relief next to me (by dolce_piccante on ao3)

15

"Are you going to fall asleep on me?"

"No, just need—Just need a breather," Louis said, panting and shaking on his stomach. "Just a moment. Just..."

His head felt like a cavern, the sounds of skin against sheets and hurried breaths and whimpered moans echoing around loud enough to drive him insane in the best way. Harry's lips brushing over the back of his neck brought him out of his mental cavern.

Louis whispered, "God damn," and smiled with his eyes shut.

Harry's hands slid down his lower back to smooth warm circles over his arse cheeks. Those hands held Louis down and fucked him so fiercely that he could still feel Harry inside of him, even after collapsing on each other nearly thirty minutes previous. Louis didn't know how Harry could quietly chat about the best food colouring to use in frosting one minute and then not let Louis budge an inch while getting fucked through the mattress the next.

Lips nibbled along the back of his ribs, Harry's kisses moving side to side at random. Harry gently squeezed his hips and Louis giggled, bending his right leg to press his inner thigh into the mattress.

"Aren't you the one who usually teases me for dozing off?"

"I don't mind when you doze off," Louis said with his lips stuck to his pillow, his eyes still shut and his voice barely audible. "Adorable snore and sleepy face and all."

Harry smiled against the base of his spine, letting his forearms slide under Louis' stomach. He squeezed for a beat, rubbing his nose along the upper curve of his right arse cheek. His cheek melded with Louis' lower back, his eyelids growing heavy. Louis reached behind himself and stroked Harry's hair. Harry's lashes fluttered on his skin, goosebumps rising from the delicate sensation.

"You're so warm," Louis said, the speed of his fingers slowing.

Harry lifted his face and used his feet to push himself up the mattress. He kept his arms around Louis' middle, his body curving around his back to press their skin together.

"This okay?" Harry asked. As a reply, Louis' feet slotted between his own, an uncontrollable smile bursting onto Harry's face. "You want me to pull up the blankets?"

Louis hummed and gripped Harry's forearm, pulling him just a touch closer and placing Harry's hand on his own chest.

"Nope."

Harry nudged his face into the curve of Louis' neck, both settling down and breathing softly. Louis lifted Harry's hand to his face and rubbed his knuckles over his cheek, curling around Harry's arm. Harry smiled, exhaling a small laugh over Louis' neck. He rubbed his palm over Louis' chest.

"You're good at being the little spoon."

Louis chuckled.

"That's what Zayn always says."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, his palm halting on Louis' chest.

"What? You spoon with Zayn?"

"Not frequently, but it has happened," Louis said, shrugging his shoulders. He kissed Harry's knuckles, pressing his thumbs into his palm and massaging slow circles. "Liam, too."

"Hmm."

The deep hum of his voice caused Louis to look backwards, smirking and tapping his fingers against Harry's forearm. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Jealous?"

Harry's face relaxed into a smile, faint blush colouring his cheeks. He shook his head and pursed his lips, kissing Louis' bare shoulder.