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24. coffee

Song: Pop by Harry Styles

"I need coffee!" Louis whines dramatically, walking in a hunched over kind of way to underline just how much he needs coffee.

Harry lets out a chuckle watching him, then leans to his left, wrapping an arm around Louis' shoulder and pulling him closer. All Louis does to that is let out another small whimper, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and putting his head on his shoulder as they walk. The small city is bathed in the beautiful kind of southern european yellow light, it looks magical. Like a summer dream, like an old romcom. Harry loves it.

"It's your fault, you know." He accuses him without looking into his eyes.

Harry smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Louis' head. "My fault that you need coffee?"

"Yep." Louis nods stubbornly, although Harry clearly feels how he holds him just a little closer by his waist in their synched step. "You keep me tied to that yacht making me fuck you six times a day without a break. I might be in possession of youthful stamina but there's only so much I can do without caffeine."

Harry's chest vibrates with a laugh. Over time he's grown used to Louis saying filthy stuff like that out loud. He can only hope none of the people they're walking by understand a word of english. And also, he stopped caring a while ago. That's why he answers just as filthily and only lowering his voice a little.

"I give you plenty of breaks, you initiate ninety percent of those fucks and I only tied you down once. Besides, I recall you really enjoyed that."

In response, one of Louis' hands slides down Harry's back and he puts it into the back pocket of Harry's trousers. "Never said I didn't because I'm not a liar. Only said I need a cup of coffee before my endless sexual talent is available to you again."

"You're starting to sound really sophisticated, you know?" Harry grins, pulling Louis away from the main street and into a small alleyway. It's not like greece is the most progressive gay-friendly country of the world, after all. So sadly in the secure shadow of the side street, Harry gives Louis a deep kiss.

"I'm talking about the way I fuck." Louis laughs against his lips.

"In a kind of sophisticated way."

"Does that turn you on?" Louis grins, walking forward until Harry's back hits the wall behind him. He raises one arm to the house facade next to Harry's head. Now that turns Harry on immensely, but then again, everything about Louis does.

"Yep."

"Let's save the professor role play for when we're like thirty, though, alright?"

Harry lets out a loud laugh, his head falling forward into Louis' neck. It's the only way to cover up how his cheeks heat up and his chest flutters at the idea of being with Louis until he's thirty.

"I don't need professor role play," He whispers. "I only meant that your vocabulary is expanding."

"Spending too much time with you, evidently." Louis hums, kissing Harry's forehead before he lets out a mix between a laugh and a groan. "See, why the fuck am I saying 'evidently'? What is happening to me?"

Harry pulls back to look at him, knowing he's sporting the widest smile known to man. He keeps one hand on Louis' side by his ribs, the other one sliding down to interlace their fingers by their sides. "You might not like it but in this capitalist world full of prejudice it will only help you to broaden your vocal horizon."

Louis stares at him with a 'what the fuck' look for a second before he starts laughing loudly, throwing his head back. "I'm going to broaden your vocal horizon in a second if you know what I mean."