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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band), Ed_Sheeran_(Musician), 5_Seconds_of_Summer_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne, Niall_Horan/Zayn
      Malik/Liam_Payne/Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan/Original
      Female_Character(s), Niall_Horan/Original_Male_Character(s), Michael
      Clifford/Luke_Hemmings, Calum_Hood/Ashton_Irwin
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Luke
      Hemmings, Calum_Hood, Michael_Clifford, Ashton_Irwin, Ed_Sheeran, Gemma
      Styles, Anne_Marie_Irwin, Anne_Cox, Jay_Tomlinson, Robin_Twist, Lottie
      Tomlinson, Karen_Clifford, Karen_Payne
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Eventual_Smut, Shameless_Smut, Angst_and_Fluff_and
      Smut, BDSM, Light_BDSM, Gay_Sex, Gay_Male_Character, Everyone_Is_Gay,
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Sex, Rough_Sex, Sex_Toys, Public_Sex, Semi-Public
      Sex, Shower_Sex, Underage_Sex, Drunk_Sex, Phone_Sex, Car_Sex, Wall_Sex,
      Triggers, Mental_Instability, Mental_Health_Issues, Self_Confidence
      Issues, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem_Issues, Self-Doubt, Don't_Judge_Me,
      Please_Don't_Hate_Me, Forgive_Me, Please_Don't_Kill_Me
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-21 Chapters: 1/? Words: 15590
****** bottom louis! one shots (also including OT5, and other relationships)
******
by mrsmikey1995
Summary
     Basically a big book of smuts written by yours truly, a girl
     pretending to know what the hell she's doing when she really doesn't.
     Andddddd I'm a really really big (100%) bottom Louis enthusiast, and
     i will support that claim until the day I die, don't @ me.
     I'm saying sorry beforehand lmao , im really sorry.
                                    Happier
                                        
 
It's literally based off the song “Happier” by Ed Sheeran, so it's kinda sad at
the beginning but at the end it's happy. Smut does happen so it’s fine.
 
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Walking down 29th and park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month, we’ve been apart
You look happier
 
It was raining. Of course it was raining. It’s always raining. Harry lives in
fucking England for Christ’s sake. . . but healways loved the rain, which made
Harry love it. But Harry doesn’t love the rain anymore.
 
He was walking down the street, trying to make it back to his flat before it
started raining too hard when he saw something that made him stop dead in his
tracks.
 
His feet were getting soaked, the rain water slipping through his four year old
Chucks that he’s had since forever ago, and have holes in the soles of them and
really need to be thrown out, that he wears anyway just because he hasn’t had
the motivation to go anywhere besides work. His clothes were so wet they were
sticking to his body and his white T-Shirt was probably see-through by now, but
he couldn’t care less because the boy he hasn’t talked to in a month and a half
was standing right in front of him across the road.
 
He always loved the rain, Harry thought. And it was true, Louis did love the
rain. He would always make Harry get out of his flat when a terrible
thunderstorm was happening in full swing, and he would dance with him. He would
spin around in their yard and he would jump on Harry’s back and kiss his neck.
He’d wrap his feet around Harry’s waist and he would demand to be carried
across their front yard, yelling
“Giddy up, my trusty stallion!” In fact, those were the exact words he would
say every time and it made Harry smile just thinking about it. It’s rained
almost every single day for a month and Harry has sat on his front doorstep,
soaking himself, each time; hoping that one of these times Louis would come
running into his front yard yelling,
“C’mon Hazza! What’re you doin’ just sitting there?”
 
Louis looked beautiful. Even after a month and a half of no contact for the
first time in over probably ten years. . . You wouldn’t even be able to tell
that something that was affecting Harry this drastically even happened to
Louis. But Louis always looks beautiful, Harry thought. And that was also true.
Louis could have flour all over his face and in his hair, with chocolate syrup
dripping from his eyelids (one of Harry’s favorite memories), or he could have
just woken up and his hair was facing every which way, or he could look an
absolute mess; but he’d always be absolutely breathtaking to Harry. And right
now was no exception, except for the figure behind Louis. . . Harry had no clue
who it was, which was the problem. There they were, standing in the rain, with
the mystery man twirling Louis around, making Louis smile like a bloody idiot.
Louis looked happy. He looked so fucking happy, was the thing.
 
Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both of your smiles were
Twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do
 
Harry wasn’t ashamed to admit that he followed them. After crying as he just
stood there, watching the two that already looked like they were in love, dance
around in the rain. He followed them for two whole blocks, just staying on the
other side of the street, waiting to see if they would go to Louis’ flat, or if
they would go to Mr. Dickheads place. But they didn’t go to either of those
places. They went to the bar that Harry and Louis went to sometimes to make out
in public without being judged for it; because they could always just blame it
on the alcohol. . . And Harry swears if that’s what they’re going to do in here
that he’ll kill himself. He waited a few minutes after they went in to cross
the street and enter the bar. Luckily, the bar was too packed for anyone to
even hear the bell above the door ring, signalling someone had entered. Harry
picked a seat towards a secluded area no one ever really ventured to, making
sure he had a good view of where Louis and what's his face were sitting. And oh
boy did he.
 
Harry looked up just in time to see asshole crack a joke to Louis, causing
Louis to burst out a cackle, before quickly covering his mouth with his hands.
When he removed them from his face Harry realized he was smiling his “Happy
Happy Smile” - is what Harry called it -, the one where the corners of his eyes
crinkled up and he flashed all of his teeth and his eyes were a shade of blue
that deserved it’s own museum. Harry always loved that laugh. It was the one
where Louis unintentionally let out a burst of happiness, it was the most real
one of his laughs, and that smile. God, that smile. That was Harry’s favorite
smile in the world, because if you had the honor of seeing it up close, you
would realize that it’s Louis’ most genuine smile, along with that laugh. That
smile and that cackle were two of the biggest things he missed about his dear
Louis, because he’s been without those two things longer than he’s been without
Louis.
 
Right before Louis cut things off, right before everything ended, right before
Harry lost everything, Louis stopped smiling like that. Stopped laughing at
every one of Harry’s stupid ass jokes with one of his cackles. Stopped giving
Harry any reactions at all, actually. They had grown apart they last few months
they were together, and Harry had realized that. He had realized that what
Louis ended up doing, was going to happen eventually. But when it happened,
Harry couldn’t deal with it right. He still hasn’t dealt with it. But it seems
like Louis didn’t even need to deal with it, Harry realizes as he watches Louis
give kisses up and down assholes neck, and nuzzles his face into his hair,
something he promised he’d never do to anyone else besides Harry.
 
Ain’t nobody hurt you like i hurt you
But ain't nobody love you like i do
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby
If you're moving on with someone new.
Cause baby you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day
Ill feel it too
And until then i'll smile to hide the truth
But i know i was happier with you
 
Harry knows it was all his fault. Harry knows that the reason that they
actually had to break up was because of him. He knows, he does. But each and
every time he thinks about it, it gets harder to accept. Harry didn’t show him
enough attention. Harry was an asshole to him. Harry knows that now. Harry had
just graduated from Uni, he had just started the bakery, he was dealing with
Gemma getting married, and he was dealing with Robin’s death. He was dealing
with so much shit that he had failed to acknowledge Louis. Of course he knew
Louis was there, and he knew Louis was making him breakfast and dinner every
night, and he knew that Louis was trying . He was trying to deal with Harry
ignoring him and blowing him off for something else. But Harry had always known
his baby was there, no matter what Louis says. There was no way you could not
know Louis was there, he was Louis William Tomlinson. But Harry didn’t notice
him enough. He didn’t appreciate him enough.
 
Harry would go straight to the bakery from Uni, which he worked at until 10 at
night, and then he would get home and Louis would be cooking dinner. Harry
would just go to their kitchen and shove his finals work, and his homework on
the table and he would play some music and do that until Louis would place food
in front of him and go watch Tv. Louis would try engaging Harry in conversation
but he would always say,
“Can’t. I have to focus babe.” Which Louis understood, because he dealt with
the horrors of finals for senior year in Uni two years prior, but he’d still
get a bit down every time he heard it. When Harry would finish his work and
everything he was doing in the kitchen he would go to their bedroom, Louis
following not too far behind. Harry would lay down and Louis would take the
opportunity to climb into his lap and start kissing his neck. Each time it sent
shivers down Harry’s spine because it’s Louis and he’s sitting in his lap in
their bedroom on their shared bed in their shared house and Harry would have to
keep himself from combusting then and there,  but then he would softly shove
Louis off saying,
“I have to get up early tomorrow love, and it's already one. . . Not in the
mood right now, let's just sleep tonight.” And that hurt Louis too because at
that point they hadn’t done anything sexual for months and Louis understands
everything Harry was going through but damnit he has needs too, and there’s a
point where your hand doesn’t fulfill them anymore. But Louis would just oblige
and he would lay down and he’d let himself be spooned by Harry, and he would
push all of his thoughts down for one more night, just so he could have a good
night's sleep without the worrying thought that Harry didn’t love him anymore.
 
