relief next to me (by dolce_piccante on ao3)

14

"That was poetic," Louis said breathily. He squeezed his hand in Harry's hair, guiding his mouth down again, sweet breaths puffed against his lips. "And really hot."

Their mouths opened together with a hissed suck, Louis pushing his tongue inside, Harry's eyes falling shut. Harry gripped Louis' arse, rubbing his palms inward for deep circles, his tongue matching the rhythm of his squeezes. He pulled his cheeks slightly apart, their lips smacking with each new suck.

"We need lube," Harry murmured.

"Mmm, yeah," Louis nodded, "you're right."

Harry's middle finger grazed between his cheeks and Louis bucked up against him, releasing a soft noise into his mouth. He reached between Harry's legs and wrapped his hand around him, Harry humming and pressing his lips harder against Louis'. Everything felt like it was moving much faster now, though Harry's touches were still easy.

"We gotta get," Louis started to say, his voice tapering off.

Harry finished, "Supplies," for him, but didn't move away, instead letting Louis' arms pull him down for another round of kisses.

One of Harry's hands slid up the back of his upper thigh. He pushed Louis' leg higher to bend at the knee and slid his hand up the back of his thigh, his hand nestling on the warm skin behind Louis' knee. He propped his foot on his shoulder and kissed the inside of his knee before returning to his lips, Harry's body weight pushing Louis' leg closer to his chest. Louis lifted his other leg and propped it on Harry's shoulder, his body bending in half with Harry pressing down on top of him, their lips searing together.

"You're so flexible," Harry said, lacing his fingers in Louis' hands. "So fucking hot, Lou, Christ."

He held his bent arms against the bed, Louis' ankles crossing behind his back. Louis' eyes bore into him, the electric blue colour able to overpower the haze of arousal settling in his head. Louis arched and pushed Harry down, his heels digging into his back. Harry bit Louis' bottom lip, his own lips snarling with the bite.

"We need supplies," Louis said, removing his mouth from Harry's. He licked his lips and stared at Harry, who was panting hot breaths out of his shuddering mouth, his eyes wide and glazed over, hands still holding Louis' against his pillow. Harry shifted minutely and Louis' eyes rolled back, hot bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. "You're making me so hard I can't think straight."

Harry loosened his hold and sat up, Louis' legs still hugging his hips. Louis swiped his hand over his forehead, pushing his fringe up and ruffling it. He pulled his hand away and saw sweat shining on his palm, his body already heated and buzzing. Harry's face came into view, his lips kissing Louis' open palm, tongue lapping at the salty skin. Louis looked from his hand to Harry. He seemed to be feeling the same sort of excited, sweaty anticipation, his face glowing.

Louis looped his arms around Harry's upper back and rolled him, kissing his lips hard enough to bruise, Harry gripping the backs of his thighs and humming into their kisses. The head of Harry's cock left a smattering of sticky wetness on Louis' stomach, his hips rolling upwards for even more friction.

"Shit, I keep getting distracted," Louis said on a breathy laugh. "You're very distracting." He let his body fall to the side of Harry. "Supplies. Yes?"

"Yes, supplies," Harry said, nodding and licking his lips. "Supplies. Yes."

Louis rubbed his fingers in the center of Harry's chest, massaging the divot between his pecs. He raised his eyebrows.

"You? Lube and condoms." He touched the center of his own chest. "Me? Towels."

"Sounds like a plan."