Arcturus || l.s. ✔︎

The grapejuice blues

"You know how you were telling me about all those things you'd do to me if I was an omega?"

He prompted Harry to continue with a mindless hum, eyes riveted on the glittering night sky. The air encompassing them was teeming with the potent scent of blossoms, mixed in with undertones of theirs'. It was probably one of his most favorite scents. "I liked them," Harry mumbled after a beat, his voice going down an octave that bespoke his reluctance with discussing the topic. But Louis knew Harry, he knew Harry would never go a day without not discussing things that haunted his mind day and night.

"I could tell." He replied, turning his head to face Harry, flashing him a lazy smirk that he knew unnerved Harry greatly. "For the love of God, do not start with that now, Lou." He could only muster up a grin in response, drawn in again by the speckles of gold circling Harry's pupils. "Go on, then." Giving in, at last, he pulled Harry closer towards him. "I just loved the prospect of being your omega," Harry admitted softly, absentmindedly fiddling with Louis' fingers. "Mhm? We can do that every night if you wish, darling." He dropped a kiss atop the shambolic mop of Harry's curls, settling back in his place to give his undivided attention back to the stars again.

"No. I don't think you understand but I— uhm, I would love it if it were an all-time thing, not just for when we get intimate."

Oh.

"You want me to treat you as my omega?"

A nod was what he all received, albeit a little tentative, he could pick up the inflexible determination hidden beneath the promptness of the movement. "Anything you want, angel." Harry looked up at that, eyes blinking languidly before the man heaved himself up to drop a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Kissing you feels like ascending to the highest heaven sometimes," Harry spoke against his mouth, the King's hands clutching the collar of his tunic loosely. "Sometimes?" He chuckled lightly, pulling away slightly to ensure Harry could spot the look of faux dejectedness on his face. "Afraid I am feeling a tad indignant as your lover."

"You know what I mean, my love." Harry was smiling down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes aglow, both the outcome of felicity and honestly, Louis had never been more in love. "I don't, could you elaborate a little, My Lord?"

"I love it when you call me that," Harry answered instead. Louis thought Harry's eyes could flawlessly substitute for the stars in the sky; bright and celestial, they could keep him engrossed for hours on end. "Sounds better than the good ole' Your Majesty, does it not?" Harry merely smiled before diving forward to kiss him again, this time unrushed and luscious.

"Don't you think it would have been easier for us had I been an omega?" Harry wondered out loud, a little melancholic in all his beauty. "What are you talking about? You are my omega." It brought a smile to Harry's face and a faint blush that danced across the peak of his cheeks. "Could you ever stop with your mawkishness?"

"Do you perhaps mean to tell me if I could ever stop displaying my love for you?" His words were all shades of a childish display of emotions Harry had just been mocking him about, but he couldn't care less, not when it brought Harry amusement. "Have I ever confessed my resentment towards your gall?"

"I thought you loved me for my brazenness, darling." Harry shook his head in disbelief, detaching their lips. And as Harry reverted to lie supine on the ground, Louis caught the sight of a shy smile tugging up his lips. This time around though, Harry was the one to gaze up at the stars as Louis stayed still on his side, complacent as always. "You are so full of yourself," Harry remarked, eyes fluttering close transitorily before he forced them open.

It had been a hard day for him, Louis knew as much. With traders coming from across the seas with lucrative offers and deals, Harry was thrown into a tempest of meetings with foreign traders and his court members for the entirety of the day. If he remembered correctly, the poor thing hadn't even had a chance to have his evening tea. No one knew the King liked to have a warm cup of lavender tea every evening with a well-executed scone. No one knew, but of course, Louis did. They shared a cup of tea or two when time permitted. Harry liked to tease him for not knowing how to eat a scone properly, and he liked to tease the man in retaliation about his sophisticated choices in beverages. It was fun, far away from the soul-destroying meets of Harry and Althea he was forced to endure.