Restore (Sequel to Purge: Larry au)

Chapter 3

A few days later

Harry wakes up, lying on his stomach, when he feels warm hands tracing lightly up and down his bare back. He opens his eyes and turns his head to see Louis sitting there, tracing his burn scars with his fingertips. 

"Lou," he sighs, melting into the touch. 

"Good morning beautiful," Louis says, kissing the small of his back tenderly. "Happy anniversary."

"Happy anniversary," Harry breathes out, shivering a bit from the kiss. "What are you doing?"

"You said it was better to have sex in the morning if we want you to get pregnant," Louis tells him, moving his hands and kneading Harry's bum in his palms, making him squirm. "Figured we could try it out."

"Darcy..."

"Is already with Zayn," Louis says. "I dropped her off early this morning. You were still asleep."

"You're the best," Harry groans as Louis runs a finger up and down his spine, bumping over the scars.

"I know," Louis says. "Now let's make a baby."

"Yes please."

Louis kisses along down his spine as he spreads Harry open with his hands. When Louis's lips reach his crack, Harry gasps, arching his back in pleasure. Louis begins to open Harry up with his tongue, making him squirm, gripping the sheets tightly. 

Once Harry's sufficiently stretched out, just from his mouth, Louis preps himself and slowly pushes inside of Harry who moans into the pillow. He's so loose already just from the sheer amount of times they've done this in the past few months that it doesn't take long for Louis to be able to start moving inside of him. 

He uses slow, careful thrusts that turn Harry into a squirming, sobbing mess beneath him. Louis grips Harry's scarred hips to ground himself as he releases inside the younger lad, and it isn't long before Harry finishes as well. 

They lay there for nearly half an hour afterwards. Harry refuses to stand until then, in hopes that lying down will increase his chances of getting pregnant. 

Eventually, Louis leads him to the bathroom where he cleans them both up. Harry just grips his shoulders, letting him wash them off. He's tired and sore as hell, but he loves every second they spend together trying to make a baby, even though it does take a toll on him physically. 

When they get out of the shower, Harry goes to grab a pregnancy test from the drawer but Louis stops him. 

"Don't," he says. "I don't want it to be negative on our anniversary. You took one yesterday, you don't need to take another one today."

"But what if it's positive?" Harry asks. 

"Then we'll find out tomorrow," Louis says. "We can wait a day. I just don't want us to be disappointed today, because there's a chance we will be. Today is supposed to be happy."

Harry nods. "Okay."

They walk downstairs and make smoothies for breakfast. Harry's convinced that eating lots of fruits will increase their fertility and Louis wants a baby so badly he doesn't argue. 

When they're done with breakfast, they go over to the couch to watch some telly. It doesn't take long for that to turn into a make-out session, and for that to turn into Louis fingering Harry until he's open enough, then to enter him, thrusting in and out until he releases inside of him. 

Harry clings to him when they're done, breathing into his shoulder.

"So good, Lou," he mutters. "You feel so good."