We're So Golden

9.

Bora Bora bid them adieu with smiles and sunshine, lingering sand in places where sand shouldn't be. They walk through Heathrow Airport with dark tans and sleepy glances, the two stark tan lines on their fingers from where their wedding bands sheltered their skin. The rain that greeted them was no surprise, it's London, after all.

The harsh slapping sound that Clifford produced with his tail against the wall was enough to make Harry cringe as Clifford shoved his favorite toy, an avocado, in Louis' face while he was on the ground, hugging the dog to death. "I missed you, you big boy. Who's a good boy?" Louis says in a baby voice as Clifford's tail-whacking extravaganza continued. "If he keeps doing that, he'll be wagging in a bandage." Harry says as he unzips his suitcase. "Nah, he's just an excited boy, right Cliffy? You're just excited. Yes you are." Louis continues as Clifford sneezes.

Louis whines as his alarm blares, informing him that his flight to Iceland leaves in three hours, and he scoots closer to the warm body on his right. He barely had time to readjust to the time difference, and now he's starting tour, and although Harry will be with him for a few days, he has to leave too. He's gotta get ready for Coachella and warm up. "We gotta get up, Lou." Harry rasps out, his morning voice unbearably hot. "No." Louis pouts, snuggling deeper into the sheets. He tries to bite back a smile when he feels Harry shift and his fingers dig their way into his bare hip. "C'mon now, we gotta get up." Harry urges, eyes still closed as his fingers start moving. "Says the one with his eyes still closed." Louis huffs, trying to push Harry's persistent hands away.

Some kinky shit... maybe.... Definitely...

Harry chuckles, ceasing his tickles and instead opts to open his eyes and push himself up. He gently rolls over to hover over Louis, straddling him and pinning his legs to the mattress. He drags his hands down Louis' bare chest, watching in awe of how Louis' skin prickles with goosebumps. "I think I know a way to wake you up a little bit." Harry says, starting to rock a little bit on Louis' waist. "What might that be?" Louis asks, sitting up more in the sheets, his hands flooding to Harry's hips, rolling back and forth. "It's already working." Harry slyly says, leaning in.

Louis meets him halfway and sighs into Harry's mouth, morning breath be damned. "You want me to ride you?" Harry questions against Louis' lips. "Or do you wanna ride me?" He asks, pulling away and looking at Louis' already wide-blown eyes. "Such options..." Louis ponders for a minute, before bucking up and causing Harry to lose his balance, rolling off and allowing Louis to straddle him. "Ah, good choice." Harry murmurs a praise, his eyes heavy as he watches Louis start to circle his hips on Harry's groin, grinding down on each pass. "A proper little strip dancer this morning, huh?" Harry says as Louis' face lightens a little. "Only for you." He smirks, his hands trailing down Harry's chest, bumping over Harry's nipples, tweaking them a little, gaining a rouse out of the green eyed man.

Harry's feline eyes flick over Louis' lithe frame, his muscles shuddering in the morning sunlight. "God damnit sweetheart, so perfect for me." His words start to slur as Louis stops his circling, climbing down Harry's legs and brings his hands to the waistband of Harry's briefs. "Always so perfect for you." Louis mumbles before taking Harry in his mouth. Harry's obscene moans egg Louis on, praising him without saying anything. Louis whines around Harry's cock when he feels a tight grasp on the ends of his hair, a light tug. Harry's hips buck up without his control, fucking into Louis' mouth.

"Taking my cock like a good little pet." Harry says, watching with hazy eyes, Louis basking in the praise. Louis pops off with a moan as Harry brings him closer, bruising a kiss to Louis' lips. "I'm going to go get something, I want you opened and prepped for me." Harry says, tapping Louis' cheek, letting him roll off so he can stand.

Harry steps over Clifford, tiptoeing down the hallway and down the stairs. He crashes into the island counter, his socked feet sliding on the tile. He opens the freezer and pulls out the ice tray. He smiles to himself, bringing it to the counter and popping out some cubes, dropping them into a glass, listening to the clinking sound.

When he walks back into the room, the glass of ice cubes in hand, he sees Louis laying in bed, panting. "I'm sorry, I got carried away." He pants out, making Harry's lips twitch into a half smirk. "That's quite alright, darling. Still have two and a half hours to go." Harry says, bringing the glass to eye level. "What do you say?" He asks, glancing to the cubes and then back to Louis, whose eyes widened. "We haven't done this in a while." Louis comments as Harry gets closer. "So that's why you had me.." Louis concludes hazily, nodding in an unsaid agreement.

"Whatcha say we spice it up a bit?" Harry asks, his hands roaming over Louis' backside, his thumbs dipping into his back dimples. Harry reaches over and takes three ice cubes and holds them in his hand, melting them a little. Louis shudders when he feels the first one, but relaxes. "Doing so good, pet." Harry chides, taking another cube and slipping it in Louis, smiling when Louis tenses again. Harry watches with half lidded eyes as the third cube slides in. "Colors?" He asks, dripping the water that melted down Louis' back. "Green." Louis whines out. "Good, good. Louis?" He asks gently.

Louis turns his head to face Harry. "Hmm?" He hums, shifting in slight discomfort. "Wanna do something new?" Harry asks, his eyes blown wide with lust. "Yeah?" Louis asks back, uncertain. Harry seems sated with that answer and lines himself up. "Oh." Louis breathily moans, Harry typically waits for the ice to melt before pushing in, but Louis can feel the ice cubes still, and oh. "Oh fuck, that's a weird feeling." Harry laughs out, the warmth of Louis and chill of the ice contrasting strongly. "Shit, that's weird." Harry says again, his hips touching Louis'. He pulls out, slowly pushing back in, watching Louis' face go slack.

Louis can't quite say the same, his body is sending him euphoric signals. He whines when Harry pulls out and is replaced with another ice cube, his hips stuttering forward. "Fuck, H." He moans out, the fresh round of coldness surprising. "You like it?" Harry asks filthily. "So mu-so much. Fuck! So fucking much." Louis whines when he feels Harry push in again. "Dirty, dirty little darling." Harry chastises. He hugs Louis close to his chest, keeping him there, preventing Louis from jolting forward. He backs off and trails his hand down the curve of Louis' back, both hands finding a place on Louis' hips, pulling him onto his thrusts. He leans up again, his mouth tantalizingly close to Louis' ear, hot breath panted there before Louis feels Harry start to nibble on the shell of his ear.

Harry pants as he pulls out of Louis, slowly, Louis whining lowly as the sensation is too much, and his arms and legs give out. Harry collapses next to Louis in a pool of sweat, collecting him in his arms and kissing his neck gently. "You did so well, love. So good for me." Harry murmurs sleepily, hearing Louis hum in acknowledgment. "Let's sleep for a little bit, I love you Lou." Harry continues, his words starting to slur. "Loveyoutoo." Louis barely strings out.

Oof it's been a hot minute, hasn't it? I helped my art teacher with camp and let me tell you, that was fucking exhausting. So hopefully, there will be a double update this week, right now, and then on Friday. I'll tell you guys about my 5 Seconds of Summer concert next update, it's on Sunday and I'm going with my dad! I'm about to make signs ahhhhhh. I missed you guys and I truly am sorry for not updating, but I'm back. Happy end of Pride Month!
Anygays, as always, TPWK, lots of love, E xoxo.
Date: Wednesday, June 29th, 2022
Time: 8:37 p.m
WC: 1,417