small bump - larry stylinson

everything

"Holy shit." Harry gasps, eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth falls open in bliss, "God, Louis. Fucking- I'm close.. so close, baby."

Louis lifts himself up on his hands, before gathering Harry better in his arms before fastening his pace, groaning to himself. He makes a dangerous decision of glancing down to see Harry's rim, red and wet, engulfing Louis' moving length, in, out, in, out, breathe, grind, in, out.

Harry moans incredibly loud that he's sure that their neighbor's frame hung up tilted to the side, "So good, Louis. Louis, ngh, ugh fuck- make me come, please."

"God, you're so beautiful, darling." Louis moans out, leaning down to kiss the lad. Harry gasps into the kiss, which is sure to be filled with saliva, tongue and teeth.

"I love you, Louis."

Louis breathlessly chuckles, pushing Harry's hair back, "So affectionate, lovely. I love you, too." Louis gives a sudden, sharp thrust up and Harry comes right there, head thrown back and a loud groan escaping from his lips, ending his orgasm with a whimper. Louis thrusts, deciding to just pop inside, because well, they've only been sleeping with each other for five years now, and they're first time are also with each other, so yes.

Louis thrusts one more time before stiffening, coming hard inside Harry. The lad winces, but strokes Louis' hair through it. Louis pulls out after receiving his high, gasping softly before collapsing beside Harry, "Shit, that was amazing, darling."

Darling, Harry loves it.

He yawns, cuddling close to Louis with a small smile. Louis' nose scrunches, sweaty and clammy skin making contact, "We smell, Haz. I'm afraid one of us has to get up to-"

Harry pouts, looking up at the other with wide glistening eyes, freshly fucked.

Louis groans, pecking Harry softly in the lips before standing up to retrieve a wet towel.

-

"Hey." Louis pecks Harry on the cheek as the lad emerges into the kitchen, "Good morning."

"Is there food?" Harry rubs his sleep eye.

Louis chuckles, "Sit down for second. I have to finish cooking the soup." It was cold for December, and winter's coming. Harry loves winter, whereas Louis hates it; cold water, cold metal handles, cold toilet seats and everything is cold.

"It's cold today." Harry says like both of them don't notice. He tugs on the sleeve of his sweater higher up his palms.

"Hm..." Louis hums back, preparing their table, "Tea or coffee?"

"Tea, please." Harry sits down on the table, hugging a leg up to his chest and resting his chin on it. Louis wants to fuck him, and love him altogether.

Louis makes Harry and himself cups of coffee before putting the mugs down on their table with a light kiss on Harry's forehead. "Eat up."

Harry pukes his breakfast on the toilet half an hour later. He and Louis are just cuddling on the couch when he had to run off to the bathroom to throw up. Louis rushed to his aid immediately, stroking Harry's back and pulling back his hair gently.

"Hey, hey." Louis frowns in worry, "Are you alright?"

"I don't know." Harry whines, standing up to brush his teeth. Louis flushes the toilet down with a wince.

"Are you sure? I can buy you medicine and stuff. Make an appointment with the doctor? Would we need that?" Louis asks, already worried.

"It's just puking, Louis." Harry's voice is slightly muffled with his toothbrush, "Maybe it's something you put on my tea."