Whispers To The Night

chapter 8. flowers

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Harry lay on his back in the middle of the bed, curls splayed across the white of Louis' pillow, cheeks flushed a bright pink and lips a bitten red, parted just barely and glistening in the dim light of the room.

Louis was hovering over him, leaning down so their lips were inches apart, so that he could feel his breaths washing over his face, blue eyes flickering over his body and drinking in the sight if his beauty.

Louis stared for a while longer before lunging forward and connecting their lips with a certain hungry desperation, moving and meshing them together in a sloppy, but meaningful kiss, breathing in his, Harry's, scent and loving every second of it.

Harry fisted Louis' T-shirt in his hands to pull him further down until their chests were touching, hearts beating in tandum and breaths mingling together, the lad whining high and pretty deep in his throat as he arched up, throwing his head back when Louis moved to suck a mark into the junction of his neck.

"Please." He gasped when the elder pulled back to admire his work, taking in the deeper flush of Harry's cheeks and the way his pupils had blown wide with lust, a sliver of green visible around the circle of darkness, harsh pants escaping his reddened lips. Louis groaned and sat up to pull his shirt over his head, fumbling around in his bedside drawer for the lube as Harry tugged his jumper up and over his head, laying back once he had it off and staring up at him with a hooded gaze.

Louis settled back on top of the older lad and pressed him into the mattress as he sucked a mark to the underside of his nipple, nipping occasionally at the flesh while lubing his fingers up, watching as Harry shimmied out of his skinny jeans to lie spread out for him, chest already slightly heaving. "Ready, baby?" Louis whispered into the skin of his neck, smile growing when he nodded jerkily before pressing a slicked digit to his entrance, circling for a while before pushing in.

Harry was quick to respond, arching off of the bed with a high moan and whimpering as he rolled his hips down to take his finger further in, muscles in his stomach constricting with his movements. Louis couldn't help the slight groan that vibrated through his chest as he watched, licking a stripe up the column of his throat to nibble at the underside of his ear, pushing in a second when he pulled the first out.

"Lou." Harry drew his name out in a guttural moan, tone laced with pleasure and arousal and love as he rolled his hips, cock bobbing against his stomach. Louis sucked in a sharp breath at the sight and let it out against his sweaty abdomen, watching the goosebumps rise on the pale flesh before pressing a third in, watching as Harry keened and arched off of the bed.

He pumped them slowly for a few minutes, eyes set on Harry's flushed face, until he pulled them out and reached for the lube lying by the lad's ribs, slicking himself up. "Okay, baby?" He nearly whispered, holding back a smirk when Harry nodded so hard and fast Louis had to reach up to push his curls out of his eyes, kissing the corner of his lips.

He lined himself up before slowly, gently, pushing in, listening to his boy's high keens and growled moans as he thrusted, the sounds of skin slapping against skin gradually getting louder and louder the harder he worked himself into Harry, the pitch of his grunts raising.

Harry was first to come, arching off of the bed with a barely muffled scream and clenching so tight that it didn't take long until Louis was following, collapsing on top of the lad and breathing heavily against his neck, love and warmth radiating off of the two boys.

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"God, fuck, Lewis, get off!" Harry grunted, giggling as he kicked at the lad's legs and pushed at his shoulders, squealing loudly when Louis' assault on his ticklish ribs increased. "What's the magic word?" The elder lad sang, leaning down to blow a raspberry into his neck and chuckling when his husband let out another loud giggle. "Yorkshire! Yorkshire, Yorkshire, Yorkshire!" He all but shouted, gasping for breath when Louis finally rolled off of him and staring up at the ceiling.

"I love you." Louis whispered as he nuzzled into Harry's side, kissing up the column of his neck and settling his nose into the jut of his jawbone. Harry hummed and held the elder close, eyes fluttering closed. "I love you, too."

Fin.