The wanted murderer L.S.

Pisshead.

The windows in the second bedroom of the Tomlinson Manor were steamed up behind the cream curtains. While the residents got ready for school or work, the door to the bedroom was still firmly locked. The key in the lock was clinking from the vibrations moving through the floor, and those vibrations came from the rattling of the four poster bed that banged against the wall.

"Mnh-ah!!"

"Good boy. You're so good-" Harry said into Louis' ear as he thrusted into him, unforgivingly.

Louis lay on his back, gripping the bedsheets with a shaking hand, and making deep scratch marks on Harry's arm with the other.

He wasn't quiet, but he couldn't possibly be with the way Harry was waking him up. Harry, too, was louder than he'd been previously, but his voice was deep enough to not carry around the room like Louis' was.

They'd spent the rest of the weekend apart, until Harry had turned up on Sunday evening, with a face like thunder and a large stain of someone else's blood on his chest. He'd stayed the night, after Louis had invited him to, and had waited the next morning while Louis ignored each of his alarms for school. Louis hadn't been asleep when Harry had decided to touch him up, but he'd been very sleepy and very aroused, and had kept grabbing onto various parts of Harry's body under the duvet until Harry couldn't take it anymore.

Now, Louis whined loudly, his voice being knocked out of his body each time Harry pounded into him. He let the bedsheets slip completely off the bed, and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck instead, pulling and twisting those Raspberry Rose curls that he liked so much. He arched his back upwards, then down, and finally dug his nails into Harry's back and finished himself off with a loud moan of the man's name. Harry kissed him to quieten his voice, and came at the same time with a heavy breath, pushing harder into the kiss.

He sat up, rocking his hips a last few times, before pulling out and rolling onto his back by Louis' side.

They lay exhausted by each other for a few moments, listening their own heartbeats.

A sudden slam on the door made both Louis and Harry jump out of their skin, and Liam's voice on the other side yelled, "Louis! Bathroom's free!
Hurry up or you'll be late!"

Louis groaned and rolled onto his stomach, looking at Harry when he leant his head in his arms.

Harry tickled his cheek and stood up to get dressed. Louis looked him up and down, then turned away shyly when Harry looked back.

"You heard him. You'll be late." Harry said. He put his underwear on, then his trousers, and when Louis still didn't move, he crouched by the side of the bed so they were face to face. Harry tickled Louis chin, and Louis laughed softly, turning his face away once more.

Harry smiled and traced his fingers down Louis' back, just as they liked it, then down the man's sides until Louis had no other choice but to get off the bed so he could escape the tickling.

Louis was unbelievably dazed, with rosy pink cheeks, hair flying at all angles, and pupils so dilated that his eyes appeared almost black. He stood by the wall, hands against his chest like T-rex arms, as white liquid trickled down the inside of his thighs.

Harry swallowed and tugged on the collar of his shirt, following the sight. He knelt down and spread Louis' legs apart.

Goosebumps appeared all over Louis' skin when Harry licked the liquid up, starting by Louis' right knee, gliding up to the uppermost part of his thigh, and then the same on the other side. Harry licked his lips, groaned a little and stood up to give Louis a wake-up hug.

He cuddled him, a hand on Louis' head and the other rubbing circles on his back, and rocked him from side to side a few times. Louis didn't hug back -just as always-but like always, he leant into the touch.