Royalty (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twenty Four

this chapter is a tiny bit shorter than normal, and it's literally just fluff and badly written smut I'm sorry 

"Harry, love, I already told you vampires can't get hickeys." Louis chuckles. He contradicts his statement by tilting his head further back, exposing more of his throat for Harry to explore. 

"That's not fair." Harry whines from his place lying on top of Louis' body, his words muffling against Louis' skin. His hands ball into fists, smashing the fabric of Louis' t-shirt in his palms. "Want everyone to see you're mine, like they can see I'm yours." Harry's lips form a pout, pressed against his mate's skin. Louis' hands wrap around his human, beginning to massage Harry's back. His eyelids slip shut, hiding his blue orbs.

"I wish it would work too, darling, but vampires heal too quickly for a human to be able to leave a mark on them. Hell, vampires have trouble with it." Louis murmurs softly, but he doesn't make a move to detach Harry from his throat.

Harry gives up a few minutes later, burying his face into Louis' shoulder with a huff.

"I love you." Louis tells him, nudging his nose repeatedly against Harry's cheek.

"I love you too." Harry replies instantly, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. He leans his head back to accept the kiss Louis presses to his mouth.

"You smell so much like me already. It's amazing." Louis informs. His gaze slowly shifts to Harry's throat, and Harry can visibly hear him swallow.

Subtly, Harry tilts his head just the slightest bit to the side. Louis' gaze darkens, and he eases forward until his mouth is pressing against the side of Harry's throat. He places a sweet kiss to the spot.

When he leans back, Harry can see the hesitancy written all over his face. "I'm scared." Louis admits, his voice almost inaudible. His gaze drops to his lap.

"To bite me?" Harry guesses, his voice nearly as quiet as Louis'. His hand pushes under the neckline of Louis' shirt, resting on bare skin.

Louis nods, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as his eyes dart back up to green ones.

"You don't have too." Harry shrugs, leaning forward to kiss the tip of Louis' nose. "It's okay."

"I want too- Do you even want me to bite you?" Louis asks, not breaking eye contact as he waits for Harry's answer.

Harry nods timidly, his fingers scratching at the back of his neck. "Kind of, yeah."

But Louis shakes his head. "No 'kind of', H. I need you to be one hundred percent sure that you want to be bit, before I bite you."

"I'm sure," Harry replies.

Louis searches his entire face for any sign that he's still unsure about it, but seems to find none, as he nods. "This isn't going to be like that time he bit you. He was purposefully trying to make it as painful for you as he could. I'm going to do everything I can to make it painless. If it does hurt too much though, or you don't like it, or you feel like I'm taking too much and I'm not stopping, do whatever it takes to make me stop. Hit me, kick me, stab me with that pen over there. Whatever it takes, don't let me hurt you." His eyes stay locked with Harry's, begging him.

"I trust you." Harry answers, leaning forward and capturing Louis in a kiss.

Louis swallows thickly, before he nods. He sits up so that Harry is straddling him, his hands falling to rest on both of Harry's thighs. Harry tilts his head to the side, his eyes locked on Louis' as the vampire lets his fangs slide out. Louis keeps his eyes trained on Harry for another moment, measuring Harry's reaction to his fangs.

Once he deems Harry's not scared from the sight of fangs, he slowly leans forward, his lips latching on to a patch of skin. Louis slides the flat of his tongue across his skin, then sucks lightly, mindful of his fangs. Without realizing it, one of his hands cup the back of Harry's head, holding his boy to him.

He curls his lips back, and brushes the tip of his fangs carefully across the skin. Then he bites down.

And woah- Harry didn't know it would feel so good. Aside from the initial pinch of the teeth sliding in, of course. Harry's arms automatically wrap around Louis' neck, and he moves his body impossibly closer, his fingers curling around the hair at the nape of Louis' neck.

Louis starts off easy, barely drinking anything, but he slowly picks up pace. The hand not holding Harry's head to him moves to his back, his thumb sliding back and forth across his shirt. Harry groans, feeling his dick begin to harden in his joggers. Pleasure runs throughout his body, all rushing to his groin. His hips shuffle forward, pressing his groin into Louis' lower stomach.

Louis huffs in surprise, the air fanning out onto Harry's throat. It doesn't deter Harry, the curly haired boy rocking his hips forward and back, grinding his steadily growing erection against Louis. The hand on his back helps guide him. A string of breathless whimpers leave Harry's mouth, fueling Louis' own hardening cock.

Louis' hand slips out of Harry's hair, makes it's way down Harry's back, around his hip, and down the front of Harry's pink joggers. Harry's back arches, his mouth dropping open as Louis works a hand over him.

Louis doesn't take too much from Harry, but he spreads it out enough that Harry's finishing just moments after he stops drinking. Harry collapses on Louis' chest, his eyes shutting in bliss, a content smile on his face. Louis chuckles breathlessly, propping his chin on top of Harry's head. "Is it like that for everyone?" Harry asks once he's regained some air in his lungs. Jealousy curls in his chest when he thinks of Louis biting Zayn, of Zayn experiencing that same feeling with Louis. Of Louis taking care of Zayn when he felt like that.

"No way." Louis answers, shaking his head. "I should have guessed you would like it though, what with the hair pulling kink you have." Louis grins teasingly when he catches Harry's eyes.

"Shut up," Harry pouts, nipping at the side of Louis' jaw that's clean.

Louis' grin widens, but his eyes fall to Harry's neck again. He leans forward again, poking his tongue out and running it across the wound, pulling back to watch the wound heal up. "It isn't sore or anything, right? And I didn't take too much?" Louis brushes a finger around where the bite mark was.

Harry shakes his head. He scoots back on accident, brushing against Louis' crotch, pulling a hiss of air from the vampire. "Oh," He mumbles, looking down. "Do you want me to take care of that?" Harry points, biting his lip as he looks back up.

Louis forces his stare away from Harry's mouth and towards the bathroom. "No, it's alright, love. It'll go down in a few minutes. I am going to go brush my teeth though." He pats Harry's thighs once, silently asking Harry to move off of his lap. Harry does so, rolling over on his side, and watches as Louis enters the bathroom.

Sorry for any errors
Liam with his baby is so cute.
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