Words counted: 2549
By: Brxvery (ao3)
Summary:
Louis; smaller than Harry, innocent when he wants to be, horny, a bottom for Harry, but dominant. He knows he has his boyfriend wrapped around his finger. Oh, he knows.
Harry; taller and stronger than Louis, horny, a top for Louis, but willing to do anything to please his boyfriend. Love and lust, he knows how to show both.
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Finally, after what seems like ages, Louis and Harry are finally given down time. Sure, they've had time for quick kisses, maybe time to shag each other off or give hand jobs or blow jobs. But the boys are always there, the paparazzi eager to shove cameras into them just to get pictues- so is what they get to do on tour really enough? They don't think so.
Now, at the end of the European leg of the tour, they're finally permitted to have a break. They can both go home, as well as the rest of the boys, and do as they wish in private.
Honestly, neither Harry nor Louis think wrongly about hotels, about the beds they've slept together in or the places they visit on tour, but nothing beats being home. They stay at Harry's place for the sake of Louis claiming that he loves the natural scent if where Harry lives. Of course, Harry's not quite sure what Louis's talking about, but Louis just seems so excited to go over to his place that he just caves in.
So, after this long time of no proper time spent together, it's not a surprise that when they can finally get their alone time, they're proper antsy.. Both boys eager to just touch each other, to finally just let go and go at it.
"God, Harry," Louis hums, moving to sit onto his boyfriend's lap. He giggles softly as he takes Harry's hands, lightly setting them on his hips as he straddles Harry lightly. "I miss your place- I miss sitting on your lap without worrying if one of the boys is gonna walk in on us," he murmured, pressing his lips to Harry's neck, to which Harry only lets out a soft purr.
Harry's hands lightly squeeze at Louis's lovely hips, his hands edging their way under the fabric of Louis tank top, which god, Harry just loves on Louis. He feels the warmth of Louis's bare skin, his head moving to the side to feel the wet kisses placed to his neck. He's torn whether to be loud, just to show his appreciation of Louis's actions, or to stay quiet so that he can hear just how Louis's lips work against his skin- to hear Louis's soft moans against his neck.
It really is something to feel Louis grind down on you, and Harry considers himself a lucky bastard to feel Louis like this in every way that he wants. He's just so utterly in love with the twenty two year old, that he never gives it a second thought when Louis does things like this.
Louis busies his lips to nipping and sucking at Harry's soft skin, kissing over where he knows Harry's neck vein is. He know Harry has lots of places that makes him absolutely weak in the knees, and he would go for them straight up, except that he was too busy enjoying scaping the area of Harry's neck. Okay, so maybe he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible, but after touring, could you blame him for wanting to?
He found the spot right below Harry's right ear, towards the back of the neck, when he started to lightly nip at the flesh. Harry's hands lightly tightened on Louis's hips, and he gave a soft groan, "Louis, you can't.. Hickeys.." Harry spoke in a breathy tone. "Fuck it, I'm doing as I want," Louis said defiantly, pressing his mouth down on Harry's neck again- and it worked wonders to silence Harry's protests.
"Fuck," Harry swore, noting how hard he was- and all Louis was doing was kissing his neck. "God, Louis, I fucking want you," he said in a low whisper, pulling Louis off to carry him up to his room. Louis made no sound of protest to this, just lightly wrapping his legs around Harry's hois and clinging on like a koala.