And that was what killed Harry when he heard it. On the final day of them being
harryandlouisLouis had screamed at Harry all of his thoughts and his problems
when they were fighting. Louis had been snappy all day and so had Harry and it
just hadn’t worked out well in the end. And he just made Harry sit there and
take it, too. He had told Harry that he wasn’t allowed to talk to him until
after he was finished and he wasn’t allowed to bullshit. Louis had came
bursting into their bedroom that night after Harry had stomped up the stairs,
the night two months after Robin had died, which was also the night Harry had
to come up with all of the cakes and cupcakes color patterns he was making for
Gem’s wedding, and the night he had a fucking massive assignment due, yelling
at Harry. . . finally standing up for himself. He had said,
“You’re going to listen to me. You’re going to sit there and look me in the
eyes and you’re going to listen to me and you aren’t going to speak a word. Got
it? Alright. You’ve noticed it. I know you have. . . There is no fucking way
you couldn’t have noticed it. We haven’t been the same for months Harry. You
have barely spoken three fucking sentences to me a day ever since I can
remember, you blow me off to go to work, or to go sit in the kitchen with your
fucking headphones in, you don’t look at me anymore, you don’t do anything with
me anymore, you don’t go outside with me anymore, you don’t go out anymore, you
don’t even let me touch you anymore! And I’d drop dead with surprise if you
ever even touched me in the slightest way possible besides when we’re sleeping!
I understand it’s hard for you right now, and I understand that you’re fucking
stressed but god, have you ever thought about letting me help you? Have you
ever thought about letting me see your schoolwork, or letting me help you out
in the bakery, or even fucking talking to me once in awhile?! Have you even
thought about me in the last four months? Have you? Honestly? You can’t even
look at me Haz, what the hell am I supposed to do? Deal with you snapping at
me, or not even talking to me at all some days, deal with you never being home?
Never coming back until 12 in the morning? Where do you go? Are you out with
other people because you’re too disgusted by me to even touch me? Are you
seeing other people? Fucking other people behind my back? Is that why when
you’re home you busy yourself with paperwork and homework and all this other
bullshit? Is that why you’re so disgusted by me? Is it. . . Is it because you
don’t love me anymore?”
 
And that was what had broken Harry. Because he realized he had drove Louis to
be so fucking unsure of him and himself that he didn’t even think Harry loved
him anymore, which was one of the most untrue things Harry has ever even heard
of. But Louis didn’t know that apparently. . . and all the things Harry had
said to him after that didn’t help him or his situation either. Harry had
yelled at him. Something he had promised himself he would never do, but did
anyway. Harry had yelled and yelled and called Louis stupid for even thinking
that, but continued to insult him anyway. He had even made Louis cry. He had
made his baby cry. And not the good kind of cry, like when he tickled Louis so
hard he cried. . . Or if he made Louis laugh so hard he’d cry, or when he would
tie him to the bedposts and completely ruin him to the point where he couldn’t
stop the tears if he tried, he had made his baby boy cry because he made his
baby think he didn’t love him at all. And then Louis had broken it off right in
front of him and then walked out, and Harry didn’t stop him. He was too shocked
and too fucked up to even take a step without his legs giving out, let alone
chasing Louis to his car. And before he had known it, he heard Louis’ car
engine rev, and then drive down the street.
 
As Harry walked out of the bar, and down the street - still in the pouring rain
- he tried not to take it too personal. He knew he deserved what he’s getting,
and he knows he never deserved Louis’ and his 6 year relationship, and that
there were so many people out there that were better for Louis than Harry ever
was, but he couldn’t deny how much it hurt. He knew that that asshole in the
bar that had Louis sitting on his lap could never love Louis as much as he
does, but he also knew that that was the happiest Harry’s seen Louis in a long
time. So if Louis is happy with asshole, than Harry has to be happy for him.
And Harry has to smile it off and pretend like everything's fine because he
fucked with Louis’ life once, and he doesn’t ever want to see him sad because
of him again.
 
Harry reached his flat, and when he got to his door, his thighs were quaking
and his feet hurt, but he didn’t care because his heart hurt worse. He took his
soaking wet keychain and opened his door, to be hit with the smell of beer
bottles. Like Harry said, he hadn’t been dealing too well, and cleaning was
always more of a Louis thing. Harry stripped and threw his clothes to the
basket in the hallway, that he’d have to force himself to clean later, walking
to his kitchen and opening up the fridge. The only thing that was in there was
beer, and some expired milk, but Harry wasn’t surprised. He hasn’t been able to
keep a single meal down ever since Louis left him. He doesn’t really care, he’s
needed to lose the extra bit of weight anyway. He grabbed a beer bottle and
opened it, taking a swig stark naked in his kitchen. He didn’t care, wasn’t
like anyone was going to see him anyway.
 
He was startled when his house phone rang above his head, wondering who the
hell even had his house phone number. Harry reached up and grabbed it, pushing
it to his ear before saying,
“ ‘Ello?” His voice was raspy, obviously from not using it since he closed the
bakery which was a few hours before.
“Harold? I’ve been texting and calling you for an hour. How come you didn’t
answer?” The irish voice filled Harry’s ears, relaxing him a little, before he
realized why he hadn’t heard his phone go off.
“Fuckkk. . . My phone is probably rubbish now mate. I’ve been standing in the
rain for like three hours.” Harry said, taking another swig.
“Well why the hell’d ya do that for?” Niall asked, scoffing a bit.
“I saw Louis.” Harry answered simply. Not even caring, considering Niall knew
absolutely everything about what happened. He heard Niall gasp a bit, and
rolled his eyes.
“Oh. . .” Niall had said.
“Yeah, ‘Oh. . .’. And  he was with a guy Nialler. Another man that he was
dancing with and that he was laughing with and that he was kissing and he. He’s
moved on Ni. And now I don’t have a phone and I don’t have anything anymore,
because nothing matters because he’s happy now.” Harry muttered into the phone,
feeling utterly pathetic.
“Oh Harry. It’ll get better, I swear. You’ll get there one day. How about we go
out this weekend, yeah? Try and get you back in the game a bit. You’ll be happy
with someone else again, you just have to be open to it.” Niall tried. . . And
Harry loved Niall for trying. And he didn’t want to disappoint so he just
muttered a quick,
“Yeah. I’ll be there. I gotta go mate, love you.”
“Love you too Harold. I’ll see you then okay?” And then the phone call ended
and Harry was just standing there, beer in hand, phone in the other. And Harry
thought,
I can be happy with someone else, but I know I was happier with Louis.
PT 2
Sat in the corner of the room
Everythings reminding me of you
Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier
Aren’t you?
Ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like i do
I know there’s others that deserve you
But my darling,
I am still in love with you
 
2 months forward
 
The Tv stopped working a while ago when Harry stopped paying his cable bill.
Sure he has his Xbox and he could just sit there and watch Netflix, but he used
to do that with Louis. . . And there’s enough in this house that reminds Harry
of Louis already. He’s sitting on the couch and he’s looking at everything in
the room and all he can think is LouisLouisLouis because they did everything in
this house. They did everything in this room. They fucked on literally every
surface in this room and they laughed in this room and they cried in this room
and they ate in this room and Louis even threw up in this room once. Everything
in this fucking house triggers a memory of Louis for Harry and he hates it but
he fucking loves it because that’s all he has left. All he has left are the
memories and he hates it that the final ones he has with Louis are terrible.
 
Niall came over and cleaned the house, which Harry thanked him for a million
times, while Harry was at the bakery. So the house wasn’t cluttered with dirty
laundry and beer bottles for once, and although Harry enjoyed that it didn’t
reek anymore, he felt lonelier. He felt vulnerable. So he was currently staring
down at his sixth empty beer bottle and he thinks,
This is better. This is okay.
When really, he knows it's not.
 
Harry has a thing against people that “drink to forget”, because drinking
doesn’t help you forget shit. If anything it makes everything feel worse, and
Harry knows that maybe if he wasn’t spit faced drunk all the time maybe he’d be
able to get over everything a bit faster, he’d be able to get rid of the
constant fucking need to hold Louis again, and just the plain constant need in
general for Louis, but he couldn’t really care less.
 
The only thing Harry cares about is the fact that he made his baby hate him. He
made the love of his life walk out the front door he’s sitting right in front
of and he was too childish to chase after him. He let the best thing that ever
happened to him walk out his front fucking door and now the best thing that
ever happened to him is out having the time of his life with someone who's
probably better for Louis than Harry was, is, and ever will be. Harry knows
that asshole is so much better for Louis than he is, and he knows that asshole
probably gives Louis the attention he deserves and he probably makes Louis
happier than Harry ever did. . . But Harry also knows that he’s still truly,
madly, and deeply in love with Louis William Tomlinson.
 
But i guess you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day id feel it too
I could smile to hide the truth
But i know i was happier with you
 
Niall took Harry out with him and his friends from work almost every week. And
every time Harry went with him he ended up going home early because he felt too
sick to even try and hook up with someone. He tried, he did. He really, really,
really tried. But he couldn’t. Because every time he saw brown hair, he’d think
of Louis. Every time he saw blue eyes, he’d think of Louis. Every time he saw a
curvy waist, he’d think of Louis. And every time he tried to talk to someone,
he’d want to cry, because they weren’t Louis. So when he tells Niall every time
that he’s just gonna walk home, he smiles his way through it. And every time
Niall says,
“Try and be happy tonight okay mate?” Harry just nods his head, and walks out.
Because he knows he was happier with Louis.
 
