Moonlight scars

XIII

Year—2022

Harry startles awake with soft breathy whimpers, he frowns protectiveness taking over at the thought of Louis being hurt but then he falters when he hears soft moans, "Yes...faster, 'arry. Yes....oh..oh my god." Louis whimpers rutting himself against the mattress as he grinds his arse against Harry's front who cracks a chuckle, smirking as he leans down to kiss over the heated skin of Louis' neck.

"Y-You're so-so big." He whines and Harry raises his brows amused before grasping hold of Louis' hips, he strokes it, "Yeah darling, giving it to you good right? You wanna cum pretty baby?" He asks nipping the bruised neck of his boy, they'd already slept from exhaustion but apparently his boy wasn't satisfied enough.

"Yeah...yeah, fuck." Harry stops him from squirming and rutting against the mattress with a firm hold, he positions himself behind as he travels his hands between Louis' legs, grabbing his prick with two fingers as he rubs him up and down, "Yes oh fuck."

"Sweetheart, wake up." Harry mumbles pinching Louis' nipples with his other hand, "Baby, I want you to be awake right now." He presses a bite on Louis' neck, "H-Haz." Louis whimpers turning from his side to face Harry,

"Yeah my love. Right here." Louis whines and leans forward to replace his mouth against his, Harry leaves his prick and places his hand on his arse rubbing his swollen rim. "You've been dreaming about me fucking you, snowflake. How greedy." He whispers and Louis pouts.

"Want you." He mumbles pulling Harry closer by his curls, "Your wish is my command, baby love." He spreads Louis' legs, removing his panties as he L presses biting kisses on the lithe curvy body of his boyfriend. He licks and twirls his tongue around a nipple as he enters inside Louis. They both groan when he bottoms out.

"I love you." He whispers in Louis' neck as a secret and in return Louis wraps his legs tighter around his waist, "Uh...I—ah—I love you too. So much. 'arry." He cries arching his back as he comes between them.

After a few more shallow thrust Harry's coming too.

*****

"Louis! Your phone's ringing!" His mother yells from across the garden. Louis wipes the back of his hand over his forehead definitely smearing mud, "Who's it?" He yells back realising his mistake when his mother coughs out.

"Uh someone named Baby Daddy. Louis, you're not pregnant are you? Oh my god you're too—"

"Oh mum for gods sake! It's Harry, it's uh—it was a dare from Niall, I'm not pregnant....yet." He mumbles sheepishly, his mum held a grossed out look on her face, "You kids are weird." Louis winks at her and takes his phone accepting the call.

"Hi." He mumbles shyly biting his lip because it's been a day and he's already missing his Harry.

"Snowflake." Louis shudders at the deep baritone voice, "Can't stay away from me can you, Harold?" He teases.

"No. Been missing you like crazy." Louis giggles swinging his feet as he plays with a plant, "Me too. Miss you so much. On the good side We're meeting tonight so we don't have to stay away anymore."

"You'll stay the night at mines yeah?"

"I don't know, maybe you can persuade me."

"Oh I can. I do persuade you in the best way possible Don't I sweetheart?" Louis' cheeks heat up and hums,

"What're you doing? Helping your mum fisting the turkey I suppose?" Harry laughs richly from the other end, "Oh no. The only thing I fist is you, baby. Mum and Gemma are at it though, I was preparing the other meals."

"You're the grossest human being I've ever met and now I can't even eat Turkey because you ruined it for me." He dramatically gags.

"You suggested that!" Harry squawks.