Harry's POV
On Saturn’s moon Titan, liquid methane and ethane falls to the ground like water on Earth.
I explained that to Louis when he asked whether there really wasn’t any rain in space.
On earth there’s lots. It keeps pattering down on my tent.
He told me he liked when I told him space facts. I like that he likes me.
Louis somehow ended up on top of me, straddling my legs while kissing me, so soft, so slow.
I like the way it feels a lot. He’s basically laying down on me so that our chests, our tummies, our groins press together and this is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
He touches me. His hands are roaming everywhere over my body.
I like it a lot.
“I want”, I pant. I don’t even know what I mean by that.
He nods, keeps kissing me, my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. I like it when he kisses my neck.
I’m happy the rain is louder than our breathless pants, his quiet moans.
He touches me, everywhere. It feels so good, I can’t help those little sounds escaping my mouth.
“You’re so hot, Harry”, he breathes. No one ever told me stuff like this.
He’s grinding down on me slowly, his eyes locking with mine. It feels like telepathic kissing.
It’s over way too fast and then he’s pressing small, little kisses to my face, mumbling how perfect I am and I’m blushing so deeply, pulling him in so, so close.
I love him.
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FanfictionHarry and Louis used to meet on vacation yearly. Now they haven't seen each other in two years and the moon, Harry's eyes and Louis' bruises got a little darker. All Harry really wants is to fly to space and never come back to earth. All Louis reall...
