Men are shit

Talks, feelings & kisses

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The stars bloom in the velvet black and the moon is a warm milky glow in the sky. It's magical, so much so that Louis can feel it from his core to his finger tips. Or perhaps it is due to the fact that he's sitting on Harry's lap with his legs apart, Harry's hands folded around Louis' back, drawing him in closer.

Kissing Harry is sweet. Time and space are long forgotten, it feels like forever that Harry kisses Louis so languidly, he is left at ease with a little smile curving on his lips. It's unhurried, completely unbothered by the outside world. Everything is silent and only the quiet noises caused by their mouths or the soft sighs in their never-ending kiss can be heard. And somehow, it feels as if Louis' lips have always been meant to touch Harry's, fitting together like long lost jigsaw puzzle pieces. When he kisses him, everything else disappears.

Louis draws in the air his body so desperately needs but melts into Harry's form. He feels his firm torso and the heart that beats within as he rests his head on his chest. Harry's hands slowly run through his hair and down his neck, and Louis' brain can't formulate for the first time since ever a thought, at least not one based in any language. It's as if together they are a new kind of energy. Louis is Harry's spark and he is his.

"Will you regret this tomorrow when you're sober?" Louis murmurs, still pressed against Harry.

"I'm hardly drunk anymore and I wasn't really drunk in the first place. I won't regret it. You?" Harry asks back quietly and Louis notices how he stiffens, how he waits tensely to see what Louis' answer will be.

But Louis quickly shakes his head and presses a small kiss to the shirt over his heart. "Me neither. I've been longing for it so much."

"Oh my baby," Harry breathes, lifting Louis' head with a hand on his chin. A soft smile and bright eyes is the last thing he sees from Harry before he seals his mouth with a kiss again and they pick up where they left off.

Louis just can't get enough of how Harry's lips feel so soft and full against his own lips, his tongue softly teasing Harry's in slow circles. They embrace each other tighter as their kiss so tenderly sends shock waves through both of their bodies so that goosebumps break out on Louis' body and he trembles slightly.

"You're cold? Let's go in," Harry breathes against his lips, hovering their mouths over each other.

"No, it's all you," Louis shakes his head slightly without opening his eyes, literally drinking Harry in with all his other senses. "But I would still like to go in. I want to cuddle if that's okay with you?"

Then he opens his eyes and looks at Harry, who just nods, smiles so sweetly and kisses the tip of Louis' nose.

He helps Louis not to lose his balance as he gets up from Harry's lap and Louis then pulls him up from the stairs. Their hands don't separate for a moment and they walk into the house in silence but always smiling at each other and go straight into the bedroom.

"Um... wow that's weird now. Somehow it feels more intimate now to undress in front of you and I mean you're really sexy but I really just want to cuddle and yeah... I'd like to put on a shirt and sleep in it if that's okay with you? You're not mad that I don't want to sleep with you directly? Is it going to break something between us?" Louis suddenly babbles as his gaze falls on the bed and he has Harry so close to him.