Still going strong. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 3]

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"Happy birthday." Harry breathed out, grinning mischievously when he came face to face with Louis who was lying on his back with his hands crossed behind his head smirking down at him.

He could feel a thumping in his lips as if the source of his heartbeat came from there, but he knew it was just because they were sore from the friction, deep red and swollen. He slowly licked over them, loving the taste that was lingering on them as well as the still prominent stinging on his scalp.

"Thank you, baby. Best birthday blowjob ever." Louis sighed contently and pulled him up to crash their lips together.

Harry giggled into his mouth and shifted on his lap, almost choking when their members rubbed together and Louis hissed against his lips at the oversensitivity.

With one quick movement he spun them around until Harry was lying on his back and Louis was hovering above him between his legs, rubbing his pelvis against him with force.

"L-lou." Harry whimpered and squirmed underneath him, his fingertips boring into the naked skin of Louis' shoulderblades.

He threw his head back in a whine when Louis attacked his throat and sucked on the spot of his adam apple harshly so Harry had trouble breathing.

"I can do with you whatever I want, right? It's my birthday after all." Louis murmured lowly, his lips wandering up to his ear and he licked his lobe.

"Y-yes. A-always." Harry whined. "B-but-"

He couldn't even think of talking further when Louis' head snapped up in a speed of light and his eyes squinted at his opposition attempt. Harry gulped.

"You were about to say?" Louis asked expectantly.

"N-nothing, j-just that I c-could make you r-really h-happy by r-riding you." Harry dared to stammer out.

"Since when do I like not being in control?" Louis asked rhetorically and raised an eyebrow, perforating Harry with his icy blue eyes.

"I j-just w-" Harry broke off once more and his eyes widened comically when Louis pushed his legs apart with his own, spat on his hand before he brought it down to rub it over his rim and slowly dived into him. Harry gasped once, twice, three times until he couldn't take it anymore and dropped his head back on the pillow, his nails boring into Louis' shoulders.

"My dick's fuckin' hurting, not gonna lie." Louis gritted out when he bottomed out and stilled to let Harry adjust who was breathing deeply, but a weak chuckle slipped past his lips at the comment.

They should've expected it, but it still came surprising when they suddenly heard voices in the hallway.

"Georgie!" Ruby called angrily. "I swear if you open that door I'm gonna beat you up."

"No, leave me alone! You can't tell me anything!" Georgie complained. "It's daddy's birthday!"

"I can throw you down the stairs you little shit!" Ruby threatened.

"Leave me alone!" Georgie repeated with a whine.

"Shut up already! Georgie, stop it!" Charlie piped in now.

"Why are you so mean?" Georgie exclaimed.

"Because dad and papa maybe want to sleep in today and we'll let them!" Charlie argued.

Louis groaned and dropped his head in the crook of Harry's neck who sighed deeply.

"I'm gonna kill them one day." Louis grumbled in a whisper to make sure the kids didn't hear a noise coming out of their room and they waited until they heard footsteps getting quieter and dissolving on the stairs. When everything was quiet again Louis lifted himself up with a groan until he and Harry weren't connected anymore. "I hate that they are able to kill the mood so fuckin' quickly."