loucifer ✔

twenty nine

After making a big mess in the kitchen and fixing each other's plates they sat in the living room watching football, Louis hates the sport, but the only time he watches it is if his 'friends' are competing.

too bad Harry's for the other team.

Louis had to be on for the Doncaster Rovers.

Louis looked at Harry and took out his phone, sighing and opening his latest text message,

sunshine: you see me!?!!

louis: yea!! you look great babe!

sunshine: I got socked tho :-(

sunshine: hurts

sunshine: ..like a lot

louis: poor baby

louis: at least you got a goal, right? :)

sunshine: three, actually

sunshine: pay attention tommo

louis: well shit, okay mr. I-got-three-goals-in-a-row

sunshine: them dashes tho ;)

louis: I hope coach stomps on your phone and breaks it

sunshine: fuck you.

louis: done that like..three years ago?

sunshine: fUCK

sunshine: THAT'S SO LONG AGO

louis: go back in the game so I can make fun of you to my boyfriend.

sunshine: I'm your boyfriend

louis: teehee, cough

Louis locked his phone to see Harry starting at his flat screen, Louis wants to find a way to mess with him. Louis wants to be the center of his attention.

not that goddamn TV.

so he laid on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, lifting his bum slightly in the air, if nothing else could get Harry's attention he knows one thing that probably will.

he moaned loudly as he placed his hand under his stomach to make it look like he was touching himself, he could feel Harry's eyes roaming up and down his body.

"Louis." Harry mumbled, trying not to look at his partner.

"mm, say my name like that again." Louis moaned smiling as his face is deep in the pillow.

"Louis, chill.." Harry breathed, trying not miss a single thing.

"c'mon daddy.."Louis said, crawling over to Harry's lap, slithering his hand up the man's thigh for his zipper.

"you can still watch the game," Louis whispered, unzipping Harry's pants touching the warm skin of his dick, "just don't get too into it."

Harry gulped and threw his head back as Louis swirled his thick tongue around Harry's tip.

"Louis..please-- fuck." Harry mumbled, Louis seemed to enjoy Harry saying his name with the word please, he's sounds so soft and vulnerable.

"mhm." Louis hummed as he bobbed his head, looking up at Harry who was trying to keep his eyes open, he ran his fingers through Louis' hair and gripped it tightly as he groaned.

"Goal!!" the TV reporter shouts in triumph, Redditch scored instead of Doncater, but who cares.

"Ah!" Harry whimpered, throwing his head back, staring at the ceiling as Louis cups his hands and strokes Harry's length fastly, "oh shit!" Harry shouts, moaning with a light chuckle.