“God, yes,” Harry pants out, hands coming to grip Louis’ shoulders tightly.
The next finger slips in easier, Harry’s breathy moans and gasps spurring Louis forward. God, just listening to his boy’s noises could be enough to make Louis come. He’s doing his best to not get lost in the friction between their bodies, but it’s getting hard.
Scissoring his fingers, Louis begins to rub along Harry’s walls, feeling Harry tremble, hips pushing back onto Louis’ fingers once more. A smile crosses his face as he finds the spot he was looking for and Harry’s response is so much that Louis can’t help but stare, his own groin tightening.
Harry’s head is tilted back, brows pinched, mouth open as he moans and grips the back of Louis’ head so tightly Louis sees stars.
There’s something about seeing Harry like this, falling apart at Louis’ touch, that makes the butterflies swarm in his stomach. And, it doesn’t matter how many times he’s touched Harry like this, the butterflies always come.
It gives way to the deeper feeling of trust between them. Harry trusts him enough to let him touch him, to be noisy and open with what he wants. And it’ll forever be one of the most beautiful things Louis has ever seen.
He slips in a third finger somewhere during the haze of watching Harry’s body move and take the pleasure. And, it isn’t until Harry is chanting his name and tugging at his hair, that Louis finally slips his fingers out.
He goes to reach for the lube, only to find Harry’s beaten him to it, already pouring some onto his palm.
The first touch to his cock makes Louis jerk, thigh muscles aching from how hard he tenses them. His head tips back as a moan is torn from his throat, pleasure wrapping itself around Louis’ bones.
“God, you’re so hard,” Harry breathes and Louis flutters his eyes open to see Harry staring in awe at his cock.
“Nothin’ you haven’t seen before,” Louis pants out as Harry begins to pump his hand.
“I know. But I’ve barely touched you.”
Louis’ hips jerk when a finger tugs at his foreskin and he groans, cock twitching in Harry’s hand. Harry’s always had a bit of an obsession with his foreskin and Louis loves it, it always feels so good.
“Fuck,” Louis groans as Harry repeats the action. He’s unable to stop the way his hips jerk, jostling Harry. His hands are back to Harry’s hips, nails digging into the skin.
His body trembles as he feels a finger dip under his foreskin and all focus leaves him. His vision is blurry and his body is burning with sheer want.
It’s so sensitive that Louis isn’t sure if he wants to run away from the stimulation or if he wants more. But regardless the heat is building in his groin, edging him close to the release he so desperately craves.
With a sharp gasp and a jerk of his hips, Louis knocks Harry’s hand away from his cock. “Gonna come if you keep that up,” he moans. “C’mon, want to be inside of you.” He can’t even hide his desperation any more.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry pants, wiping his lube-covered hand on Louis’ chest.
“You little fucker,” Louis heaves out, trying his best to regain his composure so he doesn’t blow his load the minute he feels Harry’s tight heat around him.
He’s met with Harry’s smirk in response, leaving Louis to roll his eyes and cock his eyebrow at him.
“Love you,” Harry murmurs, shifting his weight so he’s sitting up on his knees.
“Love you too,” Louis says in response, right hand gripping the base of his cock to steady it, his left landing on the bed to steady himself.
The first brush of the head of his cock against Harry’s hole makes his breath hitch, the stimulation teasing, a promise of what’s to come.
He spreads his legs a bit, leaning his weight a bit more forward so he can grip Harry’s hip with his free hand instead of holding himself steady on the bed.
A groan leaves his lips as Harry sinks down. Harry’s tight around the head of his cock and Louis can feel the muscles fluttering. Louis’ insides swirl with pleasure. It’s almost too much but not enough at the same time.
“Jesus,” Harry breathes out, nails biting into Louis’ skin.
Louis nods in agreement, arms wrapping around Harry’s waist once he’s fully seated, weight pressing into Louis. He feels like he can’t breathe, Harry’s so tight and warm around him his whole body is aflame with the pleasure. He can feel sweat beading along his hairline, can feel it on Harry’s skin, making the moment feel all the more heedy.
