sticky notes. l.s au

nineteen

warning: sexual acts

They settle on Harry's bed, Doja Cat's Need To Know playing lowly on the speakers.

"Since when did you smoke?" Louis speaks up as Harry's pouring a shot.

"I used to do it often, I don't as much, but occasionally. It helped me write or sleep, plus I just liked it." Harry says meekly, almost a bit embarrassed by his display of actions earlier.

"Oh wow, you surely surprised me." He replies, taking the glass from him and putting it up to his mouth, letting it burn his throat as he washed it down.

Harry eyes his adam's apple bob, "Do you think I'm cool now?"

He takes the glass back and takes a shot, suddenly feeling a little nervous to have him alone.

"Yes, not like I didn't think you were cool before." Louis replies, licking his lips as the liquor settles in.

'Harry looks so fucking good right now' He thinks to himself. He's eyeing him take the shot, seeing a little dribble off the side of his lip, down his throat and to his collarbones.

His chest is so exposed, he's so beautiful. He got a new tattoo 3 weeks ago, it's healed so well. I want lick the traveling liquor off his body.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck'

"Fuck." Louis says breathlessly. "You know you're gorgeous?" He can't help how overwhelmed he feels to have Harry so close, looking so good. They haven't kissed again and he just wants to be ravished by him.

Harry raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk coming on. "Really now?" His voice is a little deeper. The way Louis looks at him makes his skin burn, he just needs him, he needs to be in him.

"Yes." Louis continues to stare and they don't have to say a thing. The room feels warmer. Harry scoots closer, legs spread in front of him. He adjusts himself, watching Louis watch his every move. He's never seen Louis stare so unashamedly. It turns him on more than he can say.

Louis crawls closer, sitting cross legged in between his legs. He licks his lips as they continue to stare, they just want to devour each other.

'Someone needs to make the first move' Harry thinks.

'Someone needs to make the first move' Louis thinks.

Harry grabs Louis' face just as Louis leans in, kissing him as if he'd never thought he'd get the chance again. They both moan at the contact, not expecting to be on the same page. They both need this. It's been too long.

Harry nudges his body, laying him down on the bed, deepening the kiss, needing more as Louis frantically touches his chest, touching any and everywhere he can.

Harry takes advantage of the new position, one hand above Louis' head and the other up his shirt, swirling his finger around his nipples, eliciting a high moan from Louis. He groans in his mouth, pulling away to breath.

"Fuck, you're so sexy." Harry says breathless, he dives in the crook of his neck. He licks, bites and kisses the area. Moaning to himself as does, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

"Me...me too. Wanted this for so long." Louis moans out, scratching down Harry's back as he continues to make as many bruises on his neck as possible. He clasps his legs around his back, pulling him closer.

Harry didn't know his heart could beat faster than it already was, but the confirmation that Louis wanted this just as bad did something to him. He pulls away suddenly, pulling Louis' shirt off quickly and diving back to kiss and mark his beautiful chest. He yanks Louis' shorts down as he sucks a nipple into his plump, red lips. He doesn't hesitate to take his member in his hands, feeling himself twitch at the precum leaking out of Lou.