I'm in Love With A Criminal

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"Ooh, HARRY!" Louis screamed as Harry thrusted hard into his prostate. He tightened his grip on his shoulders and threw his head against the wall.

"Yeah, you like that?" Harry husked as he fucked him against the bathroom wall.

They thought it would be alright if they took a calmed, relaxed shower together the morning after they made love. It would innocent, they thought. Little did they know, only minutes after getting into the heated water would they be fucking each other hard.

"God, yes!" Louis moaned. "Like that, please!"

"Fuck, Louis!" Harry yelled, grabbing Louis' thighs and going harder than ever. "Louis!"

His eyes rolled back and his jaw dropped, too wrapped up in the pure pleasure.

"Louis," Harry groaned once more.

"Da-" Louis started.

"Louis, wake up baby."

In a split second, Louis was opening his eyes and looking up at Harry. He was looking back down with his eyes full of, not concern, but what seemed to be lust and cheeky.

He looked around and realized that it was in fact the morning after they made love, but they were just now waking up. In their bed. Not in the shower.

"Uhm..." Louis whispered.

"Were you dreaming something? You... have a little problem," Harry smirked, eyes trailing down his body.

A blush creeped on Louis' face. He was lost for words, but tried his best to stay calm with no reactions to anything. Nothing happened, it was only a dream. He's fine.

Seeing that Louis was trying to hide his embarrassment, Harry chuckled to himself. He lifted his chin with two fingers so they would make eye contact once again. "Can you be a good boy and tell daddy what your dream was?"

Louis thought he could keep his dignity. But with Harry talking like that and starting to press against his hard member, he had to bite his lip to keep a moan from coming out. He can stay strong. He won't lead into temptations. His bottom already hurt from last night. He didn't need more pain.

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Here he was, being fucked against the wall with the steaming hot water from the shower running down their bodies as he held onto Harry's arms for support. Just like his dream.

The bathroom echoed with the sound of their skin slapping and their moans of satisfaction. They tried to be quiet in case any of the boys were awake and starting their days. But how could either of them try to be quiet when they were too caught up in the pleasure?

They weren't as romantic and calm as they were last night, either. Praise was being thrown every second, hair pulling was a big factor, and many more kinks were being used. Harry wanted the world—even if they were stuck in the middle of the woods, no where near civilization—to know about them.

When they were finished, Harry carried a half-asleep Louis back to the bed and pulled the blanket over them. He brought Louis' limp body towards him and began running circles along his body.

"What are you wanting to do today?" Louis asked.

Harry whined and pulled them closer. "Stay like dis," he mumbled.

Louis let out a small laugh. "As much as I would love that, we should do something."

"Why?"

Silence filled the room for a short span of time. "Do you know what day it is?"

Harry thought for a moment. "Christmas Eve?"

At first, he didn't get a response. It was deathly quiet. That is until Louis nodded. "Yeah... we should do something. Like, bake cookies for tonight."

"Ah, so you are the one to believe in Santa Claus," Harry chuckled, teasingly poking and tickling him slightly.

"Of course," Louis giggled. "He's more real than the Easter Bunny."

"Hey, I take offense to that."

"Why would a rabbit lay random eggs everywhere?" Louis snorted.

"Because it's the Easter Bunny," Harry playfully rolled his eyes. "Why would a big old man sneak into children's houses late at night, steal their food, and give them presents?"

"You clearly haven't watched 'Santa Claus is Comin' to Town' that premieres every Christmas season on ABC," Louis scoffed.

"I have, and it scared the shit out of me," Harry said, earning another laugh from his... boyfriend? Lover?

Louis sat up and looked down at him. "Can we please do something Christmas related? You haven't even decorated yet."

"Why would I?" Harry shrugged. "I never celebrated Christmas, so why should I start now?"

Louis furrowed his eyebrows and puckered his lips, tilting his head in deep thought. After a few moments he ran to the closet, grabbed some clothes for the two of them (along with a lot of snow gear) and came back to the bed. He threw everything on the bed and made Harry change into the clothes, along with putting stuff on himself, before dragging him by the hand out of the bedroom.

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A/N- sorry for the short chapter!! I was going to add more but I decided to make the next chapter into the Christmas chapter. As always, thank you for being so patient for updates. I only have about a month left of my marching season then I should (hopefully) have a bit more time to update!