Baby, you look happier, you do
I knew one day you’d fall for someone new
But if he breaks your heart, like lovers do
Just know that i'll be waiting here for you
 
2 months forward
 
Ever since the first time Harry saw Louis with asshole almost five months ago,
he’s seen Louis four more times. And each time he’s been with said asshole.
Yes, it’s been five months and Harry still has not learned his name. He hasn’t
wanted to find out what his name was. It was probably something like Dylan, or
Luke, or Calum, or Nick or something. The guys with names like that are always
super fucking great, and for Harry to find out his name, would mean finding out
his job, and he’s probably got a shit load of money and can probably provide
Louis with whatever the fuck he wants, and Harry already has enough reasons to
hate himself.
 
At the beginning, when they had first broken up. . . Harry thought they would
get back together in less than a week. That they would get over it and come
back to each other because they loved each other. But that’s obviously not how
it happened. Louis fell in love with someone else and Harry had to deal with
it, because it was his fault.
 
Even though Harry knows he was wrong about that, he does know something he
isn’t wrong about. Harry knows, that asshole will never be able to love Louis
like Harry does. He might be able to appreciate him more, and cherish him more,
and give him more attention, but he will never, ever, love Louis the way Harry
loves Louis. And Harry knows that he’ll never get over Louis. And that he was
it for Harry, but Harry went and fucked it up. So Harry accepts that he’s never
going to be able to be truly happy with another person like he was with Louis,
but he does know that if asshole fucks up his once in a lifetime shot, that
Harry will be there in a fucking heartbeat. Harry also knows that he will
always be waiting for Louis, no matter what.
 
It happened two weeks after that realization hit Harry in the head like a
baseball bat. Harry was at home, actually cleaning for once. He was picking up
the beer bottles and throwing them away, and he actually had a load of laundry
in the washing machine. It was raining so hard that it bounced off of Harry’s
roof with loud thuds each time a droplet hit it. Even though he tried not to,
his mind automatically thought about how much Louis would have loved to be here
right now. Louis would probably be out there dancing around in the rain,
twirling around in it and singing at the top of his lungs some song he’s heard
a million times before. . . And Harry would be out there with him singing
along, because even though he hated the song, he loved Louis.
 
Before he could get too into depth with the thought, a loud knock was heard
coming from his front door. Harry’s first thought was,
Whoever that is must really want to see me because if it wasn’t important I
wouldn’t have been able to hear the knock over the rain.
And his second thought was
Oh shit, I don’t have a shirt on. Or underwear. Oh well.
Because whoever was knocking on Harry’s door at 7 o’clock couldn’t have been
that important. His only friend is Niall, and hell, he saw Harry naked just the
other day. So Harry walked to the front of his house, to his front door, with
his sweats hanging off of his hipbones and nothing else covering him. . . and
he opened the door.
 
But. . . Harry’s perplexed is the thing. He had looked up, expecting to see
Niall’s fake ass blonde hair, styled into his normal quiff, and he was
expecting to hear a smart-ass comment that was something along the lines of “Oi
mate! Go put some clothes on, ya filthy fuck twit!” But that’s not what
happened.
 
Instead of the obviously-dyed blonde hair, he saw that oh so beautiful light
brown fringe, that he never thought he was going to have the pleasure of seeing
again. And instead of a smart ass comment, he heard someone scoff. And that
someone was Louis. Louis was standing on his front porch and he was wearing
Harry’s old sweatshirt that he thought he had lost and his hair was soaked to
his forehead and his clothes were dripping onto his front steps and his
beautiful blue eyes that Harry had missed so much, were red-rimmed and had
obviously been used too much from crying. And it took Harry so long to process
all of that at once, that he almost missed Louis’ quick hand movement and the
hard sting on his left cheek.
 
It stunned both of them for a second, but then when Harry didn’t say anything
Louis’ eyes got even darker and it wasn’t in a good way. Harry had always been
able to read Louis just by looking into his eyes, and right now. . . Louis’
eyes were the exact same color they were as that day. That terrible, gut
wrenching day when Harry lost everything. And before Harry knew it Louis was
slapping him again, except on the other cheek this time. And yeah, he deserved
it. Harry knew that, but it hurt like a bitch.
“Lou what’r--” Harry started to say, right before Louis grabbed him from his
doorway and threw him out into his yard. Louis grabbed the door and closed it,
before turning around and pointing a finger to Harry’s chest.
“Don’t you dare call me that. You don’t get to do that anymore.” And god, Harry
knew Louis was pissed. Harry knew he had to be absolutely vivid to even come
back to Harry’s street, let alone drag him out of his house. But Harry missed
his voice. Harry missed him yelling at him, Harry missed Louis laughing at him
and crying with him and just talking to him in general. And when Harry didn’t
say anything, Louis lost it.
“God, you arsehole!” Louis yelled, pushing Harry’s chest, pushing him farther
into his yard. “You.” Another push. “Fucking.” Push. “Dick.” Push. “Twat.”
Push. “Fucking arsehole!” Push. And Harry just stood there and took it. He knew
he deserved it, but he also knew that every time Louis’ hand touched his bare
chest his skin perked up. He was now soaking wet, and the rain was coming down
so hard he couldn’t see five feet in front of him. But he saw Louis. Of course
he saw Louis. He looked beautiful. He looked fucking amazing even though there
were obviously tears and snot and everything else running down his face, and if
Louis saw what his hair looked like right now, he would flip shit.
“I see you still don’t know how to fucking talk to me!” Louis yelled, not even
caring that he was screaming. No one would be able to hear them from inside
anyway, and they’re the only ones crazy enough to be caught dead in this storm.
Harry just stupidly tried to stutter out a response, but when he couldn’t he
just shut his mouth.
“You’re a fucking arsehole and you ruined me Harry. But you know what? I’m
still standing here like a fucking idiot because I don’t know how to not come
back to you! I was happy, and I was perfectly fine but then you just had to
come back and fuck everything up again! God. . . I’m so fucking stupid. . .”
Louis said, pulling at his hair, turning around from Harry. He started walking
away, but then he turned around and said,
“It’s been six fucking months Harry. That’s half a fucking year. And you didn’t
come after me once. Not one fucking time. I waited. I waited and I waited but
you never fucking showed up and god. . . You’re such a dickhead! You can’t just
fuck with my feelings like that, goddamn it! I had Nick and I had friends and I
had a new life and I had everything but all I wanted was you! And you treated
me like shit but I can’t stop fucking thinking about you! And you’re such a
bitch for that. Honestly, fuck you for treating me like actual garbage and then
still making me love you. And I have such shit taste in guys because that’s the
same damn thing Nick did to me! He left me and said that I was a whore and I
was gross. . . And god, you still haven’t said a fucking word and you probably
moved on! God I’m such an idiot! Niall’s a piece of shit now too I guess. . . I
never should have believed him. God you probably think I’m patheti--” And that
was all Harry needed to hear before he was lunging forward and cupping Louis’
head with his hands before shoving his lips to Louis’.
 
Louis’ lips were just how Harry had left them, thinner than his, but just as
soft. They fit Harry’s perfectly and he knew he missed this. He knew he missed
kissing Louis and holding Louis and seeing Louis but now that he has it back
he’s dependent on it like it’s oxygen. And he isn’t letting it get away this
time. Louis just whimpered and wrapped his hands in Harry’s curls, bringing
their bodies closer together in the pouring rain. It’s giving Harry so many
flashbacks to all the times where they’ve done this before, but it's never been
this intimate. It’s never been this important to them, as this moment is. All
Harry could sense, all he could pay attention to was the fact that this is his
baby. Louis is here in his yard, in the middle of a thunderstorm, kissing him
back with all the undealt emotions that he’s held back from everyone including
himself. And just thinking about how he spent all these months without this,
without the dancing in the rain, and without the snarky little comments, and
without the morning breath kisses, and without all the tiny little things he
absolutely adored about Louis. . . And the fact that now he might get to have
it all back, made him cry. As he and Louis stood there, absolutely soaking wet,
kissing each other with a passion that they themselves didn’t even know was
possible. . . They were both crying like babies.
“Don’t ever think I don’t love you Lou. Don’t ever ever ever think that ever
again baby, please.” Harry whimpered out, taking a breath and resting his
forehead on Louis’. “I’m such a fucking idiot and I deserve all of that. I'm so
fucking stupid but god, I’m so in love with you. I love you, I love you, I love
you. I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise. I didn’t mean anything I said
that day and I’m sorry I never talked to you or touched you or looked at you or
came after you when I know I should have, but god, I love you. I hate myself
for making you think I don’t but I do. There’s only ever been you Lou, I love
you so fucking much.” Harry rambled, looking into those cerulean colored eyes
that he never thought he’d get to see up this close again, trying to un-blur
everything because of the rain and his tears. Louis just nodded and pulled
Harry down again, and kissed him hard. Louis kissed Harry like he’s wanted to
for months, he kissed Harry like he wanted to when he was with Nick. Louis
kissed Harry like he used to kiss Harry.
 
Harry moved his hands from the sides of Louis’ head and trailed them down his
sides, slowly slipping over every curve that he would think about at night when
he missed Louis the most. . . When he couldn’t stop thinking about him and his
waist that Louis always hated, or the dimples at the bottom of Louis’ spine
Louis thought were weird, or about Louis’ thighs that Louis always tried to get
rid of. . . Harry got to his waist and rubbed his thumbs over Louis hip bones
that were poking out from where his sweat shirt rode up. Harry put one hand in
the small of Louis’ back, pressing their wet bodies closer together, tempted to
place a hand on Louis bum. . . But he didn’t want to push anything so he just
let it rest on his baby’s back, enjoying the way Louis’ lips felt against his
again.
 
