Once Upon a Dream

Chapter 16

Summer

The sun shyly peeks through a small slit in the curtains. It shines a glint of light onto Harry's eyelids, letting him know that it's early enough for him to get up without waking the sleeping angel beside him. He sits up, shuffling a little so that he can get a better look.

His heart swells like it does most mornings. Louis' lips part marginally, his little nose not enough to breathe in his sleepy state. When Harry's head no longer blocks the sunlight, he groans and flips onto his other side. Harry leans down to press a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

There's time for him to shower, fold laundry, and prepare his coffee alongside Louis' cup of tea all before the lazier lad awakes. It's one of Louis' days off, so Harry goes overboard with the pancakes and fruit.

It's very much routine for the both of them. Harry rises early, tries to wait for Louis to naturally wake up, but grows impatient and goes to speed nature up.

This morning is no different.

With their two mugs in one hand, he tiptoes to the bed. He starts off subtly- watching videos on his phone at a low volume. When that doesn't work, he puts the phone down and cuddles beside his boyfriend, nestles himself close behind him and drapes an arm over the small dip in his waist.

They use the same body wash, but Louis still seems to smell substantially incredible. Harry shoves his nose into his neck, lips stretching to kiss any and all of the exposed skin. When Louis makes somewhat of a pouting noise, he ups the ante. He simultaneously slides his hand down Louis' body and presses his hips into his backside. Louis unconsciously bucks backward, and Harry's hand follows the movement. His fingers slip past the elastic waistband until they can wrap around Louis entirely.

Louis gasps weakly, half awake. It drives Harry's ego way up, the feeling of power running up and down his body- mostly down, though. His hips press forward to make sure Louis can feel that.

He definitely does, pushing himself back and forth temptingly until they have a good, slow rhythm. He finally angles his head to meet Harry's lips, his hand reaching up to grab onto his freshly washed curls.

"Morning gorgeous," Harry hums lowly, his lips doing most of the work for the both of them. He's especially riled up today after having one of the most intense sex-dreams about the very person he has wrapped around his finger right now. The dream was cut off short, it's only fair to finish it off.

When Louis turns over, his dick strains at the fabric of his boxers. He's still not 100% awake; maybe even pretending to be sleepier than he is just to drive Harry wild.

It works- of course it works.

Harry wastes no time crawling down towards the end of the bed, his face meeting Louis' hip bones with desperation. He kisses them about a zillion times before he finally gets Louis completely naked. His mouth is warm, sweet as it wraps around Louis' aching cock. There's a little more excitement in his sucking than usual, and Louis notices right away.

"Jesus, Haz," he curses, sitting up onto his elbows. He smells the shampoo off of Harry's damp hair, sending a wave of pleasure straight down to his belly. When Harry's eyes dart up to look at him, he nearly unravels right there. His hips start to move on their own accord, fucking Harry's mouth as gently as he can control.

With a mouthful of Louis, Harry smirks. He slows down until his lips envelop just the head. The taste of sweat and precum makes his own dick twitch against his sweatpants. It triggers a moan out of him that vibrates against Louis' cock.

"Babe, wait," Louis stammers delicately. Harry immediately stops, coming off with a 'pop' that has heats the coil in his abdomen. He breathes in through his teeth to calm himself down, just barely keeping his orgasm back.