This Road Has Been Putting Miles On My Heart

11

Chapter 11:

Harry was bright and beautiful in the mornings.

His voice was rough and rugged with sleep, his clean skin warm. His smile was red and blinding, his eyes bright and alert.

Louis loved him best in the mornings.

Maybe it was because he got to roll over and watch him sleep, or startle awake with Harry prodding his ribs, but he loved him best in the mornings. He loved him every minute of every day but in the mornings Harry was quiet and thoughtful. In his sleep he would roll over and his lips would bump Louis' shoulder and Louis would just smile and cup his cheek. In the mornings, Harry was just his, because throughout the day everybody loved him. Everybody wanted to chat him up and steal him away from Louis and Louis could do nothing but watch him walk away, Harry throwing him a shy smile over his shoulder. In the nights, he would come back to him and curl up in his chest. And in the mornings, Harry was his all over again.

Maybe it was because Harry was next to him in the mornings. In bed, where they shared smiles and murmured I love you's and groaned and moaned. Where Louis got to wreck him until Harry was a withering mess below him. And in the daylight, Harry was the perfect dream. He was all his. And Louis got to swallow down the words and realize that Harry loved him back. Where reality was finally better than his dreams.

Or maybe it was moments like this, when Harry was intimate. He was coy as he crawled down Louis' body as if he hadn't put his mouth on every inch of him. Louis arched his eyebrow as Harry kissed down to his navel, his tongue swirling around the darkened hair of his groin. And then Harry took him in his hands and properly held him, his thumb rubbing over his salty slit. He curled his lips around the head, sucking him so tenderly. Louis rolled his eyes to the back of his head and grunted. Harry swallowed him whole until he hit the back of his throat. He was obscene. Louis tugged on his hair and arched his back ever so slightly. Harry's eyes shimmered as he took him in deeper. His tongue flattened on the underside of his cock, prompting Louis' eyes to flutter shut. He was too much in the mornings.

"Baby," Louis moaned.

Harry looked up at him through endless rows of eyelashes. He sucked on his head, letting his tongue swirl around the slit. He flicked his tongue up and down like a snake's slithering tongue. Harry was awkward and clumsy in life, a big dork, but in bed he was smooth and beautiful. An expert. He knew all of Louis' weak spots and sensitive areas. He learned about Louis' perks in bed quickly until he mastered them all and Louis was shouting out his name like a sinner.

Harry tugged him rapidly, his fist clicking with every upstroke. Spit dribbled down his pink lips and down his chin, Louis' shiny cock bumping his wet lips with every stroke. Harry sucked him in, his mouth doing these incredibly obscene slurping noises in the quiet room. Grunts pulled out of Louis' stomach, his toes curling. Harry placed a steadying hand on his lower belly, his fingers splaying on his smooth skin. It was like he could feel where Louis' pleasure was building up. Hot flashes flickered throughout his body, Louis' arse lifting up the bed.

Through fluttering eyelids, Louis watched Harry's head of curls bob up and down. It was mesmerizing as much as watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of Harry's swollen lips. Harry's lips tightened around his length in a vice like grip. It made Louis tug on Harry's hair harshly. Harry's lips popped off of his cock, gasping out a shuddering moan. His eyes darkened with lust as he put his mouth back on him. The room was filled with wet, sucking sounds. Louis' hips bucked up involuntarily on the next tug.

Harry deep throated him, Louis still amazed at the fact that he had no gag reflex. It was just as incredible as finding out he was extremely flexible in bed. Harry's hot yoga sessions came out mutually beneficial after all. He slurped on his cock, pulling off. He started tugging him with quick flicks. On a particular flick of his wrist, Harry had Louis coming unexpectedly, shooting off his load on his surprised face.