Forbidden Love L.S.

Chapter 18

Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was. So will it always be.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Liam and Niall were dismounting their shields from the wall, just as Louis had to take home and store there. Alfred had just finished the second coat of fine polish on the glass casing that protected the legendary sword of their very first commanding general.
Harry had succeeded in catching Louis - there were never any doubts about his wonderful capabilities - after just three minutes of a lead start.

Now, they were hiding in the room that Louis utilised to study before. The larger of the two had sloppily cleaned the most suitable table before hoisting Louis onto it. Nobody judged them for the ever-present need to be touching, loving because the result of a fresh bond was such.

"Shh." Louis giggled when Harry tore his own shirt in the desperate hurry he was in.

"Funny." Harry growled, aptly unzipping Louis' suit to reveal the intoxicating state of his skin.

The demon slips his hands under Louis' bum and jerks him forward, wrapping the Omega's legs around his waist as he kissed along the veins in his neck. Louis closed his eyes and got lost in the sweet feeling of Harry's plump lips on his pulse point, fisting his curls and controlling his own sounds.

"If someone finds us, I'm going to kill you." Louis falls back onto the table after Harry pries the skin-tight suit off him, worshipping the exposed skin as he went.

Harry chuckles against Louis' tummy. "Then let me reassure you."

Louis sits up on a propped elbow to look at what Harry was doing. The demon looked at the closed but unlockable door, before lifting his hand and shooting a flame out at the handle.

"It won't burn anything, just keep it hot enough that nobody can touch." Harry promises, forcing Louis' legs apart and succumbing to the animalistic urge to undo his jeans.

"Quite the artist, aren't you?" Louis laughs, filling Harry's ears with that magical sound and driving his restraint off a reef.

"You mated me."

Before Louis' smart remark could fire back, Harry sinks into him without prep and effectively shutting down both their higher functions.

"Wish I could taste you properly." Harry bottoms out, nudging against Louis' prostrate and pinning his wrists to the table. "But we don't seem to have enough time."

Louis can only moan in a high pitch and lose the air in his lungs to Harry's grinding movements, not even retracting a little. He throws his head back and feels the composure get punched out of him, his body now crying to be united with Harry's.

Harry leans over Louis, covering the boy's body with his and starting to thrust slowly into the welcoming warmth of Louis' body. Their sweaty skin is rubbing together, creating heated friction everywhere in the form of delicious flames.
Harry's teeth latch onto Louis' neck and their mating spot, littering little bruises of claim all over the boy's skin. He felt most possessive at these moments, wanting to bite and just go harder for Louis. There was a traiterous part of him that kept saying he wasn't going to be the best at this, and he wasn't about to let that get the better of him.

Louis' tearing from stimulation, and the friction against his dick between their bodies. There was no space, just them.

When the end was getting closer, threatening to spill over and bathe them in post coital bliss Harry started rocking into Louis at a painful pace. Louis hissed at the discomfort caused from the burning expansion of Harry's demon form. If Louis had to bet, he'd think he was bleeding with the slick that dripped out onto their thighs.