WARNING: This Chapter contains a mature scene involving two men. If it's not your thing then just stop reading now; it's that simple! This will be the only warning.
They walked not too far apart, one apprehensive about the situation, and one giddy with excitement. They were careful though, walking through the darkened forest at night could result in consequences, but they had to risk it. He had to know. Others wanted to join them, but he immediately refused. He’d been waiting so very long for this moment, and nothing was going to stand in his way.
Dianna was just setting his teeth on edge.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Captain Hook asks cautious of the situation, considering they were moving towards an area he so desperately tried to avoid previously. They were closing in on an important Fairy nest of some sort, and even though Captain Hook made out not to be intimidated by fairies, wild ones were the worst. The newborn fairies acted like scavengers of some kind, surviving the only way they know how: through trial and error. Even scavenger fairies knew who the Captain was, and he didn’t like it.
“Of course I’m sure; I was only here a few hours ago.” Even though it was dark, Captain Hook could sill tell she was rolling her eyes. “I still don’t understand why we had to come here now.”
He only huffed in response, as if to say: like I’m going to tell you. He was positive she was rolling her eyes then, but he couldn’t care. Not when he was seconds away from finding Louis Tomlinson’s hideout.
Dianna stepped on a large twig, creating a noise that seemed to bounce loudly off the trees. The silence that then followed that seemed to be much louder in comparison. He took an intake of breath as they knelt down slightly, peering through dark green bushes, Dianna signalling for him to look at the scenery before him. His palms were sweating slightly. He took a large intake of breath, and peered into Louis Tomlinson’s hideout.
Harry awoke, a smile plastered onto his face, only to have it removed instantly at the emptiness of the room. He wanted to go back to sleep. Louis was in his dreams, whispering words into his ear, and Louis was not here. He didn’t like that. A feeling of uneasiness spread through his stomach at the thought of Louis away from their bed, at god knows what time of night. He licked his lips, and proceeded to make his way out of bed.
He thought of every scenario as to why Louis must be out of bed and all that sprung to mind were the worst images possible. Harry unconsciously picked up his pace and let out a sigh when he walked out into the night, briefly taking in the smell of the nature that surrounded him. He frowned when his eyes failed to seek Louis stunning body, and then jumped when he felt hands on his eyes.
“Shhh,” A soothing voice ran through his ear, along with lips along his neck. “It’s just me.” Out of habit, Harry leaned back into Louis’s protective chest and sighed in pleasure.
“Why are you out of bed?” Louis didn’t answer; he was too busy kissing Harry’s neck as if it was his private property. “Louis.” It was a whisper that came across more like a moan that Harry wanted. He felt Louis’s breath against his neck in response. Harry’s eyes were closed, feeling and not thinking. He found Louis’s hands against his eyes to be pointless, yet it added a slight excitement and anticipation to Harry’s mind and skin.
“I’ll show you.” Louis finally replied, biting Harry’s ear suggestively. Harry let a sound that resembled a moan run through his closed lips before complying. Instead of walking, Louis released his hold over Harry’s eyes, picked him up and flew them both to their location. “Close your eyes, baby.”
Again, Harry agreed, acting as a slave of some sort to Louis. He bit his lip in anticipation, humming softly as he imagined Louis doing the same.
It seemed as if no time at all before Harry felt the ground against his feet. Louis kissed Harry’s curls before letting him go, ordering still to keep his eyes closed, causing Harry to feel like a child on Christmas. Louis grinned to himself, setting up the scenery before him perfectly. His stomach tightened as he felt not only giddy with excitement, but also trembling with fear at the thought of Harry not liking what he was preparing.
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