Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts

Louis

Louis has barely said goodbye to his previous customer when Harry immediately jumps up from the small leather sofa and throws his arms around his neck.

"I feel like you didn't understate when you said you missed me," Louis laughs softly and places a small kiss on Harry's temple. "How was your day?"

"Excellent. Great. No time to talk, come on, kiss me," Harry babbles and the next moment Louis' face is held between his hands again and Louis can only receive what Harry gives him, whether he wants to or not. And how he wants it.

Kissing Harry is his new favourite pastime, as well as giving in to this whirlwind of a man who constantly takes what he wants and takes Louis by surprise most of the time. Louis has the feeling that this is exactly what he needed, someone who would immediately silence his negative thoughts and literally give him no chance to get lost in them. Harry is to Louis like an unfathomable storm in the night - wild, unpredictable and full of surprising energy that strikes the darkness around him with vivid lightning.

"How much time do you have until the next customer?" Harry asks between kisses and his hands are already buried deep in Louis' hair, reaching in, massaging his scalp and pulling here and there. But it's not just his kisses and hands that are wild, his whole body is pressed close to Louis and impressively shows how awake his cock is as well.

“Half an hour or so,” Louis manages to mutter.

Harry lets out a small sigh at his answer that tickles his lips and suddenly Louis finds himself pushed against his counter with Harry grinding against him.

His own hands develop a life of their own and also begin to caress Harry's sides and back until they finally come to rest on Harry's bum and stay there. He loves how the muscles of Harry’s ass feel under his palms due to his movements and Louis can no longer suppress a small moan.

“Do you see what you’re doing to me? How sexy you are in my eyes?" Harry asks in a whisper as he lets go, his lips hovering over Louis‘. He takes one of Louis' hands and shamelessly places it on his stiff cock, which presses hard against his pants. “Anything for you foxie.”

“Fuck,” Louis breathes and closes his eyes for a moment, not knowing how on earth he can continue to resist this man. Even his self-doubt completely fades into the background and he can't believe that Harry is making him so hot in the studio, of all places, when he actually has absolutely no time to pamper Harry.

"I'd love to," Harry winks at him.

“You’re a tease,” Louis whispers, taking a quick look at the clock on the wall behind Harry. “And I don’t have time.”

Harry just clicks his tongue, drags Louis behind him to the lounger and closes the curtain as a matter of fact.

“My laurels are itching. You should definitely look at them," Harry says breathlessly, already pulling his tight-fitting shirt over his head.

Of course, Louis' hands are immediately on his body, stroking his strong chest and loving the soft skin underneath his fingertips.

“Uh-uh Lou, the tattoo is further down,” Harry grins. “I think I’d better unzip my pants so you can see better?”

With a swing he lies on the lounger, fumbling with the button and the zipper of his pants while Louis can only stare again. He has the feeling he's not doing much else since the moment he's met Harry - staring in fascination and, most recently, kissing. How is he supposed to defend himself against this force of nature that is Harry? And does Louis even want that anymore? No, definitely not.

“Come here foxie,” Harry pleads, whose pants are now below his hips and Louis gets an impressive view of Harry’s very sexy underwear.

Louis steps closer to the lounger, looks at how Harry is lying there so beautifully with his pink cheeks and hungry eyes. He slowly runs a finger over Harry’s full lips and then down his chin, neck, chest, stomach and finally where Harry wants him most.