Have I forgotten how to love; remind me once again

Chapter Twenty-Seven

A finger is poking Louis' cheek, quickly followed by a slightly gruff voice laced with morning roughness yet still sugary sweet. A perfect combination, really. "Can I practice?"

"Hngh?" Louis hums, trying to nuzzle his face closer to Harry's chest and go back to sleep. Or at least that's what he thought he was doing, until laughter is shaking the body he is lying on top of. "Why are you trying to bury your face in my armpit?" Then another question, "I want to figure you out. Is it okay if I do that now?"

Finally, Louis' sleepy brain connects the dots, and his eyes open wide. Practice. Practice. All he can do is roll off Harry's body - somehow Louis has ended up on top of the younger boy during the night - and nod fiercely when he realizes what Harry is talking about.

The boy certainly doesn't waste any time and as soon as Louis is off him, Harry's mouth is on him. Neck. Ear. Nose. And of course, lips. Harry's alert state seems to point to him having been awake for a while, and the thought of him contemplating how to wake up Louis to get him off turns Louis on more than it should.

Another attributing factor to Harry being up for a while planning this is his hard cock rubbing down on Louis' thigh as Harry's tongue is prying open Louis' mouth.

Just as he feels caught up, kissing back with just as much as Harry is giving, their lips are parting and Harry's are quickly finding their way down to Louis' nipples where they're replaced with teeth biting lightly, drawing an instant moan from Louis.

"Practice makes perfect", that fucking minx hums around one of Louis' nipples, the other receiving attention from Harry's long fingers.

"Gngh", Louis tries, cursing his tongue for being so clumsy when his body is distracted. The next attempt at speaking is more successful. "Well, I won't argue that when your mouth is doing sinful things to me".

Louis can feel a huff of laughter from Harry spreading over his sensitive nipples and a shiver shoots down his spine - accompanied by a gasp. Louis doesn't even wonder whether or not Harry's parents have left for work - hell, he doesn't even know what time it is, and he honestly couldn't care less.

"I think it's safe to say you like this", Harry says, smiling mischievously up at Louis, immediately following it up with a slow lick across Louis' left nipple, just to watch the reaction flash across the other boy's face.

"What else? What else?", Harry hums between kisses trailing down Louis' abdomen. It's more to himself than Louis, and when the latter is about to respond, Harry holds up a hand. "I'd like to find out for myself, if that's okay?"

Okay?! Just the thought has Louis biting back a moan, yet he can't help himself from joking a bit - partly to cover up his flustered state. "Absolutely. So, you're just going to try everything and see what gets me there."

He doesn't expect the blatantly serious, "Yes", thrown back at him from the edge of his boxers. Then, a little more hesitantly, "Tell me if you don't like something, though".

"Mmmhhmm", Louis pushes out, all of his brainpower currently directed towards not coming instantly as Harry slides two fingers on each hand under the waistband of his boxers, pulling down torturously slowly, and Louis already knows he's in for a ride. Though, when hasn't it been like that with Harry?

The boy, however, does not seem to be in a hurry and it feels like an eternity before Louis is finally naked, his boxers thrown carelessly to the floor.

Harry is seated between Louis' slightly spread legs, leaning back on his heels while looking up and down Louis' body, relearning every curve, every crevice. Louis doesn't feel uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze, never has felt self-conscious with this particular boy looking him over. If anything, it's only turning Louis more on to see Harry so obviously consider where he wants to start.