“You’re so beautiful Louis, I missed you so much. God I fucking missed you. I
couldn’t eat and I couldn’t sleep and god I love you. I don’t care what I said
that day, you’re the most beautiful thing Lou. . . God I missed you so much. I
missed all of you. Seeing you with him killed me. . . But I know I deserved it.
I caused you so much pain baby and I’m so sorry. I love you so much and the
fact that that asshole had the nerve to call you those things. . . God you
deserve so much better than men like him Lou. You’re the only person I even
thought about these past months. I couldn’t look at other people and the only
person I talked to was Niall and all I talked about was you. You’re so amazing
and I feel like shit that I made you think any differently. I hate myself so
much for making you think I didn’t love you anymore baby boy.” Harry said,
stuffing his face into Louis’ neck, lightly kissing under his ear.
 
And. . . The thing is, Harry didn’t mean for any of it to be sexual. He didn’t.
He wasn’t worried about having sex with Louis right now, he was worried about
getting his baby back for good. But he can’t deny the fact that his cock
twitched a bit when Louis whimpered against Harry’s neck. And yeah, for being
with Louis as long as he has, he should’ve remembered that Louis had a thing
for praise. He should've remembered to keep it lowkey at least a little but, he
totally blanked. And going almost 9 months (considering Harry was too stressed
to do anything sexual towards the last three months of their relationship)
without that beautiful noise that Louis just made. . . Harry wasn’t really
surprised that his cock was the least bit interested.
 
But maybe Louis’ just whimpering because he’s happy, or because he’s crying.
Harry doesn't want to freak him out, especially since this is the first time
they’ve contacted each other in months. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time
he’s had to get himself off because of Louis in the past 6 months. So, just to
make sure that he heard him in the right way, Harry moved both of his hands to
Louis’ back, to the top of Louis’ waistband; just resting them there. He moved
his kisses from under Louis’ ear, down his neck, getting to the juncture where
his neck meets his shoulder and placing a kiss there. He felt Louis shutter,
but it was probably from the fact that they were still in the pouring rain.
 
Harry was going to stop and tell Louis to come inside because he noticed Louis
didn’t bring his car. . . which meant he walked here and Harry wasn’t about to
let him walk back in this condition. But when Harry went to move away from
Louis his leg brushed against something that was way too hard to be Louis’
thigh. Louis whimpered again, and tried shoving his face even farther into
Harry’s neck; Harry could feel Louis’ cheeks heat up into the crook where his
face was lying and he smirked. After all this time he can still make his baby
hard as a rock without even touching him properly.
 
“Baby. . .” Harry asked, making sure he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, as
he pressed his leg up against Louis’ hard on. Louis gasped, before nibbling on
Harry’s neck, making Harry shiver.
“Hazza. . .” Louis whispered into Harry’s ear, before grinding down onto
Harry’s leg. Harry was a bit taken aback at Louis’ sudden movement, but then he
just smirked before saying,
       “Lou let's go inside yeah?” And Louis was nodding and speed walking to
the door before Harry had time to process what might be about to happen. But
when he realized he was just standing in the rain like an idiot he ran to his
front door, and entered his house. Harry closed the door, and when he turned
back around he saw Louis with his hands behind his back, and he was staring
down at his feet with a blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck.
“Lou? Are you okay?” Harry asked, walking over to Louis, and grabbing his chin
in between his thumb and index finger, making Louis look at him. When Harry’s
green eyes locked with his favorite pair of blue ones, he noticed that Louis
was still crying.
“Boo? We don’t have to do anything. . . I’m more than happy just sitting with
you for right now.” Harry said, leaning his forehead against Louis’. “I know
you have no reason to believe anything I say from now on, but I wouldn’t ever
make you do that. Ever.”  Harry finished.
“I know. God, I know.” Louis said, before lunging at Harry and connecting their
lips again. Harry sighed as he grabbed Louis’ waist and aligned them properly,
causing their clothed erections to rub together. Instead of a whimper this
time, Louis full out moaned and Harry’s cock immediately started to fatten up
in his soaking sweats. Which reminded him,
“Lou. . . Babe. . . We’re soaking wet.” Harry said, panting a bit as Louis
started to rub their cocks together more firmly.
“I think you know how to fix that problem Haz.” Louis whispered in his ear,
making Harry shiver, but nod in agreement.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked, nosing Louis’ neck as Harry’s hands slid down
Louis abdomen to the waistband of his pants.
“I have been for a long time Harry.” Louis replied, arching his back into
Harry’s hold. Hearing all the reassurance he needed, Harry slid his hands down,
pushing his hands right past the waistband of Louis’ trousers, coming into
contact with Louis’ pants. Harry was going to just continue his journey
downward until he had gotten a handful of Louis’ arse. . . But Louis said,
“Take the pants off too Haz, please.” And who was Harry to deny his boy
whatever he wanted, after so long without the chance? So Harry pulled his hands
back up and thumbed the top of Lou’s underwear, purposely taking his time.
Louis whined, pushing back into his hands. Harry tutted.
“Tsk, tsk. What do you say?” Harry asked, rubbing Louis’ dimples.
“P-Please Harry. . .” Louis replied, resting his head on Harry’s bare
collarbone as he rutted against him.
“There you go baby,” Harry said, and slowly slid his hands into Louis’ pants,
finally feeling the bare swell of Louis’ arse that he missed oh so much. “God,
I missed this Lou. I missed you. I miss touching you like this,” Harry
whispered the next part into Louis’ ear, while he grabbed two handfuls of
Louis’ arse in each hand. “Miss making you feel good.”
 
Louis’ breath audibly hitched, as his hips stuttered against Harry’s.
“Miss it too. . .” Louis breathed, continuing his slow grinding against Harry.
“Ah, ah, ah. Slow down. We have all night love.” Harry said, grabbing Louis’
hips and stopping them from moving as fluently as they were before. Louis
whined as he clawed at Harry’s neck, trying not to move his hips as much as
possible. “Let's get you out of these things, yeah?” Harry finished, looking at
Louis making sure what he said was okay. Louis nodded before he helped Harry
get him out of his trousers and pants, then followed by his shirt that they
practically had to peel off of his torso.
 
Now, when Louis was with Harry, he was almost never shy, always being the
confident one that didn’t care what other people think. Sure he had a few
insecurities and things on his body that he could do without and that he'd like
to get rid of, but doesn't everyone? But ever since he and Harry broke up, his
self confidence had plummeted quite a lot. And the things that he allowed Nick
to say to him, and the things that he started to believe probably didn’t help..
And now as he stood completely bare in front of Harry, who he hadn’t talked to
in seven months, and who was looking at him with such a powerful stare that
Louis couldn't decrypt (and to add on top of everything, Harry is one of the
prettiest males Louis had ever seen). . . Louis felt kind of embarrassed.
 
Because Nick wasn’t the only one who noticed the weight Louis had put on
recently. . . Nick wasn’t the only one who noticed how Louis wasn’t that pretty
anymore. . . Louis noticed all of those things before Nick even had, and here
Louis was. . . Standing right in front of Harry in the house that holds so many
memories he wants to cry, stark naked, waiting for some kind of approval. But
Harry just stared, he looked him up and down, up and down, and he could feel
his mouth watering. He had remembered how beautiful Louis was like this, open
and vulnerable. . . Waiting for something, anything.
 
And then Louis moved his hands that had been hanging awkwardly from his sides,
to cover up his stomach. Because Harry had just kept staring and maybe he was
still disgusted with Louis. Maybe Louis had gone and fucked everything up again
because he couldn't be good enough for someone as good looking as Harry, and
maybe. . . . But Louis thoughts were cut short when Harry had rushed forward
taking hold of Louis’ hands in his larger ones before saying,
“Kitten. . . You are absolutely gorgeous, don't hide from me.” Harry was
obviously super big on pet names. He thought they gave him a feeling of
possession of sorts. Not that Louis was an object, per say, because he isn't.
But it was like if Harry said it enough, it would obviously and physically
claim Louis as his.
 
Louis had never been big on pet names before he met Harry. After he met Harry
he realized everything he had been missing out on. But since he hasn't heard
anything like that in months, he ducked his head down even farther into Harry's
chest, and blushed harder than he was before.
 
Harry groaned, because when Louis put his head on to Harry’s chest, since there
is such a big height difference, Harry had a perfect view of Louis’ bum. It was
round and plump and was right there and Harry had been thinking about this for
so long and he couldn't contain himself anymore.
       “Loubear. . . I-I need to get my sweats off okay love?” Harry asked,
rubbing Louis’ sides comfortingly. Louis nodded but instead of moving away, he
just moved his hands from around Harry’s neck to his waistband before sliding
his hands under the fabric. Since Harry’s pants had already been low enough to
show most of his happy trail, there wasn’t much left that you couldn’t see
besides his pubes and his cock. . . So Louis decided against the teasing and
immediately wrapped a hand around Harry. Never had Harry been more thankful for
his lack of clothing.
 
