wildest dreams ⎮ l.s.

lucky fucker (2/2) [eng.]

hier ist dann auch endlich mal die Fortsetzung zum Kapitel hiervor.. ich hoffe, es gefällt euch :)

summary:

He gently tucks on them, receiving a low moan and breaking into a smile. "I got a present for you baby" "You have?" Harry asks confused. Louis nods, pecks his lips and strokes his hair out of his eyes. "Wanted to give you something before tour starts... you know? For a good start baby. As we always did, before Tour started, back in the days." "We fucked" is all that Harry says before breaking into a grin and looking up at Louis with wide eyes. "This is a wet dream coming true." It is exactly what he means. It is a wet dream coming true. Being woken up to have Sex with your husband. "I love you Lou" "I know Baby, and I love you, that's why you get the present."

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Louis is proud of Harry and has a very sex involving present for his husband.

word text:

Harry is the first to wake up the next morning, feeling Louis and his limbs tangled together while the latter lays on him with his whole body, arms tightly around his neck. It's been like that for the past ten years. Falling asleep while Louis spoons him and waking up to a cuddly Louis who never wants to let Harry go to let him do his business. He wiggles himself out of his husbands hold, gets out of bed and silently walks into the bathroom to empty his bladder. A happy sigh leaves his lips as the pressure decreases, so he hurries to wash his hands and get back to Louis' warm body. His steps are slow and noiseless because Louis has become quite the light sleeper in the last year and Harry doesn't want jetlag to hit his husband like a train. So, he sets an alarm to eight thirty, still early for Louis, to wake both of them back up if he falls asleep cuddling Lou.

Carefully he sneaks under the duvet, pulls his arms around Lou and buries his nose in his hair. Louis hums happily at the cuddle which makes Harry pull hum even closer and quickly fall back asleep.

He wakes up absolutely pissed because he just had a wet dream about his Husband giving him mind blowing (literally) head and – holy shit. His hand slides down his belly, just to find his dick fully erect and slick with spit. As he opens his eyes, Louis grins at him from under his covers, lips wet from licking them over and over again and cheeks red. "G'morning Hazzie" louis whispers sweetly, crawling onto his lap and leaning down to press a kiss to Harrys lips. "Lou" is the only thing coming out of Harrys mouth, but that isn't something to worry about, his whole mind is stuffed with louis right now (and the pleasure from his penis). Harry's eyebrows furrow, Hands cupping Louis jaw in a pitiful try of pushing his husband back down to his dick. "Want me to blow you? Fuck my mouth and make my voice sound completely raw and fucked?" And fuck, Harry wants that. Louis just grins at him before leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss. In a reflex the curly haired pulls Louis closer by his hips, moaning as he feels his dick rub against the soft flesh of his husbands' thighs. "Gotta ask me nicely, H" Louis teases, crinkles by his eyes from amusement about how desperate Harry is right now. But who can hold it against him? Having a wet dream come true doesn't quite fill your mind with many things except wanting to come. "God Lou, just fucking end what you started, and I'll be all yours this evening"

Louis grins, presses a last kiss to Harrys lips and goes back down under the duvet, instantly wrapping his lips around Harry's dick. A groan escapes the man's lips, hands clawing the fluffy hair and hips bucking forward. It's obscene. Watching as Louis bobs his head, tongue working on the underside of Harrys dick while he keeps his gaze locked with Harry's. "Lou, god tha- that mouth of yours, fuck..." His fist tightens in Louis' hair as he goes completely down on Harry, nose pressed against the smooth skin of Harrys belly. Harry looks down and that's all it takes for him to come down Louis' throat. Louis coughs as he breaks away from H, wipes the corner of his mouth and settles on Harry's lap. He watches Harry catch his breath and then smile up at him lazily. "Good morning, Babe" Louis croaks a "Morning Haz" out, voice absolutely fucked and making Harry smirk. "Got to get ready for the day baby" Louis hums and gets up. "Take a shower, I'll lay your clothes out" – "Thank you baby" Naked as he is (Louis apparently got rid of his boxershorts before making his dream come true) he walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water rinse down his body before he lathers himself in his strawberry scented shower gel and vanilla scented shampoo. When he's done with that he rinses everything off and out, steps out of the shower and dries himself off with a towel before ties it around his hips and steps back into the hotel room. Louis stands in front of their luggage, picking out his own clothing as there is a pile of clothes on the bed.