LOUIS
"Fuck, that was good."
Harry grins as he rolls away. "Yeah."
I stay on my stomach as he traces my spine. "I should... you know."
"You can stay over."
"I... no, I need to head back. I'm just gonna close my eyes and... relax one moment."
"They're already closed."
I hum in response. "Five minutes."
"Five minutes."
He keeps tracing my back as I try to convince my mind not to sleep because I can't stay. I'm not supposed to stay when I'm not interested in more than sex on a Friday night. And yet when I open my eyes, the sun is warming my body through Harry's window because I'm still in his bed. I groan into his pillow, breathing in his scent until I have enough strength to move away.
I pull my boxers on, then head into the bathroom where Harry is showering because I've never been one to leave without saying something. I've never been in a situation where it has been needed, because I always leave as soon as my legs have stopped trembling, but Harry made them tremble long enough to make me stay until I accidentally allowed sleep to take me away.
"Harry."
He turns around, then smirks because he knows I was staring at his ass a mere second ago. "Morning."
"I'm gonna go."
"You know you can stay, right?"
"I'm not interested," I say. "I thought you understood that."
"I do understand that. I'm not asking you to marry me."
"Good, because marriage is... not something I want."
"Yeah, me neither. I'm only saying that we had some good sex last night, so we could... you know, keep going or something."
"Keep going or something?"
"Friends who have sex," he continues. "I mean... we get along quite well, but we're not looking to initiate a relationship."
"Does that ever work? Having sex without strings attached?"
"No," he says. "But I think we can make it work when we're on the same page."
I've seen enough movies to know how these things normally end. I've seen it more than once—Liam and Zayn ended up madly in love whereas Niall had his heart broken into so many pieces that he spent weeks in bed. But things aren't the same when it comes to Harry and me, not when we're on the same page in every way that counts.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Okay."
"Do you wanna start now?"
I step in next to him once my boxers have dropped. He grins and kisses me against the wall, hands wandering my body until I drop to my knees instead. Foreplay wasn't something we spent time on last night, but I'm desperate to have him in my mouth.
I spend enough time on my knees to make sure he nears the edge, then stop to make sure he doesn't drop over it. He whines in response but moans as soon as I lick into his mouth, bringing his hands down to grab my ass so he can bring me closer to his body.
"Fuck me, yeah?"
"Yeah."
He rubs his wet fingers against my rim, teasing me until he eases two inside me at once. I whimper as I nuzzle into his neck, letting him tease me despite knowing I hardly need the prep when he fucked me open last night.
