SPACES [Editing]

Red Roses

Louis Tomlinson

I woke up way too early. Harry was still in my arms, sleeping so peacefully. He's probably tired from yesterday's baking session, since he insisted on making cupcakes for almost everyone we know.

"Tomorrow's Valentine's Day," he said. "Everyone deserves flowers and cupcakes and chocolates."

He did the baking part, and I did the decorating. I did a great job at it, drawing icing dicks on top of the cupcakes. The cupcakes for the children, however, were...cute. With flowers and sprinkles and cute toppers.

"What are you doing?!" He asked as soon as he saw my works of art.

"Uhh, drawing dicks?"

"And why were you doing so, may I ask?" He was mad at me. Like, really angry. At least that's what I think he's feeling.

"Come on, imagine how many people are having sex on Valentine's Day. Now imagine all the people not having sex on Valentine's Day. Imagine how they feel!" I asked him.

"So... You're drawing dicks?"

"Yes, I'm drawing dicks. So that some people may get some on Valentine's Day." I winked and smiled cheekily at him.

"Okay honey, I think everyone would appreciate your...thoughtfulness, but now I want you to cover them up. Completely." He commanded in his you-should-do-this-or-else-no-sex-for-you voice, handing me the cone-shaped icing thingy. I didn't want him to get mad at me, so I did. Now people don't know that there's a hidden dick drawing in the cupcakes they're going to receive.

And now I'm here, waiting for the boys to pick the cupcakes up and distribute them to people. That, and for them to help me with my surprise.

"You're staring at me again," Harry said, snuggling closer to me. He hasn't even opened his eyes, how can he be so sure?

"No I'm not," I said, looking at how adorable he looks.

He opened one eye and looked up at me. "Yes, you are." He closed his eyes again and smiled.

"Going back to sleep again, I suppose?" I kissed his forehead and he just slept there, hugging my chest.

Sometimes I think about this giant bed and how it's such a waste that we're only using a tiny portion of it because we cuddle all the time. The only way we could fully maximize the space is when we're having sex. Therefore, I conclude, that in order to get the value for our money, we should have sex all the time.

"Baby, it's Valentine's Day." I whispered into his ear and he didn't respond. He really was sleeping again.

"I can't wait to be inside you again," I murmured, still no response.

I continued talking dirty to him even though he was sleeping, hoping that he was dreaming about how I'm going to please him in so many ways.

I slid my hand down his boxers and his mouth was slightly agape at my movement. His dick literally twitched against my touch and I have to say, it's very entertaining. So I pulled his boxers down and watched it rise up as I whispered naughty words into his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and fast tonight, baby. Just how you like it." His breath hitched as I watched his boner. A real-time boner. And I can't help but bite my lower lip as it slowly rose up.

"Boo," he finally responded, his voice rough and raspy. How can he sound so damn hot in the morning?!

I kissed his neck which caused him to finally open his eyes. My hands were now pinning his arm down the bed as I nibbled on his nipples.