Here comes the sun - Larry

EPILOGUE

NEARLY TWO YEARS LATER

I'm in a hurry to get home, mainly because it's been a stupidly long day, but also because I'm freezing my ass off. I have a coffee to warm my hands, but I'm still wearing a long-sleeved shirt underneath my jersey and Harry's hoodie over it. I've been smelling like him all day, too, not just because I'm wearing his hoodie, but because he's picked up the habit of spraying my jersey with his cologne. It's quite lovely, really.

I skip up the stairs to our flat, then sigh in relief when I step inside. I put down my stuff, then kick off my shoes before I walk further inside. The coffee table is filled with notebooks and papers and whatever else Harry is using to write his book. He's had the day off, so I'm not surprised to see him working on something that isn't homework.

"Babe," I say, tugging his head back so it's resting against the back of the sofa, "you're making a mess."

"I'm being productive."

I lean down to kiss him upside down. "I missed you today."

He reaches up to place a hand on the back of my neck—after he's pushed my beanie off—keeping me in place while he kisses me back. "I missed you more."

I pull back after another moment, kissing his nose before I straighten up. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"I bought that shampoo you like."

"Here," I say, handing him my coffee, "you can have the rest of this."

"Because I bought you shampoo?"

"No, because I love you."

"Then why didn't you buy me one?"

"Because it wasn't my treat."

He grins while I make my way to the bathroom. I'm relieved to get under the hot water, but I've only just washed the shampoo out of my hair when Harry steps in behind me.

He presses his front against my back, brushing his lips against my ear. "Need some help?"

"I'm perfectly capable of showering on my own."

"Really?"

"Really." I lean back against him despite my words. "I thought you were trying to be productive."

"I could use a break."

"Yeah?"

He kisses me under the ear, making me shiver all over—it drives me wild that he can still tease me until I'm losing my mind. "I could also use a fuck."

"Right, because we didn't do it twice this morning."

"I'm not saying we didn't," he chuckles, reaching around me to trail his hand up my stomach before he wraps it around my throat to squeeze gently. "But you were the one getting fucked both times. I believe it's my turn now."

Harry might have preferred being top in the past, but with me, he's very much versatile. And I definitely don't mind. I wanted it from the very beginning, to take him the way he took me during our first time. It's been nearly two years since then, and I've definitely had my share of topping. And bottoming, too, obviously, given that we still have a hard time keeping our hands off each other, but it's easier now that I'm not new to it anymore.

"Fuck," I mumble, pushing my ass back against him when he lets his hard-on drag along the cleft of it.

He turns me around instead, taking ahold of my waist when he kisses me, holding me close while he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. Even though we've done this a hundred times before, my body still tingles with the anticipation of what comes next. He lifts me up instead, then presses me against the wall while I wrap my legs around him.