relief next to me (by dolce_piccante on ao3)

9

Louis opened the door to his flat and squeaked. Harry stood in the doorway, leaning one arm high on the frame and smiling, exhaustion softening his gaze.

"What a lovely surprise!" He walked back two steps, Harry taking two steps inside. In one graceful motion, Harry lifted his leg backwards and gently kicked the door shut. "You've emerged from the land of butter and sugar."

Harry said nothing. He wrapped his arms around him, one arm draped over his shoulder and the other sliding up from his hip to his back, his hands linked. Their bodies made a soft crunching sound when they squeezed together, a deeper growled moan vibrated into Louis' body from Harry's lips on his neck.

Louis felt like he was being slowly mauled by a hybrid bear-lion, but he couldn't stop kissing under the hybrid bear-lion's freshly shaved chin. Harry made another satisfied sound, his hands sliding down Louis' lower back. He gripped his arse and groaned loudly, but his breathing went soft, his throat humming for each exhale.

"You're so tired, aren't you?" Louis asked, giggling and holding Harry's dead weight upright. "You're falling asleep standing up. On me." He pulled Harry's head by his hair, orienting his face towards him. "You didn't have to push yourself. You could have just gone to sleep."

Harry continued to smile sleepily. He hitched Louis up, large hands cupping his arse. Louis' eyebrows rose along with his body. His legs curled around Harry as if they already knew what to do, Harry's hips the perfect resting spot for his thighs. Harry kissed the right side of his neck, then the left, then the soft dip of his throat.

"Not too tired for you," he said, his voice even deeper than usual. "Never too tired for you."

"You know," Louis looked down at the floor moving under Harry's boots, "I usually don't care for people picking me up off the ground."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, tightening his hold around his waist.

"Yeah? Should I drop you?"

He let his arms go slack, Louis clutching at his shoulders and gasping, his legs tight enough around Harry's waist to leave bruises.

"Dick," he laughed, gently slapping his shoulder. His other hand was still clutched in his jacket. He looked over his shoulder at his flat. "Where are you taking me?"

Harry kissed the front of his throat.

"Sofa. Gonna take care of," one of his hands slid from Louis' arse to the front of his black skinnies, "this."

He squeezed and Louis shuddered into him, his face pressed against his ear for a shaky breath.

"You're hard already?" Harry teased softly, rubbing him firmer. Louis sucked his earlobe into his mouth, his tongue slowly swirling around the bite of skin. Harry's body vibrated with a moan. "Were you just sitting here playing with yourself?"

"I've been so horny all week. I've got no idea what's wrong with me. Maybe it was a full moon or something."

Harry laughed and bent over near the sofa, easing Louis' body onto the cushions. He stood up straight for just a second to shrug his coat off. His body flattened on top of him, Louis' arms and legs wrapping around him.

"There's nothing wrong with you," Harry breathed, brushing his lips under Louis' ear. He kissed down the soft skin of his neck, sniffing ever few kisses, his right hand massaging Louis through his jeans. "You being horny is a blessing, you fool. Fuck, you smell good tonight."

Louis tilted his head back, his stomach shaking with a laugh. Harry smiled up at him from his belt, his hands making quick work of pulling his skinnies down. His eyes scanned Louis' face, his smile going lopsided.