Model Material- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Twelve

Two weeks later

Harry and Louis sat on their sofa and watched some reality tv show.

"Princess?" Harry half whispered into Louis' ear. They've become used to Louis lying in Harry's arms and Harry peppered Louis' neck with kisses from time to time because he loved Louis' giggles. Louis turned his head slightly and looked at his handsome boyfriend. They'd officially agreed now that they were indeed a couple.

"Mhm?" he purred like a cat. Harry adored it and sometimes he called Louis 'kitten' because who wouldn't?

"Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?" he asked and kissed Louis' cheek, making him smile.

"Of course you can, you big oaf." Harry chuckled and started tickling to small man in his arms, earning several squeaks and whimpers.

"Okay okay! I will never call you a big oaf again!" Louis panted.

Harry smirked at him. "I'll hold you to that, midget."

"I'm not that small." Louis groaned and Harry smiled fondly.

"You know that sweater you bought that day was too big and it was like xs? And your hair is so soft and feathery like a hedgehog and there you have it: your pet name, hedgehog." Harry grinned at Louis while Louis pouted.

"I prefer princess." He mumbled and there it was: Harry's smirk. He understood what Louis said but he wanted him to say it again so he just asked "What was that?"

"I like it when you call me princess." Louis mumbled a little louder this time.

"What?"

"I like it when you me princess okay?" Louis said loud enough and pouted. Harry smiled at him.

"I heard it the first time you said it, princess." He emphasied the pet name and leaned closer to Louis' mouth. "Just wanted to hear it again." Louis tsk'ed and looked at Harry's lips. "Now c'mere and kiss me." Harry whispered and pressed his lips on Louis'.

"So, a date tomorrow?" Louis asked when he pulled back and bit his swollen red lip. Harry was a lucky bastard. He pecked Louis' nose he found so cute and nodded. 

"Yes,  now let's go to bed. I want tomorrow to be all about you."

~~

Harry woke up and groaned. He felt pressure on his lower region. He squinted his eyes open and was met with a pair of blue ones. 

"Good morning." Louis grinned and leaned down to kiss Harry's lips. He smiled weakly, still sleepy and surprised.

"You know what you're doing right now, right?" He meant the fact that Louis was grinding on Harry.

Louis smirked. "Since you're my boyfriend, with that sexy morning voice, I gotta take care of you. And in that case, it means I'm taking care of your good friend." Louis said and pointed to Harry's boner.

"Would you call me a perv if I told you that I had a wet dream about you?" He smirked at Louis who groaned.

"I would still call you my boyfriend; but I would insist to know what happened in that dream while I suck you off."

Harry moaned. "Jesus, you can't just say things like that, princess." and before he knew it, the blanket was off of him and so was Louis and he looked down. He was hard and Louis bit his lip looking at Harry.

"May I?" and it was a stupid question because of course Harry would say yes but Louis looked so innocent and Harry couldn't help himself but moan. "Ye-yes of course."

Louis leant down and gripped Harry's member and kissed the tip, making Harry hiss. That boy would be the death of him some day.

"So, what happened in that dream, hm?" Louis was teasing Harry, ghosting over him and kissing some parts of Harry's lower stomach. He sucked a love bite here and there and he absolutely loved it.