Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts

Harry

As Harry's lips touched Louis' for the first time, it was like to a photographer capturing their first shot, the click of the shutter freezing a moment in time. The kiss unfolded like a perfectly composed frame, where every detail was in focus and the colours blended seamlessly. It felt like back then as he held his camera for the first time and he took the first gaze through a lens, discovering a world of emotions waiting to be developed, each nuance exposed.

As Harry now goes in for the second kiss, there is an electric jolt, a surge of emotions that intensifies with every too quick heartbeat. The initial tenderness evolves into a craving for more, a raw desire that fuels the growing intensity between them. In that moment, Harry's mind abandons restraint, giving in to the primal urge for closeness. The kisses become a dance, a collision of passion and his feelings for Louis.

Harry loves how Louis’ fingers feel on him, how gentle he touches him, how right it feels to sit on his lap. And he still can’t process that Louis really wants him after he saw everything.

Harry finds that Louis is too much of a gentleman in his caresses and so Harry sheds his robe from his shoulder himself but never lets go of Louis’ lips, it doesn’t matter that both are panting heavily and seemingly out of breath. His lips should be always on Louis‘, that’s the rule, that’s how it has to be. From now on till his last breath.

Harry needs a deeper connection with Louis, needs more naked skin and preferably right now. He is literally on fire with raw desire for this man under him. Yet, within their passion and Harry’s arousal -his dick tenting almost hurtfully against his panties- he senses a subtle hesitation in Louis' touch, a reluctance that Harry can’t dismiss.

Harry breaks the kiss, finally brings air in his lungs and looks into Louis' eyes with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Lou, is everything alright?" he asks softly.

Louis takes himself a deep breath and sighs. "I want this and at the same time not… fuck.. I need to be honest… you’re so damn sexy, your body is like a young god and I… I’m not.“

Harry would like that Louis could see himself through his own eyes, he knows just a few seconds would be enough to understand how incredibly handsome he finds him.

"You’re everything. Age doesn't define beauty and you're the most beautiful person I know foxie,“ Harry reassures him with a soft smile and lets his fingers trace over Louis‘ cheek, holds it then and gives him a peck on the tip of his nose.

"It's really sweet that you say that, but I don't see it that way myself... I'm genuinely blocked right now," Louis grimaces.

Harry just grins, rubbing his lower body against Louis', their hard cocks brushing against each other. "Doesn't feel like a blockage to me. You're so hard, let's do something about it."

But Louis shakes his head, "Baby, please, I... I just can't right now. Give me time. I'm so sorry, fuck, I hope you're not completely disappointed in me."

Harry realises he can't persuade Louis and doesn't want to. If Louis isn't ready at this moment, he willingly accepts it. Deep down, he knows Louis won't resist him forever, especially when he considers him, in his own words, so sexy and like a young god.

"Okay, Lou," Harry nods, pulling Louis into the next kiss with both hands on his cheeks. "At your pace. But cuddling is okay?"

Louis still looks at him apologetically and it's as if a storm rages behind those blue eyes. "Absolutely, yes. I'd love to cuddle with you."

"Then come on," he says, softly smiling, standing up from Louis and taking his hand, leading him into his bedroom.

Arriving there, Harry shamelessly starts undressing, freeing himself from his daring outfit. To tease Louis not too much, he turns around with a grin, allowing only his back to be seen. He feels Louis' gaze practically burning into him as he peels off his robe, then his bralette and finally his panties.