Harry grunted, laying his head onto Louis’ shoulder as he continued to stroke
him. Harry’s imagined it so many times, Louis coming back and loving him again.
He tried to save the dirty thoughts until after hours because when he’s at
home, stiffies are emotionally painful, but easier to get rid of than if he
would grow one at work. But Louis actually came back, Louis actually admitted
that he still loved him, Louis is actually standing in front of him with one of
his hands wrapped around Harry’s shaft. And this alone could have Harry
reaching his climax in seconds, and Harry isn’t like Louis. . . He can’t come
four times in a night, so he stopped Louis because he wants to last at least a
little bit longer.
“Louis, baby, I don’t want to come like this. . . Please.” Harry moaned into
Louis’ ear as he flicked his wrist on the upstroke, spreading the precum around
Harry’s head with his thumb. Louis shoved Harry’s sweats down and was about to
kneel down to take Harry into his mouth, when Harry stopped him, stepping out
of his pants.
“Nuh, uh, baby. . .” Harry said, helping Louis back up. Louis flushed, looking
down at his feet.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you wanted to or not and I guess you don’t, I know
it wouldn’t have been the bes--” Louis had rambled, but Harry cut him off with
a short kiss to the lips.
“Loubear, you know I absolutely love your mouth,” Harry said looking Louis in
the eyes, making sure Louis understood that he hadn’t meant anything in a bad
way. “Don’t give me that baby. . . But I’m planning on this night taking a
while and it wouldn’t be a good start if I came now.” Harry finished, making
Louis blush harder.
 
Harry noticed that this is the most. . . submissive Louis’ ever been before.
Louis was always so sure of what he was doing, when it came to anything,
especially in bed. He was always so confident in himself, but right now Harry
could tell that he wanted reassurance. Louis deserved all of the reassurance he
could ever want, in Harry’s eyes. . . Especially after what Harry did to him.
All he had wanted all those months ago was to be reassured that Harry still
loved him, and Harry would be damned if he was caught dead making Louis’ think
anything else besides that tonight. And yeah, this was a change. This was such
a drastic change Harry didn’t know if he was doing everything right. . . But it
was a nice change. Harry didn’t mind it that much; he didn’t mind it at all
actually.
 
Now that they were both naked, Louis didn’t feel as exposed as before, but he
was still out of his comfort zone. Harry could tell that Louis was
uncomfortable, so much that he was going soft again. And no. Oh no. That cannot
work. So Harry walked over to Louis, purposely rubbing their lengths together,
and whispered into Louis’ ear,
“Do you feel what you do to me baby? Can you feel how bad I want you?” Harry
rubbed his hands up and down Louis’ sides, tracing every curve and every bump
and every scar, and every stretch mark that Louis had tried desperately to get
rid of. Harry nibbled on Louis’ earlobe and said, “Mmm, I missed you so much.
You don’t even want to know how many times I got myself off thinking about what
we did in these rooms. . . Do you remember? Like the time I bent you over the
table and took you, didn’t let you come until you were crying. . . Or the time
I tied you to the bed and ate you out for an hour and a half. . .” Harry
smirked when he felt Louis’ hard on rub against his, signalling his plan to
rile his baby up again worked.
“I almost forgot my favorite one. . . The time you tied me up and rode my face
until you came four times. . . Bet Nick couldn’t even make you come twice.”
Harry spit, jealousy coursing his way through his veins at the thought of Nick
even touching Louis like this. Harry was right. Someone like that had to be
named Nick. He called it. Louis gasped at Harry’s sudden aggression, his cock
twitching against Harry’s.
“Couldn’t even make me come once. . .” Louis breathed, out of breath from the
light grazing Harry’s cock was doing to his own. Harry’s head shot up at that,
wanting to laugh a bit but contained himself. Barely.
“Are you serious? He couldn’t even get you up?” Harry asked, and yeah. It was
disrespectful. But Harry didn’t care in the slightest. Louis shook his head,
and Harry was about to actuallylaugh but what Louis said cut him short.
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t let him.” And. Okay. Wow. Harry was so confused.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, making sure to keep rubbing Louis sides so he
wouldn’t get uncomfortable again, slightly brushing their cocks together.
It made Louis’ breath hitch, but he kept explaining himself.
“I mean, I wouldn’t let him. . . Do anything.” Louis said, pushing his face
into Harry’s chest again. And. Okay. Wow. That news hit Harry like a truck. It
had taken him a minute, but once he fully understood what Louis had meant by
that. . . “The farthest he went was a few slaps to my bum, and that was only
when I wasn’t paying attention.” Louis finished. And. Yeah. Okay. Harry quickly
cupped Louis’ bum with both of his large hands, one cheek being completely
covered by one of his hands, a perfect fit, and squeezed. . . making Louis gasp
and push back into his hold.
“This?” Harry said, pushing their bodies together with his grasp on Louis’ ass,
“Is mine.” He kneaded Louis’ bum with both of his hands, and Louis whimpered
into Harry’s chest, rapidly nodding his head.
“I-I know it is Hazza. That’s why I haven’t. . . I-I didn’t. . . Umph. . .”
Louis huffed, stuttering because he was so worked up.
“Sshh baby. Calm down and focus, you’re okay.” Harry said, planting kisses up
and down Louis neck as he played with Louis’ bum.
“I-I haven’t. I haven’t touched myself, there. . . Since the last time we d-did
anything. . .” Louis said, trying to push his face even farther into Harry’s
chest. And. Oh. Wow. Okay. That’s. That’s a lot for Harry to take in because
Harry knows how much Louis loves being filled. Harry knows how much Louis loves
to be taken care of, and they haven’t done anything in nine months. That’s far
too long for Louis to have held up. He’s gotta be joking.
“Baby. . .” Harry groaned into Louis’ ear. “You’re kidding right?”
“I mean, I wanked a lot. I tried not to I swear, but I kept thinking about you
and then thinking about you would lead to thinking about you doing. . . things
and that would lead to me getting stiffies and then that would lead to Nick
asking if he could take care of it and I always told him no. But I wanted to. I
wanted to use one of my toys or something, but that means I have to open myself
up and it. It didn’t feel right Hazza. . .” Louis trailed off, cheeks a bright
pink. “Nick walked in on me wanking and I was. . . I was saying ‘Harry’ instead
of Nick. And he knew about you. He knew that that was my ex’s name was Harry.
And so he got mad and. And he yelled at me and called me all of these terrible
things and I just. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I went to Niall’s but he
didn’t answer, Liam and Zayn are out of town and Lottie is with her boyfriend
for the night and you were my last option and I just--”
“Don’t you ever go to someone else if you need help okay?” Harry cut Louis off,
removing his hands from Louis’ butt and placing them on his hips, bringing them
closer together. Their cocks rubbed against each other and caused both of them
to moan. “ Shit . . . I-If you need somewhere to stay or someone to talk to or
anything, you come to me. It breaks my heart that you thought you couldn’t come
here because you thought I hated you. It absolutely breaks my heart baby. I’m
so so sorry. . .” Harry started, slowly rubbing their lengths together. “Let me
make it up to you. That’s a shit compromise but we can talk about it later.
Please let me do this for you baby. Please please please. . . You deserve it
tonight.” Harry finished, holding Louis close and sucking a love bite into the
skin of his neck.
 
Louis whimpered, nodding his head.
“Please Haz. Please please please. . .” Louis whimpered, wrapping his arms
around Harry’s neck. Harry reached below Louis to grab a hold onto his thighs,
tapping them lightly before saying,
“Jump.” Louis did jump, and Harry wrapped his arms around his baby and started
making his way toward what used to be, and what might get to be again, their
shared bedroom. Halfway down the hallway, Louis placed his lips to Harry’s, but
this kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t full of lust, or need. . . The only word
that Harry had to describe it with was love . Louis still loved him. Louis
wanted to love him. And the thought alone made harry groan and hold Louis
tighter.
 
After a bit of a struggle, Harry managed to get him and Louis down the hall and
into his room, almost breaking the door handle off when the tip of his cock
rubbed against Louis’ hole from how he was holding him. Louis had whimpered and
shoved his face into Harry’s neck, which caused Harry’s cock to twitch, which
caused Louis to moan so loud it was almost inexcusable, and it was a very
vicious cycle considering Harry couldn’t get the fucking door open. But he did,
and he walked over to the bed and threw Louis down onto it, being as graceful
as possible, give or take their situation.
 
And if Harry just stood there, and admired the vulnerable side of Louis that
apparently he’s still the only one that has been lucky enough to see, well then
he’s only human. Because honestly, whatever the hell that he did in his past
life that was good enough for him to earn Louis in this one, he was eternally
grateful for. Because what in the hell do you have to do to earn this beautiful
chunk of man sitting in the middle of his bed, legs spread, begging to be
devoured? That’s what Harry wanted to know. Harry was just a tall, annoying,
clumsy fool that was in absolute love with this. . . this god of a person that
was currently laying in his bed. Harry knows that if he would ever sit down and
try to do the math, that nothing would add up.
 
Harry could tell Louis was getting restless, but he just stood there and
admired his baby one more time before he lost all of his self control. Louis
had sweat running down his forehead, and he was obviously fighting the urge to
grind down onto the mattress, failing quite miserably.
“There you go baby, we’ve got all night. Do whatever you want okay? Tonight is
about making you feel good.” Harry said, crawling on top of Louis, watching him
try to get the much needed friction on his neglected hole. Louis nodded his
head, now knowing that he was allowed to do as he pleased, he started grinding
down harder on the sheets; the fabric catching on his rim and causing him to
shake. Harry just stared at his love, watching him grip the sheets each time a
shiver went down his spine, watching him whimper because every time he brought
his hips back up from rubbing on the sheets, their cocks just barely touched,
and Louis didn’t know which pleasure to chase.
 
