We're So Golden

7.

First Day in Bora Bora
3:00 p.m

Harry walks backwards through the bedroom door as Louis kisses him, guiding him to the bed. Harry's mind still reeling at Louis' admission that he wants kids. Harry's legs hit the bed and he loses his balance a little, falling onto the duvet. "I'm all sandy Lou, now the bed's all sandy." Harry breaks the kiss, complaining. "It's ok, sand isn't going to be the only thing on the bed." Louis says, making Harry's eyes widen. "Filthy, Lou, absolutely filthy." Harry says through a giggle as Louis starts kissing him again. "You want to top or...?" Louis asks, loving how they're both switches, but he desperately wants to fuck Harry, not be the one getting fucked.

"You top." Is all Louis has to hear before smiling and kissing Harry harder, feeling Harry's hands trail up his back and into the ends of his hair. Harry tightens his grasp just a little bit as Louis starts kissing down Harry's throat, kissing below his ear. He tastes the ocean water and the sweat on Harry's collarbones, nipping at the skin in hopes of leaving a nice bruise. Harry's grip loosens before Louis bites the spot he's been working, making Harry gasp and pull at Louis' hair. "Oh fuck, Louis. More. Please more." Harry pants as he brings his hands down Louis' back, his blunt nails scratching a little. "You want more?" Louis questions as his hands go down to untie the drawstring on Harry's yellow shorts. "Yes please, please." Harry begs, on the verge of whining. "Ok baby, patience." Louis says, only making Harry whine.

"I want you now." Harry says, Louis kissing down his stomach, planting a kiss on Harry's butterfly. "I said patience." Louis repeats, a little harsher this time. "We both like teasing, so if you're trying to get at something, you're getting there. What do you want?" Louis asks when Harry whines again. "You. Tie me up, Lou. You know I like it." Harry says, wide, innocent eyes looking up at Louis. Louis' breath hitches for a second. "You want me to tie you up? You're ok with that?" Louis asks, and in response, Harry removes his hands from Louis and puts them together over his head, grasping them together in a sign of complete submission. "Oh fuck, ok." Louis pants, trying to keep himself together for the foreplay Harry wants. He kneels off of the bed and goes to his suitcase, pulling a soft leather belt out, holding it for Harry to see. "Is this ok?" He gently calls from across the room. "In my suitcase. Cuffs." Harry says, watching as Louis' mouth drops a little, setting his belt down and going to Harry's suitcase, opening it.

A pair of black, fluffy handcuffs dangle from Louis' pointer finger. "Oh my god." Louis says to himself. He goes back over to Harry and plants himself between Harry's thighs. "Hands." Louis demands and Harry immediately obeys. Louis wraps the cuffs around Harry's wrists, tight enough so he can't get out, and even though they are fluffy and soft, Louis didn't want to hurt him. "You can make them tighter, Lou. It's ok." Harry says, noticing Louis' hesitation to tighten them. "I trust you to not hurt me, make them tighter." Harry says, Louis listening and tightening them, watching Harry smile.

Harry raises his hands back over his head, his torso stretching out. Louis trails his hands down to Harry's laurel tattoos, his fingertips brushing the inside of the shorts. "Please tell my if you want or need to take those off, ok Harry?" Louis says, keeping Harry's submission at the forefront of his mind. "Of course." Harry says, smiling as Louis bends down to kiss his lips, softly this time.

Louis watches Harry's face as he slowly takes the yellow shorts off, completely leaving Harry nude and vulnerable. "Are you sure with the cuffs? I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of-." Louis gets cut off. "Louis. You're really asking that after you take my shorts off?" Harry jokes, making Louis sigh and smile. "I... yeah." Louis says, kissing Harry again. "I love you, Harry." Louis says, his hands trapping Harry's hips, locking them to the bed. "I love you too, Louis. Can you please touch me?" Harry pleads, getting desperate and over the foreplay. "So needy." Louis tuts as he slowly and tantalizingly makes his way down Harry's chest.