Privileged Murder

Forty

"Harryyyyyyyy!!!!! We are going to be late!"

Ugh. Just once. Just once I would like to be able to go for a piss in peace.

I opened the bathroom door so it was slightly ajar and done my best to project my voice so it would reach Louis downstairs "It's a private jet you dickhead! It leaves when we say!"

"Not the point and you know it. Still not an excuse to be lazy"

I ignored him and favoured not to reply straight away. Finishing up in the bathroom and washing my hands before heading out into the hallway and grabbing the remaining bags that were sitting by the open door to our bedroom, making my way to find Louis angrily tapping his foot on the bottom step on the staircase "Oh, I am sorry your Grace. I didn't realise that emptying my bladder was considered lazy"

He brought his hand up and trailed his fingers through the hair on the top of my neck "You're lucky you're cute" Smiling sweetly before pulling his hand away to slap me around the back of my head.

"Fuck you"

He turned on his heels towards the kitchen and decided to call back over his shoulder "You wish but I've made it very clear. Two times and no more" He smirked at the fact it had happened at all and I found myself smiling dopily when I noticed the slight wince he made whilst walking. Taking me back to this morning.

I was sleeping pretty peacefully with a heated body pressed up against my side and couldn't feel more comfortable until that certain heated body started to grind against my thigh which had my eyes flying open at the unexpected feeling. Louis was gripping my t-shirt between his fists but was still very much asleep, normally I love to watch him reacting to a dream but this opportunity was too good to go to waste by just watching him.

Reaching down under the covers to grab his thigh to haul him over my lap, he stirred slightly but didn't wake up, continuing to grind his hips down, but seeing as I had changed our positions his hips were moving down right onto mine "Louis? Lou baby?" Slowly running my hand up and down his back in an attempt to wake him up.

"What?!" He spat "You better have a bloody good reason for waking me up"

I laughed and the vibrations caused him to move on top of my chest "You're horny"

"I always am. What's your point?" He stated, moving to try and get comfortable on top of me.

He was still rolling his hips down and I think he was doing it subconsciously "You're grinding on me"

He stopped all movements "Oh" I chuckled under him again and mumbled a 'yeah' in agreement to his realisation. Silent for a moment until he whined a "Please" under his breath and resumed his hip actions.

"Need a hand baby?"  He nodded his head against my chest and breathed heavily against my neck "C'mon then..." I gripped his waist to keep him still as I shuffled myself up the bed so my back was resting against the headboard and Louis was sitting up straddling me. Taking this time to admire him, Louis really was a sight, his sleepy eyes had been drawn over with a lust-filled gaze, his hair was ruffled but slightly stuck to his forehead from where he had got himself worked up, his chest smooth and tattoos gleaming from sweat "You look amazing you know"

He ground his hips down the hardest he had done beforehand and made me let out a hiss at the intense contact my own crotch had just received "I do" He smirked "Now please- just do, something"

I held back a moan at the way he was begging for me, something so attractive yet intriguing about hearing Louis Tomlinson beg for anything, but the fact it was for me made my stomach do somersaults. Pushing Louis up onto his knees a bit so I could remove the boxers he was wearing, taking the opportunity to remove my own as well, he took the initiative and made grabby hands at my t-shirt in an attempt to get it off but in reality, he had no energy to do anything but moan and roll his eyes - not much different from other times really - Raising my arms so he would be able to pull it off over my head proved pointless as he didn't even have the energy to raise his own arms.