Harry’s cock hung fat and red from his abdomen, right above Louis’, already
dripping pre-cum just from the sight of Louis like this again. Just the image
right in front of him, Louis confidently chasing his own pleasure, trying to
reach his own peak, making himself feel good, made Harry want to bust a nut
right then and there, but he managed to control himself, barely.
“H-Harry. . .I need, you to do something. I c-can’t do it by myself. H-Harry
please. .” Louis begged, arching his back, causing their erections to rub up
against each other again, ripping pornographic moans from both of them.
“Ssh, baby. . . I’ve got you. Slow down, and tell me what you need.” Harry
whispered into Louis’ ear, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.
“I-I. . . I need your. . . Hmph. . .” Louis huffed, obviously aggravated by the
way he couldn’t manage to catch his breath, but Harry helped him out.
“Do you want to use some of our toys? I still kept them you know,” Harry
started, slowly grinding down onto Louis’ body with his own, making sure to
keep the movements sensual and sweet. “Sometimes I would look at them, and
remember how pretty you were while you used them. How hot you looked when I
would tie you up, how beautiful you looked when you were writhing on one of
your vibes, and I would get so hard Lou. I’d get so hot and bothered and all
I’d be able to think about was you. . . Is that what you want to do baby? You
want me to bring out that box?” He finished, placing his head in the juncture
of Louis’ shoulder, placing a love bite there, biting down as he finished his
sentence and causing Louis to hiss.
 
Louis moaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably at the praise Harry was showering
onto him. But Louis also shook his head no, which caused Harry to frown in
confusion.
“Make me understand BooBear. . . Let me know what I can do to make you feel
good. All I wanna do is make you feel as good as possible tonight. We can do
whatever you want, just say the word.” Harry said, trailing his right hand down
Louis’ chest, making sure to keep his left arm steady, as not to crush Louis
with his weight if he were to fall.
“I don’ want toys tonight Hazza. . .” Louis started, finally finding his voice
as well as possible. “Just you and m-me tonight. . . Please. . .” He finished,
shoving his head into Harry’s neck and breathing in the scent he missed so
much. And yeah. Okay. Harry can do that.
      “Yeah? Is that what you want baby?” Harry asked, rubbing Louis’ sides
with his hands, that were just itching to get ahold of Louis; no matter what
part of Louis he can get, he isn’t very picky.
 
Louis rapidly nodded his head, bucking his hips up trying to get any kind of
friction he could get away with. He also tried to move a hand down to Harry’s
length, whining when Harry took both of his hands, gently, and placed them
above his head on the pillows. Harry chuckled before saying,
“I’ve always loved how eager you are kitten, how eager you are to please. . .
But not tonight Lou. Tonight’s all about you. I’m not going to let you leave
this bed thinking you don’t mean the absolute world to me. If that takes all
night and all day then so be it,” Harry trailed off, shivering at the thought
of just staying in bed with the love of his life all day, one more time. “God,
I’m such an asshole. . . I’m so so so sorry baby. I didn’t mean any of it, I’m
such a fucking idiot.” He rambled, but was cut short when he noticed the way
that Louis was staring at him.
 
It wasn’t the way that Harry’s cock was still hanging hard and heavy in between
his legs, to the point where it was borderline painful. . . It wasn’t the fact
that he was naked and sweaty above an equally naked and sweaty Louis. . . And
he’s pretty sure it’s not the fact that it’s only 50 degrees in his house. . .
It’s the way that Louis is looking at him, was the thing. It sent shivers from
Harry’s spine down to the tips of his toes. It’s the fact that that’s how Louis
usedto look at Harry, before everything went to shit. That’s how Harry would
catch Louis looking at him when he would first wake up and see Louis staring at
him like a lovesick sap. That’s the way Louis would look at Harry when Louis
would come home and see that Harry had made dinner for him, and was already
started on dessert. That was the way Louis looked at Harry when he first asked
him to be his boyfriend all those years ago. That was the look that Harry had
been desperate to be given ever since Louis stopped giving it.
 
That was when Harry lost his composure, surging down to meet Louis’ lips with
his. Harry cradled Louis’ head with his hands, sitting on his knees, bringing
Louis into a sitting position as well, making the position they were both in 10
times less awkward. Louis tasted like a mixture of cigarettes, apples, sweat,
and something so utterly Louis that it overwhelmed Harry to the point where he
was gasping for air, but not wanting to end the kiss just yet. Louis’ left hand
was placed on Harry’s chest, his blunt fingernails scraping down Harry’s chest,
and his right hand was tangled in Harry’s curls that were all over both of
their faces. Louis tugged on a handful of Harry’s hair, and Harry groaned,
moving his hands back down to Louis’ ass, groping and kneading as he pleases.
 
Harry moved his right hand to the bottom of Louis’ spine, right above the swell
of his arse, dipping his pointer finger into the dimples that lay there; the
ones Harry absolutely adored. Harry moved his kisses to the corner of Louis’
mouth, to his cheek, to his jaw, and all the way down his neck. He sucked and
nibbled and licked and made as many bruises and marks as he wanted to because
he could now. He got to mark his baby again and to hell if Harry wasn’t going
to take that chance. If Louis woke up tomorrow morning feeling like this was
the worst decision of his life, than Harry won’t blame him. Because Harry was
an asshole to Louis and he doesn’t deserve to get any of his love or trust back
at all. But if Louis leaves again, Harry wants Louis to remember what happened.
He wants Louis to remember how good Harry made him feel. Call him mean, or
selfish, or whatever the hell you want to call it. Harry had his reasons.
Harry made his way back up the span of Louis’ neck, when he reached that spot
right under Louis’ ear, the one that had the power to make Louis shiver in all
the right ways if kissed just the right way. Louis’ sweet spot had the ability
to make Louis produce sounds that would be in anyone’s wank bank for literal
years.
 
Harry took his tongue, and traced along the sensitive strip of soft skin below
Louis’ ear, and wasn’t even surprised by Louis’ reaction. Louis had gasped and
gripped Harry’s hair with both of his hands as he shoved his face into Harry’s
neck, slowly starting to grind against Harry’s leg once more.
“Hmm. . . You like that baby?” Harry whispered lowly into Louis’ ear, obviously
already knowing the answer. Louis whimpered and nodded his head into Harry’s
shoulder, face red and slick with sweat. So Harry did it again, except this
time he sucked on the wet patch of skin, biting down ever so slightly. Louis’
hips stuttered in the pattern that he had built up, and he moaned deep in his
throat. That was always one of Harry’s favorite spots on Louis. . . Harry
thought to himself, before trailing his right hand that had previously been
rubbing at Louis’ back, down to Louis’ crack, before slowly, so, so, slowly,
squeezing in between Louis’ cheeks and rubbing at his rim with a dry finger.
Louis let out a choked up moan before arching his back and pushing into the
touch.
“Please, please, please Hazza. I need it. I need you . . I-I want,” Louis
rambled to Harry, trying to get Harry to push a finger into his poor, neglected
hole.
“Sshh Lou, I got you.” Harry said, applying pressure to Louis’ rim with his
finger, reveling in the noises Louis was making because of it. “Is this what
you want, baby? Is the thought of this what has you all hot and bothered?” He
whispered, rubbing circles into the ring of muscles, giving Louis enough
friction to be a mess, but not enough to actually penetrate him.
 
Louis quickly nodded his head, not even caring about how desperate he looked or
sounded. Harry didn’t let up though, he just kept up his sweet torture until
Louis actually started whining into Harry’s shoulder. The noises that Louis was
now making out of desperation, were what was going straight to Harry’s cock,
besides Louis and his naked body itself.
 
Harry removed his body from Louis’, reaching over to his nightstand that still
has the lube from the last time he wanked in it, and brought it back over to
the bed where Louis was still sitting, rutting into thin air.
“I’m back baby, I’m back. I got you now okay? How do you want this? This is
about you. . .” Harry said, for what seemed to be the millionth time that
night.
“Wanna be able to see you. . .” Louis muttered, and if Harry hadn’t been
expecting a quiet answer he probably wouldn’t have heard it.
“Yeah? You wanna watch me make you feel good? Speak up love, you know I don’t
mind when you get loud.” Harry replied with a smirk in his voice. Louis whined
at that, and Harry was reminded of the current task at hand. . . So he hurried
and laid Louis down on his back on the bed and reached over grabbing the half
empty bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing
them together to warm up the liquid a bit, before taking his index finger and
putting it back at Louis’ entrance.
“Are you sure this is what you want baby?” Harry asked Louis when his finger
was back at the spot he hadn’t touched Louis this intimately in forever.
“I’m pretty sure you can figure out that answer yourself Haz.” Louis answered,
bucking his hips off the mattress so his and Harry’s rock hard lengths rubbed
against each other.
 
And. Well. That was all the confirmation Harry needed to push his lube covered
index finger into Louis’ entrance, moaning at tight, tight, heat that washed
around his digit.
“God Louis. You were fucking serious weren’t you?” Harry moaned, wanting
nothing more than to just fuck his fingers in and out of Louis, but having to
stay buried to just the knuckle for Louis safety because he was so tight.
“Hmph, I wouldn’t lie about s-something like that Harry - god -, I wish I-I wa-
-” Louis was cut off by a moan that escaped his throat when Harry pushed his
finger even farther into Louis, rubbing against his walls with expertise. And
god did Harry miss this, getting Louis to the point of euphoria where he
couldn’t even form proper sentences. Knowing that he was making his baby feel
so good that he couldn’t even think about anything else was probably what got
Harry off the most, out of all things he’s ever done that included sex.
 
