Falling Snow

Harry was sitting at his kitchen table, tapping his fingers and looking out the window, watching the snow fall gracefully from the sky. He took a sip out of the hot chocolate that’s it the mug next to him and went back to staring absent mindedly at the outdoor, watching individual snowflakes journey to the ground where they accumulated. Harry doesn’t even like winter. Harry hates the cold. He hates the storms, and he hates the ice. However, slight flurries like the ones that were happening relaxed him in a way. Once he finished his hot chocolate, he got up and decided to wait for Louis on the couch. He was off at the studio writing a song for the new album with Zayn, so Harry was left alone almost all day, which wouldn’t bug Harry normally but today it did for some reason. Maybe it was the feeling of want and need which has been burning up inside him all day but he wasn’t sure. Harry turned on the television on to something random to distract himself and curled up into a ball, wrapping himself in a blanket. It didn’t take long for Harry to drift asleep, awaiting Louis’ return. In his state of half consciousness, he heard the door creak open.

“Hazza, I’m home” Louis announced, and with that Harry woke up completely as Louis walked over and took a seat beside him. It was already dark by the time Louis returned home. That was another thing Harry hated about winter. It was always dark but whenever he mentioned that, Louis had a cheesy response like “why have sunlight when you light up my world enough as it is?” or “I get enough vitamin d from you.”

“How was the studio?” Harry questioned and Louis goes on telling him about the song that he wrote and a story of something stupid Zayn did. Harry listened carefully to everything Louis had to say but he couldn’t help but be distracted by the way his lips moved when he spoke. How he used his tongue to pronounce sounds and the feeling of want returned as Harry things of a better use for that tongue.

“…but the worse part of today, to be honest, was going outside. It’s so cold, I miss summer so much” Louis chuckled. Louis liked winter just as much as Harry did, if not more. (note the sarcasm)

“I can warm you up” Harry said, opening his blanket, letting Louis in to cuddle with him, who wrapped his arm around Harry. Harry looks up only to see Louis already looking down at him. His eyes were filled with fond and love towards him. Louis always looks at Harry like that. He made Harry feeling like the only boy in the world, like only he mattered and to Louis, it was true. Louis loved Harry so much that it hurt him. It hurt his head, chest and bones. He was completely whipped. Harry was his world, he was his everything. The feeling was completely mutual.

Harry brought one of his hands to cup one of Louis’ still cold cheeks, caressing it with his thumb before he reached up and lightly pressed his lips to his, kissing him gently. They pulled away after a few moments, but the distances between their faces were minimal. Harry smiled at Louis fondly and went back to kissing him, that time with more passion. He moved his hand up to Louis’ feathery hair while the other grabbed onto his shoulder. Both of Louis’ hands snaked around Harry’s waist, the right one moved up and down the small of his back. Harry moved so that he was straddling his lap, the blanket was completely off both of them. Louis bit Harry’s bottom lip, making him moan. He took that chance to bring his tongue into his mouth, fighting for dominance and with ease. He flipped them over so that it was Louis on top of Harry who took that to his advantage. He brought his hands down under Louis’ butt and stands up, holding him in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. Their lips were yet to detach from one another’s. Harry carries Louis upstairs into their dark bedroom. He didn’t bother turning on the light as he laid Louis down onto their bed. Out the window, you could see that the snow has picked up its pace. Louis climbed on top of Harry and started kissing his neck, leaving soft kisses along his collarbone. As he did that, Harry started playing with the hem of his boyfriend’s warm jumper attempting to send the hint that he wanted it off. Louis got the clue and allowed him to slide it off of him. Harry ran his fingers up Louis’ abdomen which made him shudder before he removed Harry’s top. He began peppering kisses down Harry’s firm chest and stomach to the top of his pyjama pants. He hooked his fingers around the hem and pulled them down along with everything underneath. Louis was face to face with Harry’s hard dick. He brought his mouth to the tip and slowly took in the full length.

“Mmmm Lou” Harry moaned, arching his back. Louis bobbed his head up and down, occasionally hitting the back of his throat making him gag which made Harry moan loudly in pleasure and he started pulling on Louis’ hair. “I’m close” Harry breathed out after a few moments. With that, Louis pulled away, making Harry groan in disappointment. Louis took off his pants and top before he went back to kissing harry.

“Turn around, love” he muttered into Harry’s mouth, and he followed the order while Louis grabbed the lube and condom from the nightstand beside their bed and applied it to his cock. Louis placed his hands on either side of Harry’s hips and slowly inserted himself into him. Both of them let out a loud moan. Louis thrusted twice gently, making sure that Harry is fully adjusted to his size before he picked up the pace. Louis grunted with every thrust he has made, and Harry let out a loud pornographic moan when Louis finally found his g spot. To amplify Harry’s pleasure, Louis began jerking him off while he continued at a steady pace. “I’m…”

“Me too” Harry cut Louis off right before he came, Louis followed not too long after. He dropped beside Harry and took him into his arms, against his chest. Harry listened to his heart beating rapidly from the activities they just took part in.

“I love you so much, Harry” Louis whispered, playing with Harry’s long curly hair. “I love you so much more than I’ll ever be able to show you.”

 “I love you too, Lou…” Harry replied before the two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, to the sound of the blowing wind outside.