“You’re lovely,” Louis rasps out. He feels so close to Harry in a way that's different from the other intimate sex positions they’ve tried. He can see Harry, feel him all over. Feel the way he’s clenching down on his cock as he adjusts. He can feel Harry’s hot breath prickling his skin, and can feel his body everywhere. Each point of contact feels like a zap of electricity.
In response Harry presses their lips together, tongue licking at his lips. Louis’ mouth goes slack, letting Harry do what he wants. Not that he feels like he has much control over anything because Harry is slowly moving his hips and his brain feels like mush. It feels so good. So fucking good.
His arms move again, one staying wrapped around his waist, the other coming up to hold onto Harry’s shoulder, pressing Harry’s body closer to him. To keep him there.
Slowly, Louis begins to move his hips minutely, his range of motion limited from the way Harry’s sitting on his lap. Vaguely he thinks that if he were sitting on his heels, he’d be able to use his hips more, but the thought leaves as Harry clenches around him.
He digs his fingers into Harry’s shoulder, moaning into Harry’s mouth. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Harry stops moving, making Louis groan. He wants Harry to continue, it feels so good.
“Shush,” He teases. “Hang on a second.” His hands come to grip Louis’ shoulders and Louis opens his eyes, watching as Harry spreads his legs out a bit more, giving himself more leverage.
Louis’ eyes fall shut once more, his head tipping back as Harry begins to move again. Louis feels high, his mind foggy with arousal. Each rock of Harry’s hips heightening the pleasure swirling and zapping in his groin.
He feels a hand tangle in his hair, moving his fringe off his sweat slicked face. He flutters his eyes open at the action, feeling breathless. His eyes lock with Harry’s and he stares transfixed at the absolutely beautiful face before him.
“You’re so pretty,” Harry pants out, each word punctuated by a swivel of his hips that has Louis’ thighs tensing. “So beautiful.”
The words feel different, they feel soft, tinged with so much love Louis feels like he can’t breathe.
“So happy I get to call you mine,” Harry continues, a small moan leaving his lips.
“Love you so much,” Louis whispers, beginning to move his own hips. He can feel tears stinging his eyes, each movement and feeling of burning pleasure feeling more intense than the last.
“Know you do,” Harry coos and Louis just begins to plant kissing over Harry’s face, all out of words to respond.
And suddenly, the little bit of moving they’re doing doesn’t feel like enough. Louis needs more, needs to see Harry fall apart on top of him. He lets go of Harry’s shoulder and moves his hands down his sides, hands landing on his hips. He grips them tightly and begins to move his hips with a bit more force.
Harry falls into Louis’ shoulder with a horse, “Fuck!”
Louis’ cock twitches inside Harry at the sound and yes, that’s what he wanted.
“God, I love you,” Louis babbles out, Harry beginning to meet his thrusts. Each movement feels seamless, a reminder of how close they are, how they’ve known each other for so long that their bodies meld together as one.
“Love you too, so much.” Harry wraps his arms around Louis’ back, a hand coming to play with the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck.
With a moan, Louis adjusts his own grip on Harry, his hands slipping ever so slightly from the sweat. He continues moving his hips, his groin tightening further.
“Oh God,” Harry whines suddenly. “There, Lou.”
Pride swells in Louis’ chest at the reaction and he repeats it, nudging against Harry’s prostate.
“Like a fucking God, you are,” Louis rasps, watching Harry through hooded eyes as he slowly begins to let lose, body chasing after it’s own pleasure, high-pitched moans leaving Harry’s lips.
“I’m close,” Harry gasps, swiveling his hips.
“Yeah?” Louis hums, brain almost short circuiting at the delicious friction.
“Yeah. Fuck you’re so deep,” Harry whines, the sound sending shivers through Louis’ body.
Louis lets go of one of Harry’s hips, brushing away some of the hair from his face with shaking fingers. He’ll never be able to get over how breathtaking Harry is, how close he feels to him right now, how he never wants to let him go.
“C’mon,” Louis urges, his own orgasm growing so close he can taste it, can feel it in the tightening of his abs and the burning in his thighs. “Come for me.”
He pulls Harry’s body impossibly closer to him, making sure to capture Harry’s cock between their stomachs. The friction must be enough because Harry’s body tenses.
“That’s it,” Louis murmurs sweetly, running his thumb along Harry’s sweaty cheek. “Come for me. So gorgeous when you do. Love you so much.”