As Harry slowly thrusted his finger back and forth, in and out, out of Louis,
he purposely missed his prostate, because Louis is naturally sensitive
everywhere. Prostates are already guaranteed quick orgasm hot spots, and Louis’
is extra sensitive. And now that Harry knows that Louis’ wasn’t kidding what so
ever when he said that nothing has touched his prostate in 9 months, he wanted
to be extra careful. But on the other hand, in the back of Harry’s mind, he
just wanted to give Louis as much pleasure as he possibly could. Harry knows
that Louis can cum way more than twice in one go, and he wants to give Louis
whatever he wants, but he also doesn’t want to go too fast either. Honestly,
Harry is in a predicament. Life is hard.
 
In the end Harry ends up just giving Louis what he wants, not wanting to deny
his love of anything this important ever again. He carefully pushes another
finger in, after having added more lube, and scissored them around a few times
before lightly rubbing over Louis’ prostate. And. Well. Louis’ reaction would
probably be burned into the back of his eyelids for life now because. Wow. Wow.
Is literally the only way that Harry can explain it. He wanted to have that
reaction recorded, trademarked, copyrighted, and documented until the day he
dies because it was honestly the best fucking thing he thinks he’s ever seen in
his entire 24 years of life on this Earth and he’s seen lots of quite beautiful
things. . . But never anything like that.
 
As soon as Harry had touched the little bundle of nerves inside Louis (honestly
not even needing to search for it, knowing from memory what places make Louis
feel the best in every position), his back had arched,and his hips pressed down
onto Harry’s fingers, and the moan he let out was nearly inexcusable how much
it sound like porn, and before Harry even had the chance to thrust his fingers
back out and in again, Louis was already practically riding them and god, did
that make Harry’s mouth salivate. So Harry just let Louis do his thing, let him
chase his pleasure the way he wanted to, and Harry honestly isn’t even
surprised that after a full minute of Louis on his own he’s already
embarrassingly murmuring ‘m close Haz’ so lightly that maybe Harry won’t even
hear him, but Harry does. Harry always hears him, always knows what his baby
wants or is feeling. But he knows Louis is embarrassed right now, and no. That
can not do. Harry can not have Louis thinking it’s a bad thing to be this close
already, because to Harry it’s one of the hottest things ever. So. Harry felt
obliged to inform Louis about this. So he did.
“Yeah Lou? You close already baby?” Harry started, leaning up and whispering
into Louis’ ear, finally moving his hand so Louis didn’t have to, pushing
straight into Louis prostate. Louis nodded fiercely as he shoved his head into
Harry’s neck, his favorite spot on Harry, or so Louis says. “God kitten, that’s
so fucking hot. You missed this huh? You missed it this much?” He asked,
jabbing Louis’ prostate with the tips of his fingers, fingering Louis with a
purpose now (not like he didn’t have one before, but still). Louis whimpered
out a breathy ‘yes yes yes’ and pushed down on Harry’s fingers, wrapping his
arms around Harry’s neck. “God, I missed it too baby. Miss feeling you like
this,” he punctuated the ‘feeling’ part of that sentence with a circle of his
finger around Louis’ walls, making Louis’ hips buck up unintentionally. Harry
noticed that Louis was biting his lip, obviously trying to stop the noises from
coming out of his mouth and he should remember the rules. Even if they aren’t
being remotely kinky tonight, the rules still stand.
   1. Use the safeword if need be, no matter if you want Harry to feel good or
      not. If you don’t feel good, Harry doesn’t feel good.
   2. Always say please, and thank you.
   3. Never be greedy unless Harry lets you be greedy, never take more than
      what’s being given.
   4. Don’t hold back.
Harry knows his baby would never forget about the rules, so he decides to
gently remind him about the issue.
“Hmm, you know what I miss the most though? Those pretty noises you always make
love.” He said, as he pushed a third finger into Louis, twisting his wrist
slightly, so he would hit that certain spot in Louis as soon as he slid into
him. “I miss the noises that make me cum so hard when I’m inside you, the ones
that I practically force out of you. . .The ones you make that prove to me that
I’m doing a good job at making you feel your best. The ones that you’re so
obviously trying to hide from me right now. . . You haven’t forgotten the rules
already, have you baby?” Harry finishes, nipping at Louis’ earlobe, which
causes Louis’dick to twitch a bit.
 
Louis shook his head no, letting out little ‘uh uh uh’s’ every time his hips
met Harry’s fingers.
“N-No, but I get really l-loud and fuck do that again please , and it gets a-
annoying, shit.” Louis managed to get out, grinding down onto Harry’s hand.
Harry practically growled at that, before shoving his fingers in at almost a
painful pace, but good thing for them, they both knew how much Louis got off on
pain.
“Who. The fuck . Told you that?” Harry said, punctuating every word with a
thrust of his hand right into Louis sweet spot. “Was it that asshole Nick? It
was, wasn’t it. God, I’m going to kill him Lou. Please, please, please don’t
believe him for a fucking second. . .” Harry finished, absolutely vivid, now
even more determined to get his baby to the high he deserved. Harry started
fingering him faster, scissoring his fingers on the way in, and twisting them
on the way back out, making sure to pull the noises that only made Harry even
harder, out of Louis mouth. “God, how does he even have the fucking nerve to
tell you that? How does he have the mentality that he is good enough to insult
someone as beautiful and good as you without paying for it? Nobody is better
than you baby, I don’t know what the fuck is going through his mind all the
time but I do know that the next time I see that cunt I’m busting his face in,
because god your noises, Louis. They’re everything,” Harry could tell that
Louis was getting close because his breaths were getting much, much shorter,
his moans and whimpers were getting literal octaves higher, and mostly. . .
Harry just knew. And that awes Harry, how quickly they were able to fall back
into each other’s roles like this. It’s like they never even left them, and
well. Harry concludes that he doesn’t really mind that much.
 
“Your noises were what got me off the most when you were gone. . . Remember
that one time we recorded while we did a scene? So we could find out what we
sound like? God I don’t think I listened to anything else for months after you
left. I’d come home from work after hoping you would show up, with such a hard
on because all I could think about was you . . . And I would get on our laptop
and I would sit back and play it over , and over again and god I would cum so
hard. . . And the only thing that I would be able to think of is that we should
of video taped one.”
 
And long story short, that’s what made Louis finally reach his peak. The
mention of making a fucking sex tape. It didn’t even surprise Harry how down he
was for that. But Harry wouldn’t even mind having this recorded, so he could
watch whenever he wasn’t with Louis. . . And maybe just to watch because he
could, because this image, being able to see Louis like this -back arched, arse
stuffed full of fingers, uncapable of something as simple as making coherent
sentences- is something Harry could see every day for the rest of his life and
never get tired of. As soon as Harry had said those words Louis was shooting up
onto his stomach with a cry of harryharryharry and yesyesyes.
 
Harry rubbed over Louis’ prostate once more, trying to milk his orgasm as long
as possible, until Louis actually started to grind back down onto Harry’s
fingers again. And. Well. Harry’s speechless, is the thing. Louis’ going at it
like he needs Harry’s fingers in order to breath, and the fact that that’s so
hot to Harry kind of concerns him. Louis literally just came not even two
minutes ago, and he’s already back and begging for more, no shame what so ever.
And this. This right here. Harry missed this.
“God, Lou. You’re practically gaggingfor it. . .Look at you baby. . .” Harry
trailed off, running his eyes up and down Louis, looking at him with such a
hunger in his eyes it made Louis’ cock twitch. Literally. Harry saw it. He
chuckled and bent down to kitten lick at the tip, collecting some of the cum it
was covered in onto his tongue. It made Louis shiver, and look down to see
Harry humming with his eyes closed, savoring the taste of Louis on his tongue.
“You always tasted so good Lou, I missed it. But I know somewhere you taste
better.” Harry said, cheekily. Louis would never admit how much his cock perked
up at the mention of such a corny line that probably came straight from a porno
movie, but damn did it.
“Please, please, please Harry. Please Haz I’ve missed you there so fucking
much, ple-” Louis was cut short by his own moan, because Harry had shoved his
face to where his fingers had previously been located. Harry licked, and
slurped, and made obscene noises you really should only ever hear in porn,
before coming up for a second to say,
“All you had to do was ask, baby.” And then he was back down in between Louis’
cheeks, going at it like his life depended on it. He licked around the puckered
muscle a few times, before pointing his tongue and pushing it through Louis’
hole, earning a high pitched whine in response, and a pair of hands grabbing
onto his hair with a death grip. Not like Harry minded anyway. Louis knows how
much Harry enjoys his hair being pulled. Harry nibbled on the skin, making
Louis arch his back and grind his bum onto Harry’s face. And Harry decided this
time, he would let him. So Harry moved his hands from where they had been
resting on Louis’ hips and interlocked them behind his own back, waiting for
Louis to get the hint. And it didn’t take Louis long to notice the lack of heat
on his hips, so when he looked down and saw Harry giving himself up in such a
way, it didn’t take him longer than five seconds for him to take advantage of
it.
 
