Harry wants to try something new, so he shaves Louis legs.
~ Credit to Archive Of Our Own: alostgirl
Louis kind of relishes these moments, the warm water hitting their bodies. Louis traces his collar bones, grabbing the towel and rubbing shower gel over his skin, rubbing over his tattoos, black ink dripping until the crevices of his elbows. Louis loves the shaking hands on Harry's bicep, little suds and bubbles appearing over it. Harry reaches to the small of his back, finger tips pressing and massaging.
Louis opens the cap of the shampoo, pouring it into his hands and going to the surface of Harry's hair, wiping and digging into his scalp, the scent pleasant as he hums. His curls are in a mess of a nest, and Louis presses kisses against his shoulder blades, soft and tender.
"Going to shave you." Harry whispers and Louis is a bit taken aback by the statement, biting his lips a bright, soft, pink. Harry waits for Louis to finish his damp hair, rinsing it under the spray and grinning.
Harry grabs the razor and cream, getting on his knees and grabbing as Louis thick thighs, toned and golden. He rubs the cool over his skin, making sure the water wouldn't hit. He gently brings up the blue and sea foam green object, pressing down to his calves and bringing up, slow and with precision. Louis watches as his skin becomes baby smooth.
He curls his lips, looking in curiosity and bringing his finger tips to the newly clean shaven skin, working at the back of his right calf, it feels a bit dry but he continues at the left leg, white still clouding up on his leg and chunks falling off onto the bottom of the shower. Harry uses it to rub up further to his thighs again, and the backs and front of his calves are delicate and lean.
He shifts slightly, (he knows the thigh is more sensitive) and gives the bit more time, working at it slow and Louis can feel his cock fatten as he does so.
"Patience, Lou." He brings out, roughly, as he pushes his hips in need of more touch.
His breath is taken away as Louis shakes underneath him, thighs quivering.
"Oh, Darling." Harry says, other hand kneading at the round flesh of Louis arse and sliding onto his side. He trails back to his senstive hipbone, mouth dangerously close to his cock, throbbing. He's close to shoving it inside of Harry's wet, warm, mouth.
His lips are red and plump, tongue lolling out a bit in deep thought. Louis groans a little when Harry's fingers brush against the flesh above his cock, a nice pink colour and curved. He runs over the hair there, and Harry is nearly done, going to the back of Louis left thigh that he'd like to see slipped into lace underwear, squirming beneath his weight.
"So good for me, Love." He whispers.
"Always so good for me." He finally finishes it off, clutching his thighs and pressing soft kisses as the cream washes away into the drain.
They're both wet and Harry turns the shower off, motioning the smaller boy to get out. Harry follows, placing a nice, soft, fuzzy towel over his shivering frame. He presses a kiss on his cheek.
"C'mere, Babe." Harry smiles and Louis dries off, the bed comforting under him. Harry grabs a bottle, opening the cap. It's cucumber lotion, he rubs it forth his fingers and starts to spread it over his legs until the colour of Louis skin is glistening.
"Got you something." He whispers, grabbing a pink bag from the side table. He opens the box, and under the light, bubblegum, pink tissue paper, lay a pair of knickers. Harry looks smug, bringing the red lace to Louis small feet, going up to his ankles, tracing his triangle tattoo and up until his hips, a little below his soft tummy.
"Perfect. You look absolutely gorgeous, Baby Girl." He says against his skin. He moves his large palm against Louis cock.
"Is your pussy wet for me?" He asks, just exploring Louis honey toned skin, suckling at his lower stomach.
"Y-yeah, so wet." Harry looks up with leaf green eyes, skinny ring hugging onto blown out black. He climbs off the bed.
"Get on your knees, Babe." He roughs out, taking his curved and cut cock in hand. Louis gets off, legs spread a bit apart and eyes dark blue. He licks his lips, feeling Harry press his cock against his cheek.
"Give me your tongue, ." Harry growls out, pressing onto Louis lips now, watching as he enveloped him with his warm mouth. He sucked and hollowed his cheeks, digging onto his dick and breathing heavily through his nose. He slurped, short fingers finding his own cock and whining over Harry's.
"Oh, yeah, do y'like my cock? Mmm, swallow, Baby." He groans, pushing and rocking into Louis mouth. Louis loves the way Harry fucks his face, spit dripping onto his chin. He groans, making Louis choke and splutter over him.
The corners of louis mouth were red and his eyes were glassy. He uses his hands and digs deeper on Harry's cock, nails digging into his waist. He feels his stomach contract and muscles of his back flex and drip with sweat, his chest coated. Louis lets out whimpers, looking up through lashes and watching as Harry's lips are slick with spit and eyebrows are raised. He hotly looks down, come slipping down Louis throat.
Louis cleans off the come, swallowing and leaving Harry's dick wet.
"What do you want, Lou?" He asks tauntingly.
"Want me to play with that pretty pussy?" He asks, pinning Louis down to the bed. Louis swallows thickly, nodding, hair lax on his forehead.
Harry nudges a pillow under Louis arse, lifting his hips up. Harry seperates the fleshy cheeks, spitting on his crack. He flattens his tongue on Louis hole, clenching with cool air being blown onto it.
"HarryHarryHarry." He jumbles out, pressing his arse back onto Harry's face, nuzzled between the cheeks. He presses his tongue in, nipping a bit at the muscle. Louis can feel his cock pulsing. He throws his head on the bed, pressing his feet onto Harry's shoulder blades, broad and strong.
"Oh, ye-yeah like that. Oh god, so good." He can't help but let out curses.
"Tastes so good, Baby." He moans against the pink of his hole, hand curving up and sliding his thumb against the head of his dick.
"I-I'm coming."
"So filthy, I love it." Harry smirks, lapping at his pretty, tight, hole.
"Harry." He shouts, coming hot all over his stomach.
"C'mere, Doll." Harry smiles, bringing the boy under his arms.
Harry pampers him, feeding him chocolate and strawberry icecream and going out to the shops, buying him some makeup and raspberry shampoo. And Louis kind of loves it.
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