Cocaine for Breakfast

Lucky Ones

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"But if you'd just take off your mask

You'd find out that everything's gone wrong"

The 1975, Robbers

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  Louis hisses through gritted teeth as his body slams against the door and the back of his head follows, hitting the wood with a loud bang. Fortunately, the pain subsides quickly as Harry sucks the skin of his exposed neck into his mouth.

" Nrrgh ," Louis moans, his eyelashes fluttering shut and his fingers digging into the fabric covering Harry's waist. " Please ," he gets out, directed at the ceiling, his voice raspy and dripping with hot desperation.

Harry kisses along his throat, nibbling at his jawline which is seeded with fine stubble because hell, Louis never quite has time to shave in the morning — not when Harry is always right next to him, looking like a wet dream materialised in the dirty sheets. Even after three years, Harry still has the same effect on him that he did when they first met.

"Harry —" Louis clings to him more, bringing their crotches together.

Louis can't help himself. He is becoming restless — has been all day — so he starts moving his hips, rubbing himself against the hard outline of Harry's cock.

"Want you so fucking bad."

Harry huffs a chuckle against his skin. "I can see that," he says, keeping his tone low as if they aren't alone in the room, though they are.

Actually, there is nobody home at all currently. Alex has fucked off to Tristan's or wherever — it's not like Louis keeps track of anyone but Harry. But he does know that they have all night and all morning.

Still.

"C'mon, c'mon," Louis urges.

Despite his pleas, Louis doesn't move more than his hips, grinding forward. They have a wonderful bed just a few steps away, but it seems so far. They probably won't make it. Instead Harry will take him right here against the door, not that Louis would mind.

Harry cups his chin, his fingers hard against the bone, and brings their lips together in a heated kiss. Louis' mouth is already open, and their tongues meet halfway. Harry's tongue rolls over his slowly, as if he is licking a fucking lollipop, the tip catching on his upper lip and leaving drops of spit behind. It's filthy. Louis lets out a high moan through his nostrils, his fingers practically digging holes through Harry's shirt from how hard is hanging onto him.

"Shh, I've got you," Harry whispers when Louis whimpers into his mouth.

Louis' chest rises and falls heavily as sweat breaks out all over his body. He feels too hot and his jeans are too tight, building pressure where his sensitive cock is already wetting his pants with pre-cum.

Louis' eyelashes flutter open and their eyes lock. Green meets blue and Louis inhales deeply, trying to calm his racing heart.

They've got all night, all fucking morning, he reminds himself again. But that doesn't matter much to his body, it seems.

Harry is just as affected as he is, though. His green eyes are glazed over and dark, with a glint in them that nearly brings Louis to his knees.

It makes sense that their bodies are reacting this way. It has been awhile since they have had sex. Time is always flying past them, or there are always too many damn people around. They've been trying to make it work, but after long days running around the city trying to work their way up in rank, they come home exhausted, falling into bed and that's it. Even their morning showers together are cut short by Alex marching in and blow-drying his bloody hair until it's fried.