Second star to the right - Larry

EPILOGUE

"Do you wanna tell me what's going on today? You've been quiet since you came home."

I look up at Harry from where I'm my head is resting on his bare stomach. "The boys want me to bring them to Kensington Gardens tomorrow."

It's been a year since Neverland practically evaporated, so I'm not surprised they want to see where they were once taken. I was expecting it to come up eventually, but I was still hesitating when I received the text—they've learned how to text now, which is rather convenient when Harry and I have our own place that is closer to our university.

"Is that something you want?"

"I wasn't sure when they asked, but I don't think I would mind. You can stay here, though, in case that's what you want."

"Do you want me to come?"

"Sure, but—"

"But nothing. I'm coming with you."

I kiss his stomach. "Thank you."

"Come here," he says, running a hand through my hair. "I want kisses."

"You always want kisses," I point out as I move up. "I'm surprised you haven't smothered me yet."

"Funny."

I giggle into his mouth, melting into his body as he kisses me slow and deep. My stomach swirls over and over again, one hand resting on his cheek as I move the other one into his hair and eventually let him slip his hands inside my shirt so he can push it up and over my head.

He rolls us over so I'm underneath him instead, then moves onto his knees so he can drag me down the bed and make me laugh in the process. His own chuckles make a pleasant warmth settle inside me, stomach swirling one more time as he absentmindedly runs his thumbs over my hipbones.

He leans down to bump his nose with mine, being gentle as he licks into my mouth and runs his hand down my side to rest it on my hip again. I reach between us to brush against his nipples, making him grind down against me as he whimpers into my mouth.

"Louis," he chuckles, pushing my thighs apart. "You're teasing."

I hum as I move around until our cocks are rubbing together through our trackies. "Are you complaining?"

"Never, baby."

I tug him down so I can kiss him again, slipping my tongue back into his mouth until I can taste the tea he was drinking when I came home earlier. Arousal bubbles low in my stomach, but there's no urgency to the way Harry is touching me, not even when he's pulling my trackies and boxers down and getting undressed as well.

He leans back down to catch my mouth as I place a hand on his neck to keep him in place. He kisses me slowly, tongues meeting outside our mouths so our lips are barely touching. It's slow and gentle, yet wet and messy, enough to make the butterflies in my stomach run amok in a way they always do when it comes to him.

I spread my legs some more, bending them as Harry breaks the kiss so he can look down between us to see me trail my hand down his stomach. He holds himself up on his elbows to give me enough room as I gently move my hand lower and lower to curl it around his cock—loosely and with not enough pressure.

"H," I breathe, using my other hand to tug on his hair so he looks up at me again. "Fuck me."

"Fucked you in the shower this morning."

"Fuck me again."

He hums as he reaches down to grab my thigh. "Needy."

I smile as I move my hand up and down his cock, teeth catching his bottom lip as he thrusts into my hand. I suck a bruise into his jaw by his ear, knowing that right now every touch is merely a tease and nothing more, pure build-up with no relief in sight. Harry sinks his teeth into my neck, gasping as I squeeze around his cock and drag my hand up to thumb over the tip.