Wrong Place To Rob [L.S.]

Ten:

I don't know why you're still alive.

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[You're welcome. Obviously the video is what's happening rn. Watch it, multiple times. It's heaven. Same vid in links below if it doesn't work)

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"I don't want you to die."

Harry's soft lips slid over his own, connected shortly, slid again. It was so soft, so intimate.

He went with it, he kissed him back.

Louis didn't know what came over him, but Harry's lips lightly brushing and touching his own was maybe the best feeling he'd felt, ever.

It was so intimate, so sincere.

It wasn't sloppy or hungrily kissing. It meant something, it meant something how Harry softly kissed his upper lip, his lower lip, both. How he occasionally let the tip of his tongue graze Louis' lips and how they both shivered a bit when they accidentally did it at the same time, they're tongues meeting for the first time, and lingered a bit longer, mouths a bit more open, as only the tip of they're tongues lightly caressed eachother.

Without acknowledging it, Louis' hand had slowly gone into Harry's hair at the side and back of his head, softly letting his fingers slip through it while his curly fringe hung above or sometimes against his bare chest, since he'd slept in only his trousers because the duvet was warm enough.

Harry leaned more on one elbow to softly let his other hand slide over Louis' shoulder, caress his arm, his jaw and cheek. Nose and chin lightly touching every now and then because of their upside down position.

Another shiver went down Louis' spine as Harry licked his own lower lip. Not to make it wet like you'd normally do, but to pick up Louis' saliva lingering on it.

He could melt in this, both of them. Eyes closed, goosebumps on Louis' skin under Harry's light touch on his cheek, neck, shoulder, collarbone. Harry too couldn't help but breath shaky breaths between the very light kisses they shared, extremely much enjoying the tender way Louis fingertips caressed his scalp and brushed through his hair.

Since they didn't fully kiss, they didn't really need to pull away for air. Louis didn't know how long they just laid there, lips red and wet by now but still longing for Harry's every few milliseconds they were away.

He wasn't shaking like before. He was nervous but he wasn't shaking like in every intimate moment they'd had. He was relaxed, not even noticing the muscles in his arm burning from holding it up to Harry's head for so long. He'd occasionally left Harry's hair and brushed his cheek, and what he did notice was how soft his skin was, how nice the moving muscles in his cheek felt when he kissed Louis.

It wasn't until Harry tilted his head to the side that Louis actually realised what was going on. Harry deepened the kiss only a little bit as his head was now not completely upside down but more like ninety degrees to Louis' face so it was almost impossible not to lightly suck on Louis' lips.

Louis' hand tightened a bit in Harry's hair when he did that, so Harry did it again, more, better, which made a little moan escape Louis' mouth.

Their lips didn't disconnect anymore like they did the past minutes. Neither of them had an idea how long they'd been kissing, but Harry's breathing quickened as Louis sucked back on his lips. Everything seemed to be in slow-motion, even the way the kiss fastened a little and even though Louis felt like the light way Harry'd kissed him was what made it mean something, when he deepened the kiss, it felt even more intimate. Louis' hand gripped lightly in Harry's hair, without the intention to, he let him know how much he liked it, how much he craved his lips and tongue.

In their breath, they both made a little moan after their lips parted once again with a known sound and they were both panting heavily.

As Harry just kept hovering over Louis for a second, Louis leaned upwards to peck Harry's lips again, hoping he'd get the message and go back to kissing him, but Louis frowned when he didn't. Instead he backed away and laid on his back on his own bed again, still panting heavily just like Louis.

Minutes past by.

"I'm sorry," Harry breathed, but Louis didn't want him to be sorry, he wanted him to repeat the past minutes, "I- I don't know what came over me."

Without thinking, Louis crawled out of bed, the room still dark, and with only one step he stood next to Harry's bed.

Harry laid on his back with his hands flat over his face, panting so heavily it almost sounded like he was either going to cry or going to have an asthma attack.

Luckily, neither of those things happened when Louis went to lie down on Harry's bed, on Harry, thigh naturally laying between Harry's legs and he failed to do it softly as his hands kind of slammed Harry's chest so he inhaled and looked in shock at the boy laying on him.

He couldn't believe it, why would Louis do that. How could he ever want this when Harry was supposed to kill him, when Harry had treated him like shit. Even though he had been overly friendly, cute even, trying to take care of Louis, you still had to remember Louis had been locked in a single room without any furniture, obligated to sleep on the floor and live with one or two sandwiches a day.

He had been feeling guilty all week, but right now, it hit him so hard he had to blink back tears.

Louis leaned down and softly kissed his lips, Harry's mind went blank. All the guilt, everything he was thinking of disappeared when those lips touched his. He laid one arm around Louis' bare waist and slowly, softly turned them over so Harry was lying on Louis, holding as much of his own weight up as he could.

Louis' eyes were closed as his head dipped back in the pillow, still panting with his lips parted lightly, and Harry examined them. He examined all the beautiful features he could notice on Louis' face like his soft, tanned skin, his sharp jawline and his long eyelashes, his tiny nose and the way his hair curled only at the tips. And his swollen lips, which were his fault, and suddenly he needed to kiss them again, so he did.

He cupped the smaller man's face, his arm slightly touching Louis' as he tangled his fingers in Harry's curls again. It was blessing, to say the least, how the kiss had gone passionate without them even noticing.

Harry suddenly kissed the corner of Louis' mouth, he placed kisses up his jawline and right behind and below his ear, and down his neck, where he sucked with some of those kisses and nibbled a bit, especially when Louis moaned softly with one hand tangled in Harry's hair and fingers of the other dipping in his back.

They both panted heavily and Harry moved to Louis' lips again. Louis didn't even try to think how stupid he was for doing this, until Harry let his head fall next to Louis', lips pressed to his shoulder but not moving. He didn't understand at first, until he felt the strong muscles on his back shift and he heard soft sounds.

Soft, muffled sounds of crying.