Harry’s brows pinch, mouth dropping open as his name pours from Harry’s lips like a prayer. His body stiffens completely, his vocals cutting off before going lax in Louis’ arms. The sight of Harry coming sends Louis even closer to the edge, knowing he did that.
Louis continues to move his hips, working Harry through his orgasm. He moans gently as he feels Harry’s cock jerk between their stomachs.
Louis holds Harry’s trembling frame, running a hand through his hair. “So gorgeous for me. You’re so sweet for me.”
Harry lets out a whine that has Louis’ cock twitching, but he holds himself back, waiting for Harry to give the okay before he lets himself take what he so desperately craves.
“You can keep moving,” Harry says, looking at Louis with dazed eyes and fuck if that doesn’t do things to Louis.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He begins to rock his hips again, this time with more force, chasing after his orgasm. His mind goes hazy once more, time slowing as he focuses on how close he is. He’s so close. He can feel it in his stomach, at the base of his spine, coiling itself tightly.
His toes begin to tingle, thighs shaking as Harry clenches down on every rock in. He’s so close. He’s so so close. He just needs a little bit more, just a tiny bit-
“Fuck. Shit. Oh-” His voice breaks when he feels Harry’s palm snake between their bodies and pinch his nipple. It sends shockwaves straight to his cock, his body curling into Harry.
Louis begins moving his hips quicker, the tingle spreading up to his ankles. He begins kissing Harry’s neck, tongue darting out to lick at the sweat there, before he rips his mouth away with a moan.
“Fuck fuckfuckfuck.” Harry clenches down one last time and that's it. The coil snaps. Louis’ body tenses as he grips onto Harry. It’s mind blowing. The world stops, his brain is filled with nothing but HarryHarryHarry as pleasure courses through him in waves, his cock pulsing out come.
He shudders as he comes down, becoming aware of Harry messing with his hair and whispering soothingly in his ear.
“Fuck.” His voice comes out hoarse.
Harry giggles and Louis looks down fondly at him. “You can say that again.”
Silence envelopes them, only broken by their harsh breathing. Louis wraps his arms around Harry, holding him as tightly as he can. He loves this man so much words will never be able to describe it. And he’s tried.
They’re both sweaty and gross, his chest still sticky with lube and they should probably clean up, but Louis could care less.
Harry’s hand is still running through his hair gently, styling the sweaty fringe. Louis hums, showing his appreciation by placing gentle kisses on Harry’s face.
Slowly, Louis shifts his hips, letting his cock slip out from Harry. Harry makes a small noise of displeasure at the loss, making Louis chuckle and press a sweet kiss to his nose.
“So,” Harry says, breaking the quiet around them. “Was doing the Face Off worth it?”
Louis cracks a gentle smile. “One hundred percent. Loved it so much.”
“So it’s a ‘would do again’?”
Louis can’t imagine not ever doing this position again. “For sure.”
Harry smiles happily, wrapping his arms around Louis. Suddenly, Louis’ world is being tilted and a surprised squeal leaves his lips as the side of his body it’s the mattress, followed by Harry’s laughter.
“Not funny, that hurt my tiny sunburn,” Louis says, failing to hide his own grin.
Harry sniggers and climbs over Louis’ body, leaving Louis near the edge of the bed and laying down beside him. Louis rolls over onto his other side, his front facing Harry. Harry snuggles into his side, head tucked up next to Louis’ shoulder.
“We’re a mess,” Louis murmurs, tracing patterns down Harry’s arm. His limbs are beginning to feel heavy with tiredness, his body feeling content.
“That’s okay. Was planning to wash the bedding tomorrow anyway,” Harry responds.
Louis chuckles and tugs Harry closer. “Sounds fine to me.” Louis pauses, stroking over Harry’s cheek, admiring how Harry’s eyes flutter shut. “Are you feeling better, Sun?”
Harry’s eyes open once more, his expression fond and sleepy. “Much. Thank you.”
“Always. Anything for you. You know this.”
Harry smiles and his fingers run down the side of Louis’ face, gentle caresses that send shivers down Louis’ spine.
“I do.”
Louis just smiles and gently presses their lips together.