Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

Velvet Duvet (Its Only Love)

Written by: sweetsin

Summary:

And the thing is, they don't really mind it too much. It hardly comes to mind. Maybe it's because they're in their late thirties now, with a teenage son that is going to Sixth Form in September and a daughter who is in her first years of secondary school. Thinking that a marriage spanning over two decades will supply sex regularly is a bit unrealistic.

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Harry and Louis go on a husband's vacation to the beach. Sex ensues.

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It has been about a year since Louis and Harry have had actual sex.

Yes, the occasional tired handjob-- blowjob if they're lucky-- comes around whenever the kids are out of the house, but other than that, the sexual interaction they share has been drained to a bare minimum.

And the thing is, they don't really mind it too much. It hardly comes to mind. Maybe it's because they're in their late thirties now, with a teenage son that is going to Sixth Form in September and a daughter who is in her first years of secondary school. Thinking that a marriage spanning over two decades will supply sex regularly is a bit unrealistic.

And so Harry is sat in his boxers on the couch one morning, a bowl of cornflakes resting in his hand with the other scrolling through his online bank account as he chews his breakfast slowly.

Louis comes strolling into the room with his old briefs on, a pair he hasn't worn in a good fifteen years, and glides in front of the couch to give Harry a good view. At that very moment, when his husband doesn't even so much as glance up from his laptop screen, Louis realizes something is up. And he doesn't like it.

Louis picks at his underwear glumly before speaking. "Are you not... are you not attracted to me anymore?"

Harry stills and looks up. He's frowning in confusion, "Of course I am, baby, or course I am," and he shakes his head in disbelief, shutting his laptop then placing it on the coffee table. He grasps the sides of Louis' hips and pulls him gently to plant Louis' bum on his lap, kissing the smooth skin of his back. He rubs his hands down his thighs, "Why would you say that?"

"I'm wearing pants that squeeze my bits and you haven't even drooled at me yet." Louis whines. "And do you realize we haven't properly fucked once since our twentieth?"

Harry's heart skips a beat when he brings it up, "Has it really been that long?"

Louis only sighs.

"I think you're the most attractive man in the entire universe, darling. But we're not young anymore, our hormones just aren't like they used to be. I'm-"

"Yeah. I know what you mean." Louis turns and positions himself to straddle him, and places his head in the warmth of Harry's neck. They breathe each other in for a while, heartbeats echoing throughout both their bodies as they slowly drift into a calming half-consciousness. Harry's tracing circles into his back, feeling the soft light hairs on his skin, and Louis is pressing his lips lazily to the curls on his nape.

"I still love you, though. Even if we don't fuck like we used to." Louis whispers.

"Love you too." Harry mumbles back.

Harry smells of musk and men's cologne while Louis smells like a sweet rose, and together, they give off an aura of togetherness, and Louis aches for that feeling, that true connection they once shared so often.