He gripped Harry’s head of hair with more purpose now, and rocked back onto his
tongue, letting out a string of fuckfuckharryshit. Harry moaned at the feeling
of Louis using him, because the only thing he’s been wanting for god knows how
long is to make Louis feel this good again. He buried his face where Louis
wanted him, and let Louis guide him wherever he felt best.
“O-Oh fuck, Harry. Please please please. . .” Louis begged, rocking his hips
onto Harry’s face, causing Harry to get spit all along the outside of his
mouth. Harry just hummed, which made Louis cry out and grind down faster. Louis
was soon letting out a small “m close again, fuck.” all embarrassment and shame
was discarded when Harry first put his mouth on him. Louis’ thighs tensed
around Harry’s neck, and his toes curled against Harry’s back, signalling he
was even closer than he thought. Taking his chance, Harry pinned Louis’ hips to
the bed, cutting off all movement for Louis, nibbled on the puckered skin for a
split second, and then sucked as hard as he could on Louis, causing Louis to
arch his back and cum all over his chest for the second time that night.
 
Harry removed his head from between Louis’ legs, and looked up at Louis, while
rubbing his sides comfortingly.
“That’s it baby, there you go. Come on Lou. . . You feel good yeah?” Harry
said, giving Louis a mini massage, knowing it will take a little more time and
work to get to this next orgasm he plans on giving him. All Louis could do was
hum, already feeling light and floaty, as if he would just fly away if Harry
didn’t keep a solid grip on him. His head was filled with fluff and his eyes
were glazed over, and when he looked down at Harry: face covered in Louis’
juices and his own saliva, it only made everything worse. Louis’ cheeks heated
up and he stared at the ceiling, trying to get himself to calm down.
 
Harry, noticing the flushed reaction that Louis just gave him, hurriedly wiped
his face off on the sheets and crawled up the bed and hovered over Louis’ face.
Louis wouldn’t make eye contact with him, and that kind of upset Harry, because
blue has been his favorite color for ten years, and even though he’s pretty
sure he’s got his color back, it still can’t look Harry in the eyes.
“Lou, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, hands cradling the sides of Louis’ head,
trying to lock eyes with the brown-haired boy laying under him, but failing
nonetheless. “Louis. Baby. If you want me to stop I ca--”
“No! God, no. Don’t stop. It’s just, a lot Harry. Give me a second.” Louis
interrupted, rapidly shaking his head, and finally meeting eyes with Harry.
 
And if they stayed like that for however long they did, it didn’t matter
because it made Harry give Louis the most powerful kiss he might have ever
given Louis, and that says a lot. Because, well, when Harry saw Louis, really
looked and saw Louis, he saw the boy he had fallen in love with all those years
ago.That clumsy boy he had met that wore suspenders and bright red pants with
striped shirts and vans, and owned it. The one that hated his glasses and his
fringe that Harry loved to card his hands through. He was, for lack of better
wording, swept down memory lane, and it was too much to handle alone. So he
kissed Louis, which is what always seemed to solve his problems, and tried to
muster as much emotion into the lip lock as he could, and it worked, because
Louis started rutting up against Harry’s stomach again. Harry chuckled, deep
and low in his throat, and trailed his kisses down Louis’ neck again.
“Harry, Harry, Harry. . . Haz. Hazza baby, I. I need you to get in me. Like
right now. I can’t do anything else before you get in me.” Louis whimpered out,
shamelessly rutting into Harry now like his life depended on it.
“Okay, okay, okay. . . Just let me get the stuff okay baby?” Harry said,
kissing Louis’ temple and reaching over into the nightstand and grabbing the
cherry flavored lube (Louis’ favorite), and returning to the bed. “No rubber,
right?” Harry asked, because even though he was pretty sure what Louis’ answer
was going to be, he wanted, no needed, to be 100% sure.
“Have you fucked anybody else bare since we’ve been apart?” Louis asked,
cringing at just the thought of Harry trusting anybody else with that kind of
power over him.
“Haven’t fucked anybody else period. Didn’t want to.” Harry said, repeating the
same thing for the second time that night.
“Well then obviously I don’t have a problem with it. Just, hurry up. Please.”
Louis said, wiggling his hips around. And so that’s what Harry did. He squirted
a nice amount of the lube onto his fingers and wrapped them around his shaft,
hissing at the icy/hot pleasure it gave him, and then he remembered why he felt
so close from just two simple flicks of his wrist. One, he’s got Louis lying
naked in front of him, which is enough to bring even the straightest of men to
their knees. And, two, he’s been rock hard practically since Louis showed up to
his front door which was, how long ago? 20 minutes? An hour? Three hours? That
he didn’t know, but what he did know was that he wouldn’t last very long, if he
could even manage until after he actually entered Louis.
“And, Louis? I hope you know that I’m not going to fuck you right now. I’m
going to love you,” Harry said, as he lined up his cock with Louis’ hole. As
cliche as it sounded, Louis would never admit how much it made his heart jump
when he heard it. “I’m going to love you the way that only I can. The way that
that stupid Nick twat will never be able to. Just me. Only me.” Was what Harry
ended with as he finally pushed his head through the tight ring of muscles.
Louis cried out and shoved his face into Harry’s neck, which smelled like
sweat, sex, and Harry which made Louis’ mind even fuzzier than it already was.
Louis had never thought of himself as the ‘cries during sex’ kind of guy, but
Harry was currently proving him wrong, because as Harry bottomed out he was
almost full on sobbing (but if you ever ask Louis he’ll only say, ‘it’s only
because of how sex deprived I was. I was desperate, let me live). But him and
Harry both knew that yes, the burn from the size of Harry’s girth inside of
Louis that made Louis feel like he was being ripped apart definitely was a
factor for the salty tears sliding down Louis’ face, but the main reason was
also simple. It was because of how much he missed Harry. How much he missed
this. How much he missed being Harry’s and Harry being his. He missed and
missed and loved and loved and hoped and hoped and he finally got it back. He
had finally gotten his everything back, and if you’ve never experienced it than
you probably don’t understand. But that’s okay, because all Louis needed was
Harry and Harry definitely understood Louis exactly, if the sudden wetness
Louis felt on his shoulder was anything to go by.
 
Harry was panting, and trying not to come then and there, when he remembered
what his mission for tonight was. And that was to focus on Louis. And if Harry
had to wait another 9 months to come again he felt like he could deal with it,
because the goal tonight was not for him to be satisfied because of his own
personal pleasures, it was to make Louis so fucking satisfied that Harry would
be as happy as Louis is, even if he doesn’t get to come. So he stopped thinking
about how hard he was, and how good Louis felt, and started focusing on how to
angle his hips the exact right way to hit Louis’ prostate dead on without
needing a second try. And Harry got it. He moved his hips so that they were
facing more towards the ceiling than directly at Louis, and he slowly pulled
out of Louis, until just the head was in, really letting Louis feel it, before
slowly thrusted back in, but with enough force to knock Louis up the bed with
the impact. And god, the noise that Louis yelped out when he felt Harry rub
over that bundle of nerves inside of him perfectly was pornstar worthy. Harry
had to clench his teeth and bite the inside of his mouth to keep himself from
just fucking into him like he wanted to. But this wasn’t about him. This was
about Louis.
 
And if that didn’t make Louis feel like the happiest man in the world, he
didn’t know what would. Because Louis knew that Harry was holding back, denying
his own self pleasure in trade for Louis’ and that was the hottest fucking
thing Louis had ever experienced in his entire life. He knew how Harry liked
it, quick, hard, and rough. The kind that left you so exhausted you slept the
whole night afterwards. And yeah, Louis absolutely loved when Harry got rough
with him, made him so desperate for it that the only thing he could remember
how to say was ‘Harry’ and ‘please’, but Harry knew that Louis liked the slow
stuff better. Louis always liked to be dominated, no matter what, but he liked
it when it was held out. When it took longer, when Harry would work him up,
tell him how good he’s doing and how pretty he looked doing it. He liked being
taken care of slow and steady. And the fact that Harry hasn’t had anything that
he wanted in these past months, and yet still deprives himself in sake of
Louis’ own wants only makes Louis want to cry harder.
 
As Harry builds up a rhythm with his thrusts into Louis, he reached his neck
down and lowered his lips to Louis’ and captured them into a lip lock. Louis
kissed back, hard, and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, meeting his
thrusts with his own hips. In all honesty, it wasn’t even a real kiss. It was
basically just a lot of tongue and breathing into each others mouths, but Louis
couldn’t have asked for more. He could tell that it was getting really hard for
Harry. And by god, all Louis wanted was Harry, all of Harry, inside of him
again. So he moved his head to Harry’s ear, wrapped his arms all the way around
Harry’s neck, and whispered into his ear,
“I’m still so in fucking love with you Haz.” and ended it with a cheeky bite to
his ear. Harry’s breath hitched, and his hips started going faster, and faster,
until he stilled all together deep within Louis and emptied his load. Warm,
wet, and sticky was all Louis could feel, and it was all he had ever wanted, so
it didn’t take him long to cum, once again. It didn’t look like much, a meager
attempt at an orgasm you could say, only spurting a few drops onto his stomach,
almost cumming dry. . . But to Louis it felt like his entire world stopped. It
felt like he could finally be happy again because Harry was right there. He was
here and they were in bed, and they were disgusting and in desperate need of a
shower, but Louis didn’t want it any other way because to Louis it felt best
like this. He felt like it was just him and Harry and nothing could ever hurt
them again because they were HarryandLouis and that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Everything was okay again.
 
And if Harry carried Louis to the bathtub and put in one of the bath bombs he
had kept in case Louis ever came back, and scrubbed him clean and then going
for round two because Louis couldn’t take how Harry was touching him. . . Then
they did. And it’s no one’s business but theirs.
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