Larry Oneshots

Better Late Than Never

Summary: Louis has to go to work but Harry's fine with being late.

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"Mm," Harry shifted his arms tighter around his cushion. Lips curling in a dazed happiness as he pecked the softness. "Wha?" He mumbled sleepily with a pout, peeling his eyes open to see a pillow beneath him instead of his usually tiny and cuddly husband. 

"Morning sleepyhead." Louis stifled a laugh from where he stood watching his lover against their dresser.

It seemed to take Harry a moment to actually realize that he was awake and that Louis was there, dressed and ready to go.

"Shit." Harry cursed, eyes still heavy with sleep. He pushed himself onto his forearm and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, "Shit. Fuck. Shit." Late.

He yanked the covers off, exposing his bare body to the cool air.

"Hey, relax," Louis's voice soothed him, reading the mans mind and gently pressing a hand onto his chest to get him back onto the bed. "You're not late." 

"I'm not?"

"No," Louis sat next to his husband, taking his hand and kissing his cheek. "Breakfast is on the counter and I called to have lunch delivered for you. All you have to do is shower and head out in the next forty-five minutes." He smiled sweetly.

Harry sagged, his eyes going soft with fondness. "I love you."

"I know." Louis winked, moving to stand up. 

It was then that Harry saw Louis in all his work-uniform glory. The smaller man wore a fitted, long-sleeved button up top. The navy blue color making his eyes shine. Along with tight, black slacks and his usual dark dress shoes. His curves were on full display, and Harry was shamelessly staring. 

"Well?" Louis crossed his arms and jutted his hip out. "I bought you some time but if you waste it by sitting there, I'm going to finish the last episode of Criminal Minds by myself."

Harry scoffed, standing up and wrapping his arms around Louis's waist, pulling him in. "You wouldn't."

Louis just hummed, pressing his lips to Harry's as the man leaned down. 

They both sighed into the kiss, mouths molding together in a practiced pattern. Harry trailed his hands down to his lovers hips, tugging them closer and Louis tangled his fingers into Harry's curls. 

"Mmm," Louis moaned, tapping the others' neck. "I have to get to work."

The curly haired man let out a groan. "Work can wait a minute, yeah?"

Harry pried into Louis's mouth with his tongue, lifting the boy onto his toes. 

"I can't, I can't! I have to get to work." Louis giggled and  unwrapped himself from his lovers warm embrace, going to grab his phone from his nightstand. 

Harry let out a whine, following his husband and twisting the boy around by his waist. "What if... we are... just a teensy bit late?" He suggested while pecking Louis's lips, moving down to his jaw and then his neck.

Louis's eyes fluttered shut as Harry sucked on his neck. Reluctantly, he pushed his lovers hands hands away. "No. Nope. Rain check. Seriously, I can't be late to work again."

"But we had so much fun last night. Better late than never, right?" Harry whispered into the boys ear, vigorously snatching the boy back to his chest and kissing along his shoulder as he slowly unbuttoned his blue top. 

Louis cursed himself, his body melting into his husband's touch.

Harry's breath was hot against his neck. Large hands massaging his chest and roaming up to give his nipples a pinch.