Larry smut

pits of love

⚠️by 𝙡𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry smells Louis' sweat for the first time after they've moved in together. His alpha goes a bit wild.

⚠️words: 3936

⚠️ there's a part two to it so if y'all like it lmk🖤

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The first time it happens is during the first month Harry and Louis are living together. Harry has known just how much he loves Louis' scent since the day they met. A mix of vanilla and cinnamon that makes his head dizzy.

Before the two moved in together, Louis had always either been freshly showered or just coming from his job as a receptionist. His scent was always the same, maybe a hint of the other alpha's or omega's he was around during the day, but that was it. Vanilla and cinnamo. That's what Harry knew and loved.

Until the first time Louis left the house to go on his evening run. Harry had never been to Louis' old place during Louis' exercise time; either he came over after or Louis decided not to do his run that night. So really, Harry doesn't think he should be held responsible for the way he reacts the first time he smells Louis' sweat.

He's sitting on the couch in the living room, flicking through the list of recordings to see what they could watch tonight. Louis' been gone for about fifteen minutes so he should be back soon. Harry gets anxious letting his Omega out at night, but he knows Louis would kill him if he tried to follow him.

Harry frowns at his thoughts, reminding himself of Louis' very bare neck. A nek that does not have Harry's mark on it.

It's not as if Harry worries that Louis doesn't want it. They've discussed that they'll go through the process next time Louis is in heat. That doesn't mean Harry is okay with the fact that he's not bonded to his Omega, even if he knows the waiting is necessary.

The smell of said vanilla approaching brings him out of his thughts. There's something different about the smell once Louis' opened the door and there's no barrier between them, but Harry can't quite place it. Yet.

"Do you think we'll have some ice cream tonight? Or are we skipping?" Louis seats himself on Harry's lap, arms wrapping around his neck.

Harry nearly chokes as the  smell invades his nostrils completely, something that smells less sweet than usual. He inhales deeply, searching for the source, eyes zeroing in on where he can see Louis' sweat through his shirt. Clearing his throat, Harry brings a hand up to hold the back of Louis' neck.

"Depends on if you want pasta or burgers tonight," Harry says, doing his best to ignore the fact that he's pretty sure his growing dick is less to do with the boy sitting in his lap, and more to do with Louis' sweat.

Louis pauses to pout, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Which one lets us have ice cream?"

"Burgers. The pasta is already filling enough and if you eat that and the ice cream, you'll complain about feeling bloated."

"I do not complain that much."

Harry smiles, shaking his head. "Yes, you do, Omega."

"Whatever."

Not being able to stop himself, Harry looks back to Louis' pit. "You wanna lay down with me for a bit, lovely?" He questions, hoping he'll be able to get closer to the enticing scent.