On The Horizon || L.S.

Day 7: Falmouth, Jamaica

Friday, the 19th of August, 2022

In a beautiful, glorious, world-shifting contrast to the day before, Harry does not wake up the next morning with a blaring alarm and whining in his ear. No, he wakes up with morning wood attempting to skewer through his lower back. He vastly favours that over the crankiness, so he reaches a hand over his shoulder to seek out Louis' hair and card through it.

He makes a harsh noise of frustration, but it's hastily cut off when Harry swivels his hips against Louis' rigid cock. "Morning, Captain," Harry breathes.

"Fuck," Louis gasps, grasping at Harry's hips and bucking against him intently as though he hadn't just been plastered to the pillow. Grumbling lowly, his voice thick from sleep, he asks, "How long do we have? What time is it?"

"No clue," Harry replies, lolling his head back to catch a glimpse of Louis, his messy hair and tired eyes. "But we haven't even docked, so I'd say we're safe." While they can make out a faded stretch of land on the distant horizon, the boat is chugging along, so it must be earlier than their docking time at ten. They don't have to line up until almost noon for Dunn's River Falls, meaning they have plenty of time to themselves.

"Works for me," Louis decides, driving up onto his elbow so he can kiss Harry.

Harry rolls around so they're facing each other and tugs him close with a hand on his back, rubbing the pads of his fingers along Louis' smooth skin. They kiss lazily, and Louis ignoring their combined morning breath is enough for Harry to loosen up about it too. He hooks one of his legs over Louis and grinds against him, the friction making his lips stutter, heavy puffs breaking into their kiss and swirling together.

"Someone was excited this morning," Harry teases, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of Louis' pants and grasping his cock, making him groan.

Louis retaliates by tucking his head into Harry's neck and trailing sucking kisses along the skin, only pausing to work a love bite under the corner of his jaw. "Someone took the bait. No complaints here."

They take hold of each others' cocks, locked in a close embrace. Their delicate gazes meet, and the intimacy has Harry drawing him right back in, kissing him sensually while they get off. Their knuckles knock together, and they don't bother with lube to save the ten seconds apart it would cost, but it's the perfect way to enjoy the warmth of the sunlight as it cuts straight into their cabin and heats their tangled bodies. Harry caresses his cheek with the hand he isn't using to touch Louis' cock, gently running his thumb against it. It's calm and relaxing, as well as almost uncomfortably intimate.

Almost, but not.

They entwine further as Louis' body starts to tremble, threading one of his legs between Harry's and keeping their lips pressed together with an arm around his neck. Both of their breaths start coming out in pants, hot rushes of air against their mouths.

Louis starts to come with a low whine with their lips still connected and tongues sliding together, so Harry can feel everything. He can feel the neediness in his voice, how his thighs clench up, and how his cock pulses in Harry's hand. Harry works him through it, not worried about dirtying the sheets, while Louis' grip slackens and slows in his distraction. Opening his mouth wider to welcome all of Louis' sounds, Harry revels in the grunts, sighs, and "Oh, oh, " as he's overwhelmed by his orgasm. It sets Harry off, vibrations in his mouth sending shivers down his spine. When Louis recovers enough to pick the pace back up, it doesn't take long for Harry to moan and bury his head into Louis' neck as the heat in his stomach releases all over their bodies.

They're content to run their fingers across each others' stomachs and simply exist for a while. Neither makes a move to detangle their limbs. Best round of Twister Harry has ever played, that's for sure.