Our Bakery

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As we rolled in the darkness, I asked him a couple of things.

"Are you...?"
"I have condoms."
"No I mean... are you top?"
"I don't care much. Normally bottom, actually."
"Good."
"I'm going to bottom you so hard." He whispered. I honestly couldn't believe what we were doing. Should we be doing this?

"Hey." I said. Louis stopped kissing my neck and pulled away, looking in my eyes.
"What H?" He said.
"Should-should we be d-doing this?"
"You're a hot, stuttering mess, Harry. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"If you don't want to do this, and I mean even if a little tiny piece of you isn't comfortable, then tell me. There's no way I'd be even close to upset with you for feeling how you feel." I nodded.
"If you were someone else, I would, but... okay... don't... um- don't think I'm crazy, but I want to not just bang you and then we never really talk again. That's how my previous relationships were. They all ditched me when I told them I wanted a future with them. I just- I want to be your boyfriend first."

Louis was quiet for a second, he was still on top of me.

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, K? Let's hold off. Until then..?" I sat up and kissed him. I wanted him so bad. But I knew that I had to wait. I needed to grow up and have a formal, proper relationship. If only I knew that there was no such thing.