SMUT AS(s) FUCK

Golden Angel With Red Eyes

By: TeaTrudyyy
Words: 2587

Summary:

Louis and Harry get back from an award show after party and get stoned.
Louis may have coated himself in gold glitter before the event and saved it just for Harry.

Work:

Harry flipped the lights on as him and Louis stumbled into their hotel room. They both winced at the brightness as they started to lazily undress.
Harry fell lazily over the plush red chair, his leg slung over the arm rest, his boot slipping off his foot slightly.

"Turn off the lights. Or at least dim them a little." Harry covered his eyes with his forearm and scrunched his nose. His hair was a bit messy and frizzy but it still looked shiny and flawless as ever.
Louis dimmed the lights til the room was in shadows of a nice relaxing glow. Harry sighed in relief and Louis undid his tie and let it hang around his neck while he went to his suitcase on the floor, over flowing with clothes stuffed and not folded.
He grabbed the little bag of weed out of one of the pockets and crawled onto the bed. Harry watched him from where he was sprawled out on the red chair, his arm lazily over his forehead.
Louis' feet hung off the bed as he propped himself up with his elbows on the mattress, lying on his stomach. He started to roll two joints, grabbing his lighter. While Louis did so, Harry started to unbutton his shirt, letting his black suit jacket fall to the floor along with his shirt. Louis watched the man who moved with simple grace. He made small things elegant and it never failed to give Louis butterflies.

He set the joint between his lips and flicked the lighter, watching the flame. Once it started to smoke he took a long drag, holding it in before slowly exhaling and watching the smoke whip and swirl through the air. He felt Harry's gaze and stood, his joint between his lips and the other in his hand with the lighter.
He sucked in another drag and kept direct eye contact with Harry as he slowly walked to him.
He moved the joint from his lips, holding the smoke in as he tilted Harry's chin up to him and connecting their lips, blowing the smoke into Harry's mouth. After he pulled away Harry exhaled the smoke, keeping eye contact.
Louis loved nights like these, slow and quiet.

Louis set the second joint between Harry's plush pink lips. He looked like a king, shirtless and muscular arms resting on the back of the chair as he stared up at Louis.
He traced his thin fingers over Harry's sharp jaw gently before lighting his joint, neither breaking eye contact.
The dim light cast shadows on Harry's sharp features and made his eyes dark. Louis tossed the lighter behind him onto the bed, turning to the nice speaker set, grabbing his phone from his back pocket and turned on slow indie music Harry loved. Some slow song by The Killers came on as Louis started to unbutton his shirt. His slicked back hair shined a little in the lights coming in from the window. He didn't face harry as he rolled his sleeves up. his tie still around his neck, the joint hanging loosely between his thin lips.
He swayed his hips slowly to the music as he looked out the window, the high starting to hit him slowly. The city left a glow over his features and he bobbed his head with the music. He loved feeling Harry's eyes on him.

He slowly turned back to Harry, his shirt open fully.
Before they left for the party Louis decided to coat himself in gold glitter. He knew Harry would love it.
And by the look on his face he really did.
Louis had a confident smirk on his lips as he watched Harry's eyes. The glitter covered his collar bones, down to where his hair thickened under his belly button.
He took another drag, his limbs starting to relax and his mind started to clear. He kept his eyes on Harry's, his posture relaxed and confident.
He slowly danced along to the music his hips swaying more as the weed kicked in. Harry watched him closely, taking occasionally puffs, his movements slow.

Louis' tilted his head back, the itchy glitter shimmering in the dim lights as he slowly danced, smoke curling from his lips.
The glitter had irritated him the whole after party but it was definitely worth it from the way Harry looked at him.
He sang along quietly, his voice soft and raspy.
Harry's lips curled into a soft smile as he watched, his joint between his fingers, his hand resting on the arm rest.