drink my tears and think of me, forget me not or i'll die in dreams.
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Harry has always been a bit of a people pleaser.
He knew it wasn't the healthiest thing ever to put other people's needs in front of his own, but he couldn't help the warm feeling that feathered into his heart when he dis something nice for another person. Especially if that person is the love of his life, and that something nice is having his throat fucked so hard that tears stream out of his eyes and his voice disappeared for a bit. Harry liked to be a good boy for Louis, and Louis knew this and absolutely relished it. He thanked the universe every goddamn day for sending him a soulmate who was beautiful, loves Louis and was so submissive that Louis actually worried about him at times.
But it's okay, they'd established a safe word, and Louis always made Harry promise to tell him if he'd gone too far. The last thing he would want is for Harry to feel like he owed him anything. No, he just wanted to revel in their love and maybe go at it really rough every once in a while.
Harry could always tell when Louis is in the mood for something a bit more salacious. After all, the two were practically made for each other. He knew that when Louis gets agitated at every small touch Harry made with another person, whether it's bumping shoulders with Liam, cuffing the back of Zayn's head or even stealing Niall's food, that it just meant he wanted to rip Harry's clothes off and absolutely ruin his boy.
And Harry lived for this, and for that reason, he loved to get Louis riled up. Teasing has always been a bit of a soft spot for the two boys, because they both loved doing it, yet they both hated being on the receiving end of it. No one likes to be teased, and no one likes a tease.
So Harry made sure to tease Louis relentlessly to get what he wanted, and he got what he wanted every damn time. It's a bit sweet, really, that the two of them know each other so well that Harry could get Louis in the mood so easily. He'd never known anyone to get hard from spitting water, but Louis continued to surprise him with his antics every day.
At the moment, Harry was trying so hard not to fall to his knees and start begging for Louis. Louis, oblivious, was currently chasing after Liam with a half-full water bottle, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and his wet tank top sticking to his skin. Harry could see the outline of his chest, and it took all of his willpower not to suck the soul out of him. Unfortunately, they were on stage, so Harry giving Louis head would not be ideal, even though he was pretty sure that most of the people would give up their firstborn to see something that obscene happen between the two of them. Putting that aside, he's sure that Simon would've have their heads and the media outlets would've absolutely destroyed them. Sure, there's some conspiracies, (mainly found by google on iphones) but nothing'd been confirmed.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Louis bit his lip through a grin and dumped all of the water on Liam, who unfortunately did not manage to get away in time. Liam screeched and grabbed a full water bottle and dumped it on Louis, drenching him even more and Harry was trying so hard to not get so hard. And maybe he as only proving Niall and Liam's point that he and Louis get aroused from literally nothing, but at the moment he really didn't give a fuck. All he wanted to give was Louis the most fantastic head of his life. And what was stopping him?
Oh, right.
The millions of people watching them preform.
...
When the five boys got back on the tour bus, Harry collapsed into his bunk and whined eagerly, tugging at Louis' arm to pull his lover up beside him. Louis smiled up at his boy and Harry almost melted before he realized what he wanted to do to Louis in the first place. He made a beeline for Louis' neck, attaching his lips to his soft skin almost immediately.
Louis let out a chuckle and pried Harry off of him. "So needy," he murmured. "What's got you all worked up?"
Harry scowled and swatted his arm. "You know what, Lou. You running around like a bloody god; you know exactly what you to do me. Sometimes I think you torture me just for the fun of it, and got no intentions to do anything," Harry said, and Louis smiled at him fondly.
"My poor boy," Louis cooed, pressing a feathery kiss to the top of his boy's head. "Gotta wait till we get back to the hotel, then you can have all of me, hm?" he responded and Harry whined again as the bus started to pull out of its parking spot. Hopefully, if he pushed the bus with his prayers, it'd move along quicker and he could get to dropping to his knees quicker.
To pray, of